I woke up to the feeling of someone stroking my hair, unconsciously I nuzzled my head into the warm hand. It was a nice feeling, the way the hands caressed and stroked every strand and tuft of hair. I frowned as the hand disappeared. Could it of been Jungkook? He's the only one who's in the house besides me. Why would he stroke my hair though? He wasn't capable of performing kind gestures like that. My frown deepened when I thought about how his personality had completely changed when he was with Jimin, Minjae and Jin. Was he putting up a false personality for them or for me? My eyes opened wearily searching for anything that would tell me that Jungkook was here.
I glanced around, I was still in the room I had collapsed in before. I shuddered at the memory of the vibrator Jungkook had put in me. Groggily my hands made their way to the side of me and pushed me up into the air. Ignoring the pain in my back I stood up fully and slowly made my way towards the kitchen. I was met with Jungkook drinking a coffee with creased brows and a frown on his distraught face as he was reading something on his tablet. Upon hearing my footsteps he looked up at me judgingly before he spoke. "Since I punished you yesterday I'll let you off the hook, in the mornings you need to make me breakfast. Do I make myself clear when I say do not make me wait for breakfast every morning?" He glared at me intensely his eyes darkening. Weakly I nodded in understanding and in return a small smile broke onto his face. " Good, I wake up at 6:30 every day. There's cereal in the top cupboard now go make yourself some food," he finished before continuing his reading session on his laptop.
I rolled my eyes discreetly at his behaviour before my hand opened the top cupboard and searched for cereal. I smiled as I saw my favourite type of cereal and grasped it and a clean bowl and poured it into the bowl. I added milk I had found in the fridge before dunking my spoon in and devouring the food like I hadn't eaten for days. I felt a gaze on mine and briefly glanced at Jungkook who was observing me. A shiver ran down my spine.
After finishing I hurriedly ran upstairs and got myself changed after brushing my teeth and washing my face. I glanced at the outfit, it was nothing posh. Afterall it was clothes to wear at this house, I had chosen a white top and black leggings. I didn't need to look fashionable or anything. I grinned and began to explore the house. Maybe I could find a possible way to escape.
As I walked quietly away from the bathroom I was met with several doors. To my dismay, multiple doors were locked. I frowned as my hand tugged another shiny handle that mocked me as it didn't open. I blew the hair from my forehead exasperatedly. The hair wasn't even annoying me. I sighed as I turned around and tried the next door in front of me. A small frown adorned my face as the door didn't budge. I sighed and tugged at the handle again to ascertain it wasn't going to open before leaving. My face contorted in surprise and victory as the handle turned 45 degrees and squeaked and the door swung open.
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I was met with a library with a study and a seating area. My face lit up in awe as I stared at a number of books there was on the top and bottom floor. Quietly I shut the door and eagerly walked up the black ladder. I stared at the books and breathed in the nostalgic smell of old books. I loved that smell, it reminded me of childhood memories at my mom's old house. I smiled as my mind went down memory lane. The smell of baker Woozi's fresh bread and baking pain du Chocolat and the swinging sounds of the swings flying high in the air with children perched on them screaming and giggling in delight, the friendly smiles from the hair dresser's who would always give me hair dye when I needed it and give me free hair appointments. The barking of the dogs staring intensely into each other's eyes before their fight stopped and they licked each other's faces. Lastly the memory of home, true home where mum would be smiling and glancing at my fondly before offering to play games with me.
