He jerks awake, not feeling her heat beside him. He jumps up, looking around for her. He hears yelling coming from the hallway. He runs out, looking around for her. He follows the yelling around a corner and gasps at the sight before him.
Namjoon had her pinned up against the wall by her waist and was yelling at her, "Why did you do this?! For one, I told you to stay away from him, and second, don't do that to yourself. Do you hear me? I said do you hear me!?"
She nods, crying. He pulls her into him forcefully and that's when Jungkook sees the blood dripping from her wrists. He's about to say something, when Namjoon suddenly stands up and pulls her into the girl's bathroom, mumbling, "Let's get you cleaned up. We can't have you walking around like that, especially with us. They'll think something's up, obviously since we've hurt people before."
Jungkook tiptoes over to the bathroom door and listens closely. He hears Namjoon's muffled voice.
"Why can't you listen? It seems like everytime I say something, you do the exact opposite. Do you like making me mad? Do you get some thrill from it or something? I tell you to stay away from him, yet you're sleeping with him. It seems like you don't understand how dangerous we can be. Jungkook goes through girls like you every week. He used to not be like that, but after it happened..."
Her voice is small, "What happened?"
Jungkook hears a slight smack, then a growl, "Don't ever ask about that. You just.. bring back some memories, that's all. He'll tell you when he's ready, just.. not right now." He quickly changes the subject, "Jungkook, he isn't right in the head. None of us are, really, but he's ever more unstable, because he's bipolar. I just don't want him hurting you. He might say he won't but he's hurt little girls before. Remember, we're a gang. We deal with brats like you all the time and he won't hesitate to kill you. I've seen him kill a five year old with his own bare hands, just because she watched him kill a client. It might be mean or childish to think like that but it's happened before. That's how Jimin's brother got thrown in jail. A little five year old. He's been there for the past year. Just because of a little-"
Jungkook hears her exclaim, "O-Ow, that's too tight, Dad- I-I mean N-Namjoon."
Jungkook's hand clenches unconsciously as he hears the words fall from her lips. He could almost feel the smirk forming on Namjoon's lips as he barely discerns a whisper, "Why don't you call me that more often, huh?"
She whispers back, "W-Why?"
Jungkook hears giggling and a growl, "Because I said so. Got that?"
He doesn't hear anything for a second, and then Namjoon's voice in an oddly soothing but dark sound, "Use your words, baby."
"Y-Yes."
"Yes what, hunny?"
"Yes, Nam-"
"Yes what, babygirl?" Jungkook resists the urge to just storm in there and beat him to a pulp, as he hears her,
"Yes.. Daddy..."
He quickly backs away and bolts into the men's restroom as they come out of the room. Namjoon's voice slowly fades away as Jungkook's phone suddenly chimes.
He whips out his phone quickly and reads the text:
Joonie🔥: 9:47 AM - Hey you comin? We're waiting for you
Kookie💪: Yea comin. Had to pee
He shoves his phone in his back pocket, quickly grabbing his jacket and heading out the door. He gets in the van, beside her, and looks over at her wrists, trying not to look suspicious.
Her wrists are wrapped in white gauze strips, barely covered by Jimin's long-sleeved shirt she was forced to wear.
Jungkook soon sees the sleeves dabbed with blood from where it seeped through and Jimin's eyes look pained whenever he looks at his bloody shirt. The poor black and white striped shirt. Bloody now.
The van starts up and the phone she does have goes off. She reads the message:
Namjoon: hey what phone do you want?
Me: OMG we're in the same car. Why can't you just turn around and speak like a normal person?
Namjoon: I was trying to make it easier so you didn't have to talk..
Me: oh. Idk what phone I want you pick for me
Namjoon: k
She sighs and drops her phone in her lap. Jungkook quickly grabs her phone. She jerks up and yells, her voice cracking, "H-Hey! Give it back!"
He giggles and deftly types in his phone number, then types in hers in his phone. He drops her phone in her lap, lingering a little too long over her thighs.
She blushes but manages to glare at him. His smile drops and he pinches her inner thigh. She bites her lip to keep from crying out, and rubs over the spot.
He looks at her, thoughts running through his head of how he could get her alone at the mall. She'll probably have to go to the bathroom at one point, so he could 'talk' to her then.
He didn't realize he was smiling until Jimin asked him if he was OK. He nods and looks at Rose again. She's just sitting with her head back, her eyes closed.
He decides to test if she's really sleeping, so he slowly pecks her lips, keeping his eyes on her.
She doesn't move. That's strange. He frowns and pulls back, watching her face. That's when he notices the dark red blush covering her cheeks. She's not sleeping, she's just faking. He smirks.
And she let him kiss her. Maybe she's scared of him. He takes that as a good sign. She lays her head on Taehyung's shoulder, burying her face in it, hiding her embarrassment.
Taehyung giggles and pats her head softly, making sure to not wake her up. It's then not long before they make it to the mall. Jungkook grabs onto her shoulder and shakes her slightly. He whispers, "Get up."
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FanfictionRose lost her family at only 10 years old. She's now 14. She was immigrated to Korea to be put into an orphanage. She hardly ever talks, so when she does, you're pretty special. What happens when she's adopted by a man who she isn't interested in g...
