Hush [Semi-Active]

Ch. 13

Jung Kook sat in the dimly lit room of his. Eyes glued to the static TV that was silent. Does he really think he has a chance with Ji Eun? He has no chance whatsoever! I'm not letting him steal my girl again. He stole Hyun Mi away from me before. He isn't going to steal Ji Eun from me either. Jung Kook's face contorts as his mind is over run with thoughts of Jimin and Ji Eun. He stands up, opens the blinds by aggressively pulling them to the right and shuts off the TV. Looking at the text from Jimin.

"No way in hell am I talking to your fucking ass." Jung Kook growls and then throws his phone onto the sofa. "And what kind of fucking 24 year old man throws a damn sleep over?"

Jung Kook scoffs and stretches his arms. His apartment wasn't clean and he hasn't even started cleaning. He left it a mess for a good three days since he didn't have the energy to bother with it. Jung Kook didn't mind it. It reminded him of his step dad's place. Occasionally messy, the air smelling fowl because his step brothers would drink and drink. Home sweet home. He thought when he saw the soju bottles on the floor and some candy wrappers along with dirty napkins; scattered on the floor. He kicks them to the side and heads into his room. The lights kept off, the curtains shut, he flicks the switch on and the room is illuminated.

He smirks and walks over to his bed. His walls covered in photos of unfamiliar faces and locations circled in red marker. Sticky notes stuck to the papers, paper balls covering his floor along with some red twine, broken glass and old paper plates. He falls into the cushions of his mattress, eyes glued to the photo of this beautiful angel that was hung above him. Jung Kook admired her beauty so much. He wished she could lay beside her and smell her hair, caress her face, trace his finger down her spine, lay a thousand kisses over her skin. To have her in his arms would be a dream come true.

"Ji Eun-ah," Jung Kook says in a soft, smooth voice. "Please don't fall for Jimin. He'll play with your love the way he played Hyun Mi's. My love..." his voice so delicate and filled with admiration. "Stay with me instead."

The photo of Ji Eun was the size of an NCT 127 poster and her hair was tied up, a black noodle strap tank top and sky blue short shorts. The photo he took was when he was across the building, carefully monitoring her in the morning. After he had gotten the perfect shot, he ran home and immediately uploaded it to his computer then requested a poster size photo of her. It took only a day and he was so excited to get it. As Jung Kook lay in his bed, entranced by Ji Eun's face, there is a muffled cry coming from the closet on his right followed by some banging.

Jung Kook is free from his trance and jeers towards the closet of his. Reluctantly yet angrily getting out of his bed and stomping towards the closet.

"I told you to stay quiet and quit banging on my fucking walls!"

He opens them up and pulls down the string to turn the light on and then pushes his clothes and a few boxes aside to reveal a hidden man made door. He grabs the little string and pulls the door open. The inside smelling damp and moldy. Cool yet very humid. The muffled cry becoming more louder and the person violently shakes as they attempt to crawl away with their hands tied to their back and their feet bound. Jung Kook stood at the entrance. His silhouette making him look even more sinister.

"So Yeon," Jung Kook says in a dark low tone. "You don't want me to go in there do you?"

So Yeon's makeup smeared, her ash blonde hair a dirty mess along with her clothes. She shakes her head aggressively and begins to sob. Her heart racing as Jung Kook stared down at her, eyes dark and cold. The atmosphere around them was heavy and evil.

"Good girl." He says then shuts the door. Leaving her in the dark. He puts the boxes back and the clothes, then turns the light off and closes his closet. He gives his room one more look over then decides to clean up. He grabs a trash bag from the kitchen cupboard and picks up all the trash from his floor. Cleaning the living room, the kitchen and his bedroom. The trash bag nearly full. He then grabs his vacuum and plugs it in, turns it on and begins vacuuming his carpet in the living room, the little hall and then his bedroom. After a good ten minutes, all is clean and he just needs to wipe down the countertops, gather his dirty clothes and bedsheets, replace them with clean ones and take a shower.

