His Queen

Chapter 22

He returned after a short while, and this time a two maids entered with him. They were both carrying trays of foods and a juice, which they placed on the bed before leaving me alone with taehyung once again.

"Come on, now," he said sitting down on the bed.

"I said I'm not hungry," I replied.

"Jungkook. Come here," he ordered.

I stood rooted to my spot.

"F.cking hell!" He yelled, standing up. My eyes widened at his sudden outburst, and he stormed towards me, making me quickly back away, and into a wall.

"Can you stop being f.cking difficult?" He yelled, slamming his hand against the wall, right beside my head.

I flinched, looking up at him with wide eyes, as I began shuddering.

"I'm asking you so f.cking nicely to have food, good food, delicious meals I got prepared just for you, and here you keep f.cking defying me. I swear jungkook if you cross me one more time, I'm going to do something you really will not like. Do you understand?!" He hit the wall again, making me gasp, as I held my hands to my chest, and began sobbing once again.

My whole body was shivering in fear, and I tightly shut my eyes, not wanting to look into his raging eyes. He took a couple of steps away from me, and I sank down, dropping to the floor.

He remains silent for a short while, the only sound in the room being my loud sobs, before he once again stepped closer to me. I backed away from him, afraid, but the wall behind me didn't allow me to create a lot of distance.

"Stand up, jungkook," he said softly, his tone drastically different from the last time he spoke.

I did not respond to his order, too afraid to even move. He bent down and extended his hands towards me, making me flinch and close my eyes shut. He gently took my arms, and made me stand up, as I continued to tremble.

"Look at me," he said softly, gently holding my chin and making me face up.

"Open your eyes, butterfly," he said softly, and I obliged, still shaking uncontrollably. His face was gentle, and his eyes were soft as he stared down at me.

"I'm sorry," he said, wiping away my tears with his hands.

"Please stop crying," he pleaded to me, but I continued to weep. He suddenly step closer to me and wrapped his hands around my body, pulling me to his chest.

I froze, my whole body tensing up. He began to caress the back of my head in soothing gesture, while keeping me in his embrace.

"Shh," he soothed.

"Please stop crying. I'm so sorry." I took deep breaths to calm myself down, and pulled away from the hug, wiping away my tears.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, I'm sorry," he said, but I ignored him.

"Please have food," he added, but I kept my gaze on the floor. He waited a few seconds for a reply, but I did not give him one.

"Okay. Alright. Let's go," he sighed and took my hand, and now I looked up at him in shock. I instantly tried to pull it out of his grip, but he did not budge, leading me to the door.

"Where are you taking me? I don't wanna go anywhere with you! Let me go!" I began panicking while he unlocked the door, his grip on my wrist firm.

"Let me go, I don't wanna go with you, taehyung please, let me–"

"Calm down," he cut me off, turning around to face me.

"I'm... dropping you home."

"What?" I asked, my eyes wide, my mouth agape.