He found me Jungkook ×readers

Chapter 3: Drunk

Y/n pov: I woke up with the worst headache on the face of the earth. My body ached as if I was used as a punching bag. I sat up on the bed, it was comfy but not familiar since I have been sleeping outside for the past 6 months. "Where the hell am I," I said as I massaged my temple as if my headache would magically disappear. I looked down and realized I was only wearing a big shirt. I normally sleep like this, but I am in a random person bed, so I was perplexed as to why I am not wearing any underwear.

My brain was already hurting, so I tried to keep my cool but I notice on the other side of the bed it was ruffled as if someone else was sleeping there and on top of the covers there was a weird looking rapper that was opened. I picked it up and read it to myself, I coughed out every bit of sanity left in my body. The open rapper was a condom. My soul left my body leaving my brain behind to figure this out by itself. "What did I do last night? Is that why my body is hurting? How did I get here? Why can't I remember what happened? Where are my clothes?" question after question my brain felt like it was on overload. "That only will make your headache worst relax, for now, I will bring you some pills and lunch" I turned my head to see a lady standing by the door. She was dressed in a maid uniform, not the skimpy ones. "Ms. can you tell me where I am? I cannot seem to remember what happened to me". "You are in the Bangtan mansion," she said while placing some clothes in drawers. "Bangtan?" I asked looking lost? "Oh right you are a foreigner so you most likely don't know this. Bangtan or BTS is a family business that was first controlled by Bang Si-Hyuk the father of the men who bring you here". "Men?" that's when it hit me. I started getting flashbacks of what happened last night. I was beaten by Jungkook he hit me over and over until I could not move and his brothers just stood there and watch. Tears clouded my vision and escaped my eyes but I quickly pushed them away. "I should go I shouldn't be here" I said while getting up out of the bed. My legs went numb and I fell on my ass. My body was in so much pain. "You can't leave you are in no shape to be walking just stay in bed and call me when you need help. A butler will come by with the pills and something for you to eat until dinner is ready. You will eat with the 7 of them tonight. In the meantime, you can watch TV. Just, please stay in bed" her voice sounded shaky like she was afraid of something. "Wait what time is it?". "It's 3:30 in the afternoon, you were hurt pretty badly yesterday, so I cleaned you up and put you to rest. Your bruises should heal in about a week until then you need to stay put," she said while walking to the door without looking at me. She was going to leave but I stopped her. "Wait Ms." She was about to close the door, but she stopped and looked at me." Thank you for helping me". She smiled and left the room.

A few minutes passed, and I was watching a rerun of Looney Tunes. I was laughing so loud that I could be heard all through the house. A knock on my door got me back into a realization of where I am. "It's the butler, I have your food," the person on the other side of the door said. His voice was deep almost scaring me." Come in" I said in a low tone afraid of whoever would come through that door. The door opened and a tall man came in he was wearing a white button-down shirt and black pants. He brought in the tray and set it down on the light post next to me. He didn't look at me but I could sense something was wrong. Why was everyone so nervous when they come here. "Thank you," I told him before he walked out the door. "No problem," he said while quickly exiting. He was really cute but I know he is in his 20s. I sat up and ate the fruits he gave me and took my pill while I watched TV.

4hrs passed and I started to get bored my headache went away instantly after I took the pill it was like magic. There was 10 min until 8 pm and I started to get sleepy. I was able to walk but my body did hurt a little when I did. I walked to the bathroom across the room and went to take a shower. I took a while so when I got out it was 20 minutes past 8. I lotion myself because my skin was feeling and looking dried like crispy bacon.

The room was still empty, so I walked around in a towel for a while looking through the person's stuff trying to figure out whose room I was in. The person had no pictures, not of themselves or anyone. I walked to the bookshelf and started looking through books. I don't even know why I did, I don't like to read, but I pulled out this one book that piqued my interest. The title was "Through the night" by Augustine Dowby next thing you know the bookcase opened. I almost had a heart attack the way it opened without no warning. It leads to a dark room, but I was too scared to go in. So I quickly closed it and put the book back.