Desolate Innocence ||T.K.V||

▶︎Chapter 7▶︎

One week later-

"What the F—ck you are doing, huh!"

In the kitchen of the mansion, the odd calmness was abruptly disrupted by the sound of a shattering oil bottle. The soft patter of the small boy's cloth against the floor was interrupted as he accidentally knocked over the oil bottle, sending it crashing to the ground.

The once serene atmosphere was now filled with the clatter of glass and the scent of oil permeating the air. Startled, the boy froze for a moment, his eyes wide with shock, before slowly bending down to assess the damage.

Jungkook winced as a harsh slap landed on his pale cheek, the sting spreading across his skin like wildfire. He clenched his eyes tightly shut, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. With a trembling breath, he swallowed the sob rising in his throat, his small frame trembling with a mixture of pain and fear.

"I-I am— Pardon me, Madam," The maid's arrogant scoff cut through the air, her voice rising to a screech as she yelled at Jungkook. Her words were like daggers.

"Yeah, that's a very good piece of the lame excuse of yours, first making the hell mistake and then apologizing, Wow!"

With his head bowed low and his eyes tightly shut, Jungkook felt the consequence of sorrow pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The cruel words of the maid echoed in his mind, intertwining with the self-loathing thoughts that plagued him relentlessly. "Pathetic excuse," the voices whispered, their taunts like a relentless barrage against his already fragile spirit. Jungkook felt an overwhelming desire to escape, to end the pain that seemed to consume him from within.

Dear Shi-ty Jungkookie, it's better to kill yourself or else suffer, the choice is yours.

As you know, you are a pathetic useless being, so just end yourself, there is a chance.

"Don't stand here like a statue and clean it!" With a quick nod, Jungkook snapped out of his trance and stood up from his crouched position. Sadness flickered in his eyes as he grabbed a rough cloth and set to work cleaning the spilt oil with swift movements. The maid rolled her eyes and went away after scoffing at the pathetic self of the poor boy.

Tears rolled from those doe eyes but his hands didn't stop working day and night.

At night

Jungkook sighed for the ninth time, he found himself gazing up at the twinkling stars, their brilliance casting a comforting glow over the night sky. Despite the hardships he faced, a small, weary smile tugged at the corners of his chaps, he felt a sense of peace wash over him as if the stars above were offering him solace from the darkness of his reality. Yet, beneath the facade of his odd calmness, Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped, like a helpless bunny surrounded by lions in a den. The maids' indifference to his well-being had left him feeling isolated and vulnerable, a prey to their cruelty.

He sat on the bench that was given to him for his stay, the flowers surrounding him like guards, but lifeless guards with thorns that pierced his skin badly. He opened his bag took a carrot out from it and munched on it at a slow pace. He Deliberately saviours the taste of the only food he has for eating purposes.

Then, he kept the half-eaten carrot in the bag back, lay on the bench curled his small body in a fossil position hugged himself to provide solace and fell into a light slumber.

In the morning~

The morning sun rose swiftly, as Jungkook had anticipated. As he emerged from his makeshift shelter, he felt his stiff muscles protest as he stretched. He made his way towards the grand mansion, his small form barely noticeable amidst the massive structure.

The imposing guards stationed at the entrance cast a stoic gaze his way, their expressions unyielding. Jungkook couldn't help but feel a small tug of nervousness in the pit of his stomach, but he managed to maintain a small smile on his pale face as he walked past them. The guards' eyes followed him for a moment before returning to their vigilant watch.

He sighed in tiredness and walked inside the mansion with feeble steps, his first destination was the kitchen where he had to make food was the Kim Family, that was not present at the moment, he reached the kitchen and all the maids that sitting in the table, looked at him and smirked.

As the maids bid their goodbyes and left the kitchen, Jungkook let out a nervous gulp. He was a stranger in this grand house, tasked with preparing breakfast for the mysterious family. He swiftly began chopping the vegetables and cooking alone in the vast and luxurious kitchen. But suddenly, he heard a loud commotion.

"Good Morning Master Kims," a voice announced, causing Jungkook to cease his work and look up towards the entrance of the kitchen with big, doe eyes as if he were expecting someone. Then, all at once, a mob of maids burst into the room and took the dishes that he had just prepared and carefully placed on the table. Jungkook let out a sigh as he walked towards the dishes, and began to cleanse them thoroughly, his mind racing with thoughts of the people he was working for and the kind of life they must lead.

Then, suddenly, a maid came inside the kitchen, running vastly and breathing heavily, and said.

"You are also a maid, then what are doing here? Don't you know when the Kim family eats all the maids have to be present in the dining room?" Jungkook fliched hard at her outburst, he quickly wiped his hand with a towel and said in a tiny voice.

"Pardon me, ma'am," As they approached the dining table, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The Kim family was already seated, enjoying the breakfast he had prepared for them. But as he drew closer, he noticed something that made his heart race: four enormous figures were also seated at the table, their massive bodies dwarfing the other diners.

As he walked down the long hall, his tiny frame trembled with fear. Suddenly, his gaze was met by a pair of icy blue orbs that seemed to bore into his very soul. He felt a chill run down his spine as he realized that Kim was checking to see whether he was pure or not. He shuddered and shook as he made uneasy eye contact with the imposing figure, his breath coming in shaky gasps.

Just then, the hall was filled with a strange and beastly growl that seemed to cover every corner of the area. The maids, bodyguards, and butlers all fell to their knees in fear and reverence as the noise echoed through the room. The very walls of the hall trembled and shook as Kim made his presence known, and the tiny figure could do nothing but cower in terror.

Jungkook, felt a shiver run down his spine. The grandeur of the place made him feel small and insignificant. Overwhelmed by fear, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to make himself as tiny as possible. He looked around and saw other maids standing in their place, exchanging glances with each other. Feeling anxious, he shifted uncomfortably on his feet, falling on his knees. He quickly bowed his head down.

"Open your eyes, beauty,"