Hush [Semi-Active]

Ch. 16

   Jungkook paces back and forth in his bedroom, biting at his finger nails. A bad habit he picked up from one of his friends, Min Yoongi, while visiting him at his studio. He was much older than him; by three years. When he was anxious, Yoongi would bite his finger nails until they bled. Shit, shit, shit! What am I going to do now? Jungkook looks over towards his closet.

"Fuck." He breathes out and then walks over to it, removing all the clothes and then pulls the string on the door of his little built in compartment. He crouches down, "Turns out there are some people out there that care about you."

   Jungkook tilts his head to the side, "All this time I thought a snobby, self centered bitch like yourself wouldn't have any friends. I honestly mean it." So Yeon avoids looking up at him. Her once lively eyes are dark and dull. Slowly burning out like a lit candle. "Because who would love such a whoring, worthless cunt? Obviously not me."

   So Yeon's heart shatters. Never has she ever heard such venomous words coming from someone she cared deeply for: She was never one to take things to heart. She knew everyone didn't like her for the way she behaved and dressed. So Yeon felt like a Queen and her ego was high like one because her mother told her never to let anyone put her down for her confidence.

   Most of her life she's heard of common insults like "Snobby bitch, Miss Perfect, All-That Queen, Try Hard Princess, Narcissist". But this was like a stake through the heart. Jungkook's words were breaking her heart into a billion pieces. She tries her very best to ignore him. But they kept coming at her like a shower of arrows falling from the sky. She was vulnerable and weak. Her strength was nowhere near enough for her to crawl a few inches away from him. She was exhausted. She couldn't cry. She tried her best not to. So Yeon has done enough of that each night to fall asleep. Jungkook makes a disgusted face when he notices the smell. So Yeon ignores his insult once more. She smelled bad, like a weeks old milk left out in the sun. Jungkook stares down at her, repulsed by her pathetic appearance. She can feel his hatred resonating off of him.

"No tears?" He kneels down to her level, removed the tape from her mouth and slowly raises his hand up to touch her cheek. So Yeon flinches her head away, not wanting to be touched by him ever again. Jungkook aggressively grabs hold of her cheeks and forces her to look back at him. She groans in pain by his hard grip.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

"J-J... Jung... Kook." She could barely utter a word. "Please..." The last part comes out breathy and weak. Her energy was gone.

"You're not going to be in hiding anymore." Jungkook grabs a handful of her hair, dragging her out of the little compartment and into his bedroom. She groaned and screamed in pain, begging for him to let go of her hair.

"Stop screaming you fucking whore." Jungkook let's go of her and heads over to his bedside drawer, pulling out a black tin box. He shakes it a bit and the content inside of it shuffle. So Yeon crawls away from him despite her hands tied behind her back. "Do you know what's inside So Yeon?"

   So Yeon's fear began to rise. Her curiosity terrified her. There could be a few things in there that he can use to either torture her or kill her with. A razor blade to cut her with, a box cutter, a pocket knife. Any small sharp object to inflict pain onto her for his own entertainment. So Yeon stared at the black tin box and refused to answer his question. Jungkook gives that devilish smirk and opens it. He twiddles his fingers as he reached in and pulled out a thick navy blue thread and a sewing needle.

"A needle and some thread." He looks at her, his eyes colored dark and cold. Mysterious and terrifying at the same time. So Yeon shakes her head as she pieced them together.