INSANE: (A Yoongi Fanfic)

Chapter 42: Shadows (Part 3)

JUNGKOOK'S POV

"Jungkook!" I heard someone called onto me. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at the confused man in front of me.

"You okay?" Jongin asked, eyebrows raised.

"Ahh, ne Master Jongin." I bowed before standing again to look at him. "Is there anything you wanted Sir?" I asked.

"Well I was about to ask you to wake (Y/n) up. My meeting with the Jung's will start two hours from now, so I needed you to bring her to the dining table for breakfast so we can eat together before I go." He replied. I nodded and turned my back to retrieve (Y/n) from her bedroom.

"Wait." I stopped from my tracks and looked back at him. "Say Jungkook, you know this is all just an act right? You, being her friend is part of your mission to lure her in." He asked.

"Yes Sir." I said simply.

"Then I wouldn't have to worry and think that you've been too attached to be in her company, or should I?" His eyes gave me a sharp gaze, something that he hadn't given me before. I looked at him in the eye, not affected by the heated gaze.

"I don't think that would be possible. She's nothing to me." I stated blankly. He seemed satisfied by my answer and nodded.

"Very well. Now go do your work." He commanded, immediately I turned back and made my way upstairs, onto (Y/n)'s room.

I knocked three times, but heard no reply. I turned the knob, looked inside and saw her peacefully asleep on the bed. I approached her slowly and sat on the bedside.

"Wake up."

She slowly opened her eyes only to meet mine, I could see how her eyes show hate at the sight of me. She jolted up from her position and completely pulled hersef away from me. The sound of the chains entered my ears making me glance at her feet, I quickly looked back at her and told her the reason why I'm here.

"The boss ordered me to fetch you to eat breakfast with him." I spoke, not at all friendly. My voice sounded bland, no emotion is caught on my voice.

She scoffed and looked away from me, she looked even more frustrated at my reason.

"Like I would agree." She spat. I can tell she hated my presence, but there's no other way.

"I'm not asking." I told her. I reached down to her feet and unchained them, but was caught off guard at her sudden attempt.

Everything happened so fast that she was able to tug on my arm with her left hand and picked up the vase with her right. She rolled us around on the bed, so that she was able to straddle my waist and hit the vase at the side of the table near it so it created a sharp object and pointed it my way.

I was shocked, but I was more than impressed by her agility. I never thought she had it in her. She lifted the broken vase was ready to stab me.

My mind flashed back to the times we've spent together. The time when we met at campus, the times whenwe tease each other like a bunch of kids,the same angelic smile she wore from when I first met her. My eyes looked at her face and saw that not much changed, she's still the same girl. But this time she looked a lot stronger without taking out her angelic form.

I don't know why but the thought that screamed in my head says: 'Do it!' I almost want to tell it to her face. But then I suddenly remember that it is not my place to speak towards her after all I did. I turned back to my expressionless facadé.

She was about to stab me but I quickly caught her hand and forcefully snatched the broken object in her hands before throwing it on the floor. I stared at her face as I saw her let out a tear or two, dropping at my cheeks.