𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞 || 𝐉𝐊

Ch. 18

Y/N

"Hey"  He turned his head away from the TV and locked eyes with me "The morning after we went to that club I had a bad hangover and I needed Advil..I checked your medicine cabinet in the bathroom"

His eyes went wide and he then turned his gaze to the white carpeted floor.

"You have so many pills and stuff...Are you sick?" I was a bit concerned and I genuinely wanted to see if he was okay.  He ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm schizophrenic"

Oh wow. I honestly did not know what to say or think. He seem to notice this so he continued.

"I was diagnosed about two years ago. When I had a really bad episode. My friends were really worried and always got on my case to talk to a specialist. So finally I decided to seek some help from a Psychiatrist" He said while still avoiding eye contact.

"What does an episode look like?" I gently ask. This doesn't seem like something he wants to talk about but, I was curious. I mean I'm living with him after all, I want to know what's going on.

"I really don't want to talk about this shit" he says sounding a bit angry.

"Im sorry, I just was worried is all" I say trying to keep him calm

"I don't need you to worry about me" he instantly snapped back at me. He was staring dead at me, his eyes showed nothing but anger, frustration and...sorrow?

"I don't mean to make you upset Jungko-"

"JUST FUCKING STOP" he yelled while slamming his fist down on the glass coffee table, shattering it. I jumped at the noise. I watched in shock as blood started to drop from his now injured hand.

What was wrong? Did I say something I shouldn't have said?

"You're NOT supposed to be worried about a person like me. I work for a fucking human trafficking business. My job is to ruin fucking lives and end them. So why the fuck are you worried about me?" He continued while pulling his hair in frustration.

I scoffed and stomped my foot in anger.

"You think this shit is easy for me too? Everyday I feel so conflicted with myself because I'm slowly developing more and more fucking feelings for your dumbass. I thought maybe I should just give in." I yelled. He stood there shocked at what I said. I quickly turned my back towards him instantly regretting what I had just admitted.

"I fucking like you a lot actually...Call it Stockholm syndrome or whatever but I just do." I whispered looking down at my fingers. He was silent. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my fucking chest, I wanted him to say something.

"Well I don't feel the same way" he said breaking the silence.

Ouch, that definitely hurt.

"As a matter fact... I hate you" he said coldly. I felt a sudden pit in my stomach. I turned around and tried to read him but he avoided eye contact.

"You don't mean that" I try to say with confidence but, you can clearly hear the uncertainty in my voice.

"y/n wake the fuck up. What did you think was going to happen? We were just going to play house and act like we are some type of couple? You're just a slave to me and nothing more. You're just a fucking product" He bitterly laughed.

"I'm a fucked up person...People like me just don't get a happy ending. This is my life" He continued.

I can almost hear the despair in his voice as he said the last part. I wanted to hug him, no I needed to hug him. I stepped towards him but, he instantly stepped back.

"This is what I chose to do with my life and I don't need some bitch coming around trying to change things"

"So from now on you'll be staying in one of the guest rooms. All the rules still apply, you'll refer to me as master and master only. Tomorrow morning I need you to clean this shit up, for now I need you to get the fuck out of my sight" I was taken aback from his tone. It was just like when I first met him.

"I-I don't understand why are y-" 

Before I could finish my sentence he threw a chair in my direction. I immediately jumped out the way in the process I tripped causing me to land on my ass. I look up at him with teary eyes, his face held no emotion.

"Just GO" He yelled in anger. I scrambled to my feet and scurried off to the guest room. I sat on the bed struggling to recompose myself.

What the fuck just happened?

Jungkook

I walked into the kitchen grabbing a big bottle of vodka. I plopped down on the couch and began drinking away my sorrows completely ignoring the shattered pieces of glass everywhere.

The words I hate you echoed in my head nonstop like a broken record. She was right I didn't mean it... If anything I felt the opposite about her but, I definitely didn't want her to know that.

I hate how vulnerable she makes me feel. I get so weak around her. Had anyone else asked me about my condition I would've fucking killed them but her...She's different. She doesn't even know how she makes me feel sometimes...Or does she?

My emotions are running too high and I fucking hate it.

I began to chug down a big portion of the bottle without a care, trying to forget about my troubles.

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