I open my eyes.
I don't know why but I feel reborn as soon as I wake up.
I am lying on my stomach and my face buried in the pillow. That's a really good sleeping position. No wonder, I feel so great.
I turn my body to look at the surroundings.
I am not familiar with this room. But why am I here?
I try to think.
My eyes widen, I get up sitting.
Fuck! I just remembered that fucking stupid dance and.... That thing too.
And I just noticed the sound of loud music. It reaches here but slower.
I look at myself under the blanket and I am still in the fishnet.
This outfit is kinda giving me a trauma because my mood is sinking down as soon as I see it.
I am very bothered. Very bothered!
Those moments keep playing in my head even though I don't want to recall.
I click my tongue and roll my eyes, and then I catch the glance of a dress hung at the wall.
A modest dress.
It looks so comfortable. Since it is here, maybe it is for me.
I get up and go to get it.
I study the dress in my hand. It looks pretty and comfortable.
But thinking back, I can't believe since he made me wear a stupid fishnet, I amaze this dress so much even though it is just actually a normal dress.
God, I'm desperate for clothes.
Then, I see my underwear and my shoes around the dress.
Perfect.
Since the fishnet is already torn, I just tear it off my body.
Then, I put on real clothes. Something that deserves to be called clothes.
I grin from ear to ear. This feels so fresh.
Then, I turn my head at the fishnet. Euww, disgusting shit. I won't be seeing this shit anymore.
But reality hits me. I won't if I escape.
I look ahead and I see the door.
I'm determined. I'm fucking going to escape!
I walk to the door. I'm about to open the door until I hear a conversation outside.
I lean my ear against the door to eavesdrop.
"Do you want a drink?". It's a male voice.
"Yeah, gimme" That's another male voice.
Then, I hear him gurgling. "Ahhh, do I get older? My knees weak, standing here"
"Fuck it. You're just getting lazy. I told you to go exercise, didn't I? "
Obviously, someone is guarding the door.
I recall that he brought so fucking many bodyguards here. Of course he would place some here.
I pull my ear off the door and my face pinch in disappointment.
There's never an easy game from him.
I look around, looking for the window.
Nothing.
But I see the big curtain. It can be the sliding door to the balcony.
If I'm on the second floor, I will jump!
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FanfictionThey say I have a perfect boyfriend. He is handsome, he is tall and he is kind to everyone. He has a good job, promising me a good future with him. My perfect boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, he's just so perfect. I thought I know him so much but he's not...