Mafia Stepbrothers

#30

HEY GUYS!! I am so sorry I didn't update, a lot happened  so yea
BUT!!!! DUN DUN DUN
HERE'S THE NEW CHAPTER!!! HEHE
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"Young master is sleeping right now miss"
Lina says as she stands outside my room, with a tray of empty bowl in her hand that carried hot soup once.

I give her a slight nod.
"Thanks Lina, I appreciate your efforts''
She gives a small smile, before walking away.

I let out a sigh, I need to do something with all this step-brother thingy so that I can live a peaceful life.

A loud sound echoes in the mansion, someone could be heard screaming.

Soon after, a lot of steps could be heard- the same kind I did when I first came here for the dinner.

Cursing slightly as I feel a drop in the pit of my stomach, I get up from my comfy bed and run downstairs, there I see Jungkook, who happens to be eyeing me with annoyance in his pupils.

"Who got me this!?"

He holds the pack of banana milk that I got him, from my entire pocket money.

I start feeling nervous.

Should I admit it?

"I-I did"
I let out in a slight whisper, audible to all thanks to the uncomfortable silence.

Jungkook's eyes darken, as if they weren't black enough.

I feel heads turned towards me, now me being the centre of attention.

A smirk makes its way on Jungkook's handsome face.

"Oh, the 'ideal lil' sis' got me a pack of banana milk? Why huh? Because I locked you up in the basement? Because I locked you up in a place where you deserve to be?"

"Jungkook-"

"No hyung, let me deal with her"
Jungkook stops Jin from interfering.

I clench my fists and shut my eyes tight, trying my best not to burst into tears at his harsh words.

"You", he points at me, "tell me, why did you get it?"

"Y-you were upset about it s-so I thought I would g-get it f-for you"
I let out, cursing my stuttering self.

"Ahhhh I see", he nods as if he understands.

"Did I ask you to?" He suddenly lets out, voice an octave deeper. 

"Huh?" I ask in slight shock.

"Did I ask you to?" He says again, this time putting pressure on every single word.

"N-no" I say, slightly scared now.

He scoffs, turns around, walks towards the dustbin and....

Throws it in the dustbin.

Without a second thought.

Just like that.

Just.

Like.

That.

My eyes sting form the tears that were threatening to fall out. I close them, tightening my fists even more. My throat feels constricted of air as sobs dare to come out.

I open my eyes, red eyes.

"Why?" I ask, in a pained voice.

He walks towards me, close enough so that I can smell his cologne which constricts my throat even more.
He bends down and leans into my face, his breath fanning over my ear.