Jung Kook snaps his finger as he remembers that he needs to do his dishes and also make some breakfast for him and his little guest. First, he wipes down the counter tops and all flat surfaces, then he goes and gathers the dirty clothes and bedsheets. Sorting them out. He grabs new sheets and blankets from his closet shelf then sets them down on the bed, goes to his drawer and pulls out a pair of black ripped jeans, a black T shirt and ash gray puma ankle socks.

"So Yeon," he calls out. "I'm going to take a shower then I'll make some breakfast." After announcing that he goes to the bathroom and takes a shower.

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17:30

Jung Kook scoops up a spoonful of oatmeal and feeds So Yeon. Her body shaking from both fear and hunger. She hasn't eaten in four days. She hasn't even made any bowel movements or the need to urinate. She was both dehydrated and famished. She was so hungry, she could eat a whole table of noodles, soup, bread and any other dishes. Her stomach pains had ended but she was still aching. Jung Kook sees her eyes locked on the bowl in his hands and he scoffs.

"You're so pathetic." He says. So Yeon slowly looks up at him. "You were so hungry for me. Wanting nothing but my attention. Now look at you." He doesn't feed her the oatmeal. "You're hungry for food." So Yeon holds back her tears, refusing to break in front of this monster. How could he be this way? Why did she go out instead of stay in that one night? So Yeon blamed Ji Eun for all of this. If she hadn't shown up, Jung Kook would have picked her over that snobby western half breed. Then again it wasn't true. It was no ones fault but her own. Ji Eun meant no harm. She was new here and So Yeon was just jealous of her stealing her attention from Jung Kook.

"You know what?" Jung Kook spills the contents of the bowl onto the floor. So Yeon jerks back. The only meal she has been served in four days. She wants to cry so badly. To curse at him. To kick him and run away, tell the police and have him arrested. But she knew she wouldn't be able to do anything. So Yeon was still attracted to him. She slowly raised her eyes up his torso then his neck. Slowly reaching his cold eyes.

She knew she had no chance with Jung Kook yet she was persistent and was hopeful he would one day notice her the way he did once. That one night she wore a strapless skin tight dress and black stiletto heels, clubbing with her friends Su Young, Mi Rae, and Seung Hee. Jung Kook approached her, smug grin on his face, his ebony hair looking damp and brushed to the side exposing his forehead. His eyes were colored with lust and hunger. He looked amazing wearing that black v-neck T-shirt with dark blue jeans, premium black timberlands and dripping in an onyx black chain around his neck.

A couple fashion rings, one being a skull and the other wings on is right index finger with gauge earrings in both lobes of his ears. So Yeon was bewitched by his image. By his aura. By his deep voice. His Busan accent hypnotizing her even more. He was everything she's ever wanted in a man. Tall, handsome, charming and flirtatious. So Yeon so badly wanted that same man back. But now he was different. He was scarier yet she was still turned on by him. I want to go home...

"Shit." Jung Kook cursed. Putting his phone away. "I have to go. You better fucking keep quit and don't fucking bang on the damn walls."

Jung Kook sneers and then gags her mouth, tightening it by the strap. So Yeon whimpers in pain. Jung Kook smirks evilly then heads back out of the hidden compartment. Leaving her by herself. He turns around and pulls the string to shut the light off.

"When I come back, you and I are going to have some fun." He emphasized the word and that terrified her. What kind of fun is he talking about!? She was shaking as she crawled into her corner, shaking her head no. I-I want to go home! I want to be in my bed!! I want to be with my mom!!! So Yeon begins to cry as Jung Kook shut the door then his closet. He walks out of his bedroom, adjusting his belt then putting on his shoes. Leaving his jacket since he's going to just be at Jimin's for the night. Bringing nothing but jealousy and hate with him. He grabs his apartment key card then heads out.

"Mother fucker..." He remembered that Jimin was going to talk to him about his little outburst towards Yong Bin. "Bullshit. What the hell am I supposed to say? How the fuck do I cover it?" Jung Kook refrains from punching the wall. His anger boiling from earlier.

"Fuck. I have no choice but to apologize and go with it." Jung Kook angrily walks down the hallway to Jimin's apartment. "If he makes any move on her, I will personally castrate him."

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A/N - Another filler. This was hard to write because I had writers block. Please expect some ok/good/great chapters :)