Lust | JJK ✔️

66- burn

"Ah!" you flinch when you touch the rim of the pan on the stove, Jungkook turns around and looks at you. You trudge back and clutch your hand closer to your chest, bending forward as you wince.

You look at your hand as you see redness on the palm, and your eyes immediately get blinded by tears. It burns so bad.

However, before you can even properly cry, you feel your arm being tugged on harshly.

"Who asked you??" Jungkook yells at you. "Who told you to touch the pan??" He says with gritted teeth as he shakes you.

"Huh? Did you not hear what I said ten seconds ago?! You don't know how to fucking cook. You don't know how to do anything. What the fuck is your problem?!?"

"Yn was..Y-Yn was trying to-" you fumble with trembling lips as your scared self looks up at him.

"Shut up." He says before dragging you to the sink and pouring cold over your hand as you wipe your tears with the other. "I've told you a million times, I'm fed up..." he says while engaging with his work.

"I've worked so hard to bring you back, just what will I do if I lose you again." he wipes your hand with a towel hurriedly, pushing it into your hands before walking away without properly attending you. You feel your heart sink.

"Shit. I don't want to fucking think about it. You obviously don't know anything right? You don't even remember a single thing. All of it is upon me, of course." He says pouring tea into the cups.

"What's so difficult in understanding such a simple thing, the same thing I've told you a billion times. I want to keep you close to myself. But you?" He glares at you with anger filled eyes.

"You'll act however the fuck you want, of course." He scoffs. "Do something like that again and watch me leave you here without helping you."

Such crude words, yet such soft intentions.

He was sharp with his tongue, yes, most definitely during this emotion dominated moment. But it's all a fruit of his fears. It's his phobia pouring through, indirectly showing you how he loses his calm over the smallest things.

Because of course, for him small cuts and burns slowly add up to become big wounds, and those wounds are bound to leave scars. He didn't even realise when life took a three sixty turn on him, he didn't even notice it on time.

All he was met with then, was a sudden blow which left him smashed and shivered on the floor. He's careful in his actions and he doesn't plan to repeat those mistakes.

However, he's not calm right now. He's upset at you, and you have to taste the consequences of the same even if it's against your will.

"S-Sorr-" Before you can even fully roll the word down your tongue, the man exits the kitchen without a double take. He doesn't look back, not sparing your figure a single glance.

You're left all whiny and apologetic in the small kitchen that surrounds you. You don't wait here for too long though, quickly moving your feet across the wooden floor and rushing behind him. You are not able to catch up with him for he walks too fast, but you can see him on the lower end of the medium sized corridor - the sunlight from the big window shining upon his figure- you continue to follow him without giving him a call.

Increasing your speed, you decide to maintain a small distance between you both so that you can be less of a bother than you already are.

Staying silent is the best remedy for now.

Opening the door of his room, he keeps the tea tray on a table before walking up to his dresser to finally open the box he's been talking about. You quietly enter the room behind him, clutching your hands closer to your chest.