Childhood Stalker/Agent/Lover Jungkook

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I woke up to the sun hitting my eyes, making me turn to my right side to avoid it, pulling the covers over me and reached out to check the time on my phone, wondering what time it was, but there was only empty space.

Strange.

I uncovered myself, noticing that I was in a room completely unfamiliar to me. The walls, the curtains, everything in here was white, pure, like someone who wants peace sleeps in here.

Then I sat up, feeling some pain coming from my head and my back. I groan and rolled my head, stretching my body as yesterday's memory came flooding to me in a rush and I was now on my feet, thankful that I still had yesterday's clothes on.

I walked towards the door and opened it, revealing a living room connected to the diner which had a big table for eight people to sit, from the diner, the kitchen was  connected ahead. My stomach rumble just seeing the kitchen. I was thankful that no one was around, but there were other rooms across and next to the one I'm in. I wonder how many people live here? I counted in total of eight rooms.If they're all single beds like the room I came out of, then maybe eight people live here. But where is the owner of the room I was in?

My stomach rumble louder when I got out to the living room, looking so expose out in the open which made me want to go back to the room and close the door. I wonder if anyone is in this house huge house at all.

As if fate answered my question, someone from the room across from mine opened the door and an unfamiliar face came out. He wasn't one of the guys that kidnapped me yesterday. Is he a friend of theirs?

He had black pants on with a plain red t-shirt, blonde hair like the guy from yesterday, bit it was shaven from the sides as it faded going down and only  the top was longer and straight, making his bangs reach the middle of his forehead. He noticed me, freezing on the spot and then walked towards the kitchen as if I was nothing important.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, not glancing my way.

"Why?" I asked, suspicious that he hasn't done anything to me. Is he going to add poison to my breakfast?

"No need to be alarm. We're not going to hurt you." he said as he smiled at me, showing his deep dimples which made him look harmless compared to how serious he looked a few seconds ago.
Not going to hurt me? That's funny coming out from the guy that seems aware of me being kidnapped. I take it that he is friends with the other three guys from yesterday.
"Why the fuck am I here?" I asked, watching him take out a box of cereal out and two bowls, putting the cereal in the middle and put a bowl on the table, pushing it so it would slide to the other side. I'm guessing it was for me.
I walked towards the bowl, eyeing him from head to a bit lower from his waist (since the table covers the rest), seeing that he doesn't have any weapons on him. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

I glanced at the plate and picked it up, bringing it up to my nose to smell any kind of weird odor.

It's clean.
I eyed him once more, feeling like I could perhaps trust him that he won't kill me, besides I'm hungry.
He glanced at me without saying a word, observing the details about me and then began to walk towards me which made me walk backwards, prepare to defend myself in case he tries to attack me while I'm defenseless.
He brought his hands up as he noticed me observing him carefully, and placed the chocolate cereal box on the table, then walked back to the opposite end from me, his hands still up in the air. I took the time to watch his lower body, noticing that the black comfortable pants he was wearing would seem obvious if he was hiding a weapon.