Desolate Innocence ||T.K.V||

▶︎Chapter 9▶︎

This story has a slow burn, so the chapters might be short☻.

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Then, suddenly, a voice roared in the hall. Jungkook flinched hard at the deep, rough, hoarse voice. It echoed through the dining room, commanding attention and sending a shiver down his spine.

"Hey, little human," the voice called out, filled with an authority that demanded obedience.

Jungkook's body instinctively curled tighter, his heart pounding in his chest. He dared not look up, fearing what new torment might await him. The maids who had been beating him straightened up quickly, their faces pale with fear and respect.

A tall, imposing figure stepped into the room, his presence dominating the space. He was draped in opulent robes that signified power and authority within the mansion. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the scene before him, taking in Jungkook's broken form and the guilty expressions of the maids.

"What is going on here?" he demanded, his voice cold and dangerous.

The maids stammered, trying to explain themselves. "Master Kim, Jungkook was being disobedient," one of them said. "We had to punish him for better discipline."

Master Kim's gaze flickered to Jungkook, lying on the white glossy tiles now cladded with his blood. There was a glimmer of concern and pity in his otherwise ruthless eyes.

Ignoring the maids, Master Kim turned his full attention to Jungkook. "Stand up," he ordered, his tone rough but with a hint of something softer.

Jungkook's body trembled as he struggled to comply, wincing in pain. He managed to push himself up to a kneeling position, his gaze and head hung low, avoiding Master Kim's eyes.

Master Kim studied the boy for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Look at me," he commanded.

Jungkook hesitated, fear gripping his heart, but he slowly lifted his head. His doe eyes, empty and void of tears, met Master Kim's gaze.

Master Kim's eyes softened slightly as he took in Jungkook's battered form. The boy's trembling frame and bruised face contrasted sharply with the cold, imposing figure of Master Kim. There was a moment of silence, the weight of the situation hanging heavily in the air.

"You're not in a good state," Master Kim said, his voice gruff but carrying an unexpected undercurrent of concern. "Why are you so beaten?"

Jungkook's lips quivered, but he remained silent, his eyes staring blankly at the ground.

Master Kim sighed, his gaze lingering on Jungkook's wounded face. "These maids have no sense of limits," he said, his tone laced with disdain as he turned a cold stare toward them. "Their idea of discipline is nothing but cruelty."

The maids shifted uneasily, their faces flushed with a mix of fear and guilt.

Master Kim refocused on Jungkook, his voice softer but still rough. "I need you to stand up fully," he instructed. "Show me you can move."

Jungkook hesitated, wincing as he tried to rise. His limbs felt heavy and uncooperative, but he managed to stand, his body shaking with each small movement. He kept his gaze averted, his eyes fixed on the ground as if it were a shield against the world.

Master Kim's expression softened further, though his demeanour remained stern. "You need to be looked after," he said, taking a step closer and gently placing a hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "You're coming with me."