Thirsty Trap |JK×READER|

8. By The River

1 week later

You wake up panting heavily, cold sweat on your body, tears soked cheeks, heartbeat skyrocketing, hands shaking from fear, mind still fuzy with the nightmare you woke up from.

It was quite often to have these horrible  nightmares, but this time it was more intense. Every night seeing the same dream a bit more than where it had ended the previous early morning.

The day couldn't start any better. You sit upright hugging your knees, rocking yourself back and forth to steady yourself.

Trying your best to ignore the images of blood, guns and shouts of your father in the dream you stand giving yourself a pep talk to forget the dream, but that seems to be like asking to stop eating food for life.

You had to at least keep up a strong facade because you had to work in the fields, for fifteen hours a day.

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"How's work going dear?" Hoseok chirps behind your sweating form.

"Amazing Seok" you form a tight lipped smile, tired of his attempts of cheering you up.

How can anyone be excited to work under the midday sun without taking a break. Why couldn't he use his common sense for once?

"Do you.... Do you want a break dear?" He carefully asks, examining the way your hands are ball into fists mirroring your anger. He puts his hands up in the air in the hopes of decreasing your fuming figure.

Earning a look of disapproval the red haired walks back to his place. How could he even muster up the courage to ask you that question when Jimin was watching you with hwak eyes from the window pane of his bedroom?

Shrugging off the thought you try not to lag in your work. You definitely didn't want to work twice more tomorrow just because of a red haired diversion.

While keeping your mind busy with these thoughts, you trip on to the ground falling face first, breaking the wooden plough into two parts in the process.

With hammering heart, you scramble on the ground to join these two parts like a puzzle but no avail.

Preparing mentally that your punishment is going to exceed your life, you look up to Jimin's bedroom.

Miraculously he doesn't appear in your vision. And you do the next thing that comes to your mind. Hoseok.

"Seok! I need your help" you whisper yell to the man who's peacefully eating his lunch under the tree.

He knits his brows together, pure confusion drawn on his face. You normally didn't speak to him-it was safe to say you didn't speak to him at all-unless there was a more worse matter than Jeon himself who showed up infront of you once in a blue moon.

Disgarding his delicious lunch, he paces quickly in your direction with worry written all over his face.

"Are you hurt dear?" oblivious to the earth shattering disaster you made, the male asks in concern.

"I'm not hurt Hoseok, it's just that..." you trail off not knowing how his reaction would be. Sure he had the kindest heart you've ever witnessed in your 18 years of living on this planet (mind you teenagers have more weird experience compared to the adults) you hoped he was a loyal servant.

One thing you questioned was- 'why was he here when he's the servant from the mayor's mansion?' But that could be kept aside for now. Fixing this plough situation was more important than questioning him about his whereabouts and your grumbling food deprived stomach.