"No!" You cried out in hopes for someone to help you but the response was nill. Jungkook throws the pillow away and crawls towards your direction on the bed. You grab the milk bottle from the nearby lamp table and smash it at his face, resulting in the contents of the milk in the bottle smashing on his face. He groans and tries to wipe off the milk from his face to get a clear view but before he could see, you immediately rushed off the bed and run out of the room, slamming shut the door.
"Y/n! He screams out in anger he walks unsteadily to the door and bangs hard.
" Open the door!" He yells like a mad drunk man.
You shake your head and hold your baby to your chest.
"You little piece of shit!" He strikes harder making you flinch from the sudden force of bang. You gasp out as your (e/c) orbs tremble in fear.
"What's happening!" The loud voice of the woman saves you from the pit of fear as if you have a light of hope.
You turn around and immediately take a look at the person. Your mouth falls apart as you meet in contact with Mrs Jeon. The elder lady of the house.
You immediately fall on your knees and palm your hands while balancing your child on your arms.
"Mam please save me. He is trying to ruin me, please Mam," you whimper hard as your non-stop tears stain your cheeks.
Mrs Jeon squints her eyes as she takes a look of your condition and snaps her gaze to the banging door.
"How dare you lock me in my house! You wench! Open the fuxking damn door!" Jungkook's enlarged voice makes her understand the situation.
"Open the door" she commands to the guards beside her and they immediately go in action and open the door.
The door slams open and Jungkook emerges out like a crazy mad person. He looks around for some time as if he is searching for your view and meets up with your weeping from on the floor near his mother.
"There you are" he smirks as he staggers to you.
Your heartbeat increases it's pace as you look at Mrs Jeon.
"Grab him," Mrs Jeon orders and the guards steadily holds Jungkook.
"Mother, stop this nonsense," he rolls his eyes as if his mother is playing games with him but after witnessing the emotionless expression on her face he realises that his mother is not joking with her.
"The fuck!" He screams.
Mrs Jeon walks forward and gives a tight slap on her son's face.
"Is this what I taught you!" She yells out.
You gasp out
Jungkook's eyes go wide wondering what just happened now. His dear mother slapped him for that girl. Is this really true? He couldn't mould himself to believe it.
"Did you stop so low that you chose a low-standard prostitute girl as your nightstand!"
"If you want to have a good night tell me, I will get you good ones not the used ones,"
Each word coming from Mrs. Jeon's mouth stings you like a thousand tones of knife striking your heart. It hurts a lot. After all these insults are sprouted out by a woman. That's what hurts you the most.
Jungkook snaps his gaze sideways and pulls off his arms from the men and stomps out of the place.
Mrs Jeon turns his gaze of disgust straight directed towards you.
"Stay away from my son! Don't you dare try to seduce him again or else I will eliminate that filthy thing in your arms,"
Her threat gave you chills as you looked down in fear. Fear for your child. This is a world of cruelty where your child is the form of threat to secure you from speaking for yourself.
"I won't let any harm come your way," you whisper calmly as you kiss your child's peptide ears.
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"Y/n!" Hoseok screams out loud catching the attention of the other training commoners.
"What happened Hoseok" Jin makes his way towards Hoseok who looks worried and tensed as his grip on the rifle threatens.
"I don't know, I feel like my y/n is in danger. I can feel like her desperate cries for help,"
Jin tries to console Hoseok but none of his words seem to affect the panicked man.
"What is happening here!" A loud raging voice stops Hoseok's worried voice.
"Mr Kim," Jin bows down and other training commoners also bow to give a form of respect for the man before him.
"What is happening here," the elder man questions again as his deep eyes are fixated on Hoseok's panicked ones.
"Nothing Mr. Kim, it's just that-"
"Sir he is nonsense to our group. He keeps chanting about his half-dead pregnant wife every day. He doesn't concentrate on his work nor does he let others do their training properly. His constant panic attacks are bothering the others who are training here. I kindly want you to send this man out. "
"Yoongi! Stop it. He is trying to accept the change and he will overcome it soon-"
"Oh please Jin. I have seen you mouth-feeding him every time but he doesn't seem to show any sort of improvement. He is a waste of time and our efforts. If he can't even find a rifle in his hand properly then how can we train him into a full-fledged rebellion? He is just a coward good for nothing!"
Hoseok gulps down as his grip on the rifle tightens. Jin tries to defend Hoseok but the sudden voice stops him.
"Stop Min Yoongi" the older man speaks out and shuts the mouth of the frustrated male.
"And you!" Mr Kim points his finger at Hoseok and glares through his eyes.
"Stay in dungeon for a week and don't feed him," the elder man commands and walks out of the forest.
Jin rushes after Mr. Kim trying to spare Hoseok but nothing comes by his way.
Yoongi smirks in delight as if he had gotten rid of an annoying snake from his farm. Yoongi turns his head shoots a victory smile at Hoseok and walks back to train his followers.
Hoseok drops the rifle on the ground and makes his way to the dungeon with a few men assisting him on his way.
Starving was not a new word to him. He was born in poverty and he knew how to deal with it. He felt no different with the punishment given to him. In fact, he doesn't care about it. All that worries him is his wife Y/n and his unborn child. Or what if his child is already born in this world. All he wanted was for his family and him to live peacefully but that wasn't right in his fate it seems.
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Finally, update after months 😅
I got my job and I was busy with it.
I will try to be regular from now on
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At his mercy || BTS PJM Ft JJK
Fanfiction"Please sir I beg you, don't hit my husband" You clasped your hands and kneeled before the male who is whipping your husband without showing any mercy to the poor soul. The pitiful screams of your husband echo through the village as none of the civ...
