Out of seemingly nowhere, 2 people barged in through the door. Standing on either side of the opening stood people in black suits and ties. Fancy. The one on the right side of the door stood a super buff dude. On the other, a totally ripped girl, both with black hair to match. Get it Tina Myers! ( I hope someone gets that reference but I doubt it.
Along with the men(and women) in black, followed a mob of people, swarming around with cameras, waiting for something.
Or someone.
Little did I notice, but a long black limo slowly pulled up in front of the tiny shop.
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Loud bangs on my door woke me from my deep slumber.
"Young Park? It is time to arise from your slumber." The old man's voice traveled through my thick wood door and into my worn out ears. My mouth was about to open, yelling back that I was on my way, until a sharp stinging burning pain enveloped my entire body.
"Aghh!" I winced in pain.
"Is everything alright in there?" The voice behind the door concerning questioned.
"Y-yes! Just tired is all, sir." I managed to holler back.
"Breakfast will be served in ten minutes, sir."
"Thank you," I yelled back. The butler's footsteps went further and further away from the door, quickly fading away. I stared up at the ceiling, clean and white, not long before realizing not leaving this room at all today was not an option.
I lifted myself up, hearing the crunch of the bloody dried towels, dreading every single step. Walking into my washroom, I grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet. The sound of rushing water from the sink I had turned on brought me to ease.
My hand brought the crisp cloth into the water, soaking it for me to ring out. My arms and legs were covered and stained with peeling and dried blood. What a sight. When the damp cloth came in contact with my skin, it was a mix of sensations. Pain overwhelming my limbs. Yet happiness that I was still in pain.
"Aish!" I whisper yelled at myself. The pain was almost unbearable,
but at the same time not new or comparable to the pain of crying in front of him. In front of Jungkook.
After wiping off my seemingly never-ending wounds, the real work began. Wrapping the clean crisp white bandages wrapped themselves around my arms and legs, keeping the blood from seeping through.
Please Jungkook. Please do not think bad of me.
A/N
It's been too long and the chapter isn't the best, sorry. T^T
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