SHEPHARDS/ pjm/ vintage love story.

shepherds-4

Previously on the shephards~

I hurriedly opened the door and saw a sight that made my blood boil...

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"and what exactly do you think you are doing!?" i snapped at Sehun. "oh? Nothing I was just exploring stuff and making myself home" what on earth makes him think snooping around in my room would be okay!?

My journals were sprawled all over my table, my painting were scattered on the floor everywhere. AND HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO GO THROUGH MY JOURNALS

i snatched my journal out of his hand, "hey! You can't read that" i said clutching the small purple diary to my chest.

"and why? Come on its not like it matters. These are just Pieces of paper anyway. And who's this ugly lady here?" he asked pointing at My mother.

"DONT YOU DARE SPEAK A WORD ABOUT HER"

The moment I snapped at him, i knew I messed up. But I didn't regret it, not one bit.

I looked at him still clutching the small diary to my chest. I couldn't let anyone see it. It was too personal. It contained pictures of my mother and things that mesmerized Me and I wanted to try them out. I couldn't let that out to anyone.

He looked me up and down before walking towards me with heavy steps, i walked backwards as he came closer and closer. I didn't realise that i hit my table, fear started to eat me up. He came closer and closer, i moved my hands around the table in hope to find something to defend me. But all I could feel was pieces of paper.

The paintings of scenerys falling down from the table as I trashed around it. The scenerys were the places I want I wanted to visit with a specific someone.

Who? I don't know yet.

Even after seeing me panicking he didn't bother to stop. He grabbed my face with his hands and said, "don't you dare talk to me like that okay? I own you. Do you get it!?"

Tears were streaming down my face like waterfalls and I hated it. I hated being weak and pathetic. I was stuck like a duck and couldn't even do anything about it.

He removed his hands from my mouth and I thought he finally calmed down.

Oh boy was I wrong...

He grabbed my hair and I screamed bloody. "don't you fucking dare to scream, OK little doll, you are supposed to be treated like this" i sobbed under him as he spat those venom like words at my face

He started leaning forward to kiss me as I tried to push him with my hands.

He came closer and closer and I shut my eyes tight for the worst to happen.

Until we both heard heard a loud knock on my door.

Both our heads snapped at that direction and he told me to fix myself. I quickly wiped my teary face and fixed my hair roughly until it looked okay. He opened the door and we saw jungkook standing there, with sweat visible on his forehead, his nervousness was clear but it was also clear that he didn't want to show it.

"Sir is calling you both downstairs, but could I talk to Ms. Y/N for a second?" he said trying his best to look tough.

Sehun looked at him before mumbling a small yes and left. As soon as he left jungkook looked at me and- "noona are you okay? I was coming to call you as your father wanted you downstairs but I heard you scream and I came as fast as I could, I even banged the door"

He said trying to make me believe he did everything he could at that moment. And of course I did believe him why wouldn't I?

Worry was clear on his face as he checked me for any injuries.

"i am fine kook, I'll tell you when I need any help OK?"

He looked at me and nodded his head, I went downstairs ro see why they called me. Although the fear of facing Sehun was still there....