Witch in the Woods

Chapter: 4

(A/N: Sorry for the late (LATE) update, I was physically unable to upload this chapter. Although I have had it finished and prepared to, point is, it's here now. So, enjoy, and remember...DON'T BE A SILENT READER!)

{Re-edited: 7/12/18}  

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" The angered priest practically screeched at the younger, pure rage etching the lines of his furrowed brow. Jungkook was in real trouble now, Jin never got angry.

Jungkook opted for the silent path, deciding it was his best option for survival. He himself, didn't even know what had happened. Just that some sort of sudden surge of power overcame him. It felt foreign, but also oddly belonging. Like he had never felt something like that, but it wasn't an unwelcome intruder.

"Oh, I see what you're doing, you know staying silent isn't helping your case," Jin tried to make eye contact with the younger. Key word being tried, as it seemed that no matter what way priest contorted his head he couldn't meet the others eyes. After a few tedious moments of the same loop of trying to look at the younger, and the older constantly being avoided. Jin finally had had enough.

He grabbed the youngers chin and jerked it up to meet his own severe gaze, only to be met with teary eyes. Jin's hardened expression softened, his heart strings being yanked out of his own accord. But before he could get even a word out, Jungkook broke. Grabbing onto Jin's shirt and yanking him close, burrowing his head into his chest and finally letting go.

He sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed again. Hot crystal tears that seemed never ending, the poor boy practically flooded with guilt, confusion, and some unknown feeling in his core that he couldn't quite pinpoint. Only adding to the confusion, making his tears of guilt turn to ones of frustration. He hated being lied to, he hated not knowing what was happening, and he hated the fact he didn't know how to fix it. He felt like he was little boy again, helpless and looking for answers he could never receive.

Jin hushed him lightly as he stroked the top of the ravenettes head, the sudden shock of the situation finally blowing over. Jin had never seen Jungkook cry, why would he? He was always a happy kid, always resolved his problems before they even got started. He never got angry, he didn't have any enemies, the whole town practically adored him. He never let his past cloud his mind or control him, and was most certainly was never violent. So, all of this was new to Jin.

When Jungkook finally calmed his sobs down to only slight sniffles and the occasional whimper, Jin finally decided to risk a question.

"Jungkook...hey what's wrong?" He only sniffed in reply, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. His bloodshot eyes directed nothing in particular as his puffy face mirrored that of a lost traveler. 

"Jungkook...why did you attack Miyoung?" Still no response, just silence that stretched on for what felt like an eternity.

Jungkook was too lost in thought to respond, thinking about the answer himself. Why did he attack Miyoung? It was completely unnecessary, he could've just talked it out-

No.

He flinched at the sudden aggressiveness of his own thought, he was starting to seriously question his sanity. He felt as if there was an intruder putting their own thoughts into his head, and trying to cover it up as Jungkooks thoughts. That guest that seemed to have overtaken him not too long ago, suddenly flaring at the thought of the stout women and how her existence just seemed to insult Jungkook.

While Jungkook was busy questioning his lucidity, Jin was getting progressively more worried. He saw the conflict in the youngers mixed eyes, yet he had no idea what was going on in his head. He had fear in his heart, but what scared him was what the fear was directed at. Jungkook's condition, or Jungkook himself.