Desolate Innocence ||T.K.V||

▶︎Chapter 4▶︎

Next day

Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong~

Continuous ringings of the bell were heard in the house, which was full of witch robust laughter, both mother and daughter duo were catching up on things for two hours continuously, while the nasty daughter of Mrs Jeon, left not even a single chance to hurt and insult the poor soul and entertain herself by causing him dreadful misery.

Jungkook who was massaging the long slender legs of Eunbi, hurriedly got up from the kneeling position, on the floor, quickly bowed to the Mother and daughter and rushed toward the door with wobbly steps causing recently he got malignant and unpitiful beating on his short legs by some wooden hard log.

the door swung open, an abrupt and harsh slap met him with brutal force, the resonant sound lingering in the air. A whimper escaped his lips as he collapsed to the floor, the velocity of the aggression leaving him unable to anticipate the sudden onslaught. The little boy seized in the tornado of swift brutality, found himself sprawled on the ground, bewildered and defenceless.

"Fuckin bitch, can't you open the door quickly!" yelled Mr Jeon in a venomous and hazardous tone, Jungkook quickly got up shivering badly in dread and bowed down, till his head touched the floor and said in a very silent and hushed tone.

"P-pardon me, m-master,"

Jungkook's baby voice quivered, barely audible, as Mr. Jeon scoffed. Mr Jeon turned towards the mysterious figure clad in black, a noticeable aura of mystery surrounding him. The man's head was concealed beneath a large black cap, casting shadows that veiled his features. His presence screamed attention and authority.

"Mr Kim, please this way," Mr Jeon pleased the enigmatic male, with a gesturing hand, 'Mr Kim' moved inside with his hand in the pocket of his formal black charcoal pants, the male moved with heavy resonant steps, Jungkook was still in his previous position, his hazel swollen eyes shedding tears of pain and nothing else, then, he hurriedly moved toward the kitchen with silent steps, even a sharp listener would not be able to comprehend his moving.

Jungkook reached inside the kitchen with a hammering heart, quietly wiping the tears from his rough paws hoodie, Jungkook took a crystal clear glass from the shelf and poured some cold water in it, then he kept the glass in a flower-printed tray and sprinted outside in the living room, where he walked toward the mysterious man and hold down the tray in front of the man.

Mr Kim, who noticed a shadow of a person, looked up and saw the petite, weakling, small boy, trembling slightly was holding a tray with glass filled with water, his hands were shivering scarcely, Mr Kim smirked and took a glimpse of the overall structure of the boy and shooked his head in nothingness and took the water apparently.

Sipping the cold water, its refreshing cascade down his oesophagus provided a momentary respite for Kim's burning soul. A sigh escaped him as he gently returned the glass to the tray. Preparing to withdraw, Jungkook bowed down, intending to make a swift exit. Yet, before he could take a step, Mr. Kim halted him with a subtle, commanding hand gesture.

Frozen in place, Jungkook stood with head bowed and gaze fixed on the otherworldly sheen of Mr. Kim's polished shoes.

"Jeon, Are you selling your maid to me? huh!" Mr Kim mocked and a taunting scoff followed from behind his malicious words, Mr Jeon laughed and said in an insulting way about Jungkook.

"No, no, Mr Kim, he is my son, unfortunately, well, you aren't wrong, he lives as a maid here, cause he doesn't deserve to be treated as a family member,"

Mr Kim chuckled darkly and gazed at the shivering soul, very weak and easy to break, then, he looked away from the boy and called his man.

"Seok-Jin!"