The blood managed to make a pattern on the bed.
The mattress now red and white.
You were scared.
No ones hurt you like this since your father.
You didn't like it here anymore.
You wished to go home.
Jungkook asked you to come eat with him.
He wants to treat my wounds..
with alcohol.
You assumed, based on what taeyong did to you.
A sudden knock on the door was loud, scaring you out your thoughts.
You didn't speak, shuffling to the edge of the bed like you did when you first arrived.
Jungkook peaked his head through the door.
His face clean of blood while a plaster was placed on his cheek and collar bone.
" come here."
He said, his voice soft.
He came inside the room with a large box.
Jungkook sat down on the bed, placing the box next to him and opening it.
" let me help you"
He said again, turning to you and holding his hand out for you to grab it.
You hesitantly placed your hand in his and he pulled you slowly over and next to him.
" pass me your other hand."
He signified with his fingers for your wounded hand to be passed to him.
Slowly, again. You gave your hand to him.
He lifted it up and looked at you.
" the bullets not in the hand but this might hurt.. squeeze my arm if it hurts that much"
He said as he got a cotton pad and poured some liquid on it.
He looked at you for the last time and then placed it on the entrance of your wound.
You hissed, the liquid cleaning your hand.
Jungkook grabbed another pad while holding the other one still on your gun wound before putting another on the other side.
This time you bit your lip, looking away.
" don't bite your lip, it's already cut, squeeze my arm like I said"
Jungkook interrupted, his arm slightly away from his body so you could hold it.
Your teeth let go of the flesh and you wrapped your free hand around Jungkook's arm.
His biceps nearly as big as your whole arm wrapped around it.
His muscles tensed as you held onto him, holding tighter and tighter as the pain got worse.
Soon the pain faded and you let go.
" done"
He turned to you and wrapped a bandage around your hand.
No blood was coming out anymore.
You cringed and jungkook then turned to your stomach.
" I'm going to have to lift your top.. Sorry"
He quickly apologised before lying you down and kneeling on the bed next to each side of your waist.
You nodded, just wanting to heal quickly and soon.
He slowly lifted your top up, revealing a line in the place of your scar and a deeper wound closer to your womanhood.
Jungkook gave you an apologetic look before getting another cotton pad, putting the liquid on it and slowly wiping it along your scar.
He then held it on the deeper cut and sighed.
You scrunched up your face to distract yourself from the pain arising in your stomach.
" I'll have to stitch this one. The hand ones already healing slightly but this one will need to be stitched "
He said before turning to the box and pulling out a needle and wire.
You squinted your eyes, not wanting to look at the mess in-front of you.
He sighed again before pushing the needle into your flesh and pulling out on the other side of the cut.
Soon after the pain was gone, jungkook tapped your shoulder.
You sat up and looked at him.
You turned to the stitched up wound.
Just before you stood up, he stopped you, sitting you down again,
His hands on either side of the bed, trapping you.
He was looking down, at your body.
At what?
You don't know.
" your thigh needs tweezers in it "
He bluntly spoke.
Oh yeah..
your thigh...
"W-why?"
Your sweet voice spoke, quiet.
" the bullet is still inside."
He said again.
" I may need to pull your pants down."
He bluntly spoke again.
" w-what?!"
You stuttered, your voice louder but still submissive.
He rolled his eyes and stood you up.
He decided to Place his fingers on the button of your jeans.
" I can do it!"
You spoke, pushing him away and slowly pulling your pants down to your knees.
Jungkook squatted down and looked at the hole in your thigh.
He didn't even care to look up at you before he got the tweezers from his box and held his hand up.
" this will hurt "
He said, holding his hand out for you to hold again.
You placed your hand in his and held on tightly.
He then slowly pushed the tweezers inside your wound, feeling for a bullet.
You screamed slightly, squeezing Jungkook's hand too tightly.
He quickly found it and pulled it out without you knowing and stitched it up.
He stood up, his hand still in yours.
You were sweating and were pale.
He placed his warm hand on your hand.
" I'm done. Go have a shower. I'll wait down stairs..I'll make food."
He smiled slightly and quickly walked out the room.
You sat up, your hand pressed against the pain in your thigh.
Shower time.
• • •
As you stepped into the small cubical, instantly warm water by your skin, wetting the bandage on your wrist.
As it hit your wounds you winced.
It started to hurt again.
Not to mention the soap which would sink into the holes that jungkook hadn't reached, and all the grazes on your body.
You carefully washed yourself before stopping the hot water from running and opening the glass door, shivering as the cold air hit your skin.
Immediately you wrapped a large towel around your dripping body, before wrapping one round your hair.
You rubbed your body dry with the towel and walked into your room, only a towel covering your naked skin.
Some clothes were already placed out by someone.
It consisted of a pair of joggers and a large white top.
Plain, nothing much.
You slipped the clothes on and stood still, facing the wooden door infront of you.
The door handle slowly being turned by your fragile hand as you stepped back so you could slip through a small gap.
The house was dark.
Everything seemed eerie about the house now.
Small footsteps were heard through the hallways and muttering was loud enough for you to make out.
You managed to get to the kitchen without being caught by anyone.
The lights were off, leaving the room in a dark abyss.
You pressed your hands on the walls beside the door frame and started to feel along the marble statue.
Instantly your hands brushed against a raised square, bringing you to a light switch.
You slowly pushed down on the button, trying to lower the amount of noise.
Just as the lights flickered on, movements were to be heard from inside the room.
You looked up from the floor and your eyes caught jungkooks, a tray of food in his hands.
He smiled.