DANGEROUSLY| J.JK FF

"Not fair"

Rose:" Mom, she keeps stealing my stuff!!"

Y/N:" No I'm not!"

Mom:" Alright ENOUGH ALREADY!!!"
She slams her hands on the dinner table, giving us both a death glare.

Rose:" But mom, it's not fair!! She always steals my stuff right under my nose!!"

I try to speak, but my mom speaks before I do.

Mom:" Alright then. Y/n, I do not want to see you taking stuff from Rose, alright?"

Y/N:" But I didn't do-"

Mom:" Have I made myself clear?"

Y/N:" Yes."

Rose looks at me with a smirk. I want to take it right off her face by punching her. I want to, but I can't.

I feel like crying. Ever since my mom married my new "dad" things have turned into shit. Rose hates it that her dad always puts me first, and not her. I understand her, it's just that she'll never listen to me.

NEVER WILL.

NEVER HAS.

Y/N:" Whatever. I'm going to bed. GOODNIGHT."

I quickly run, my eyes on the verge of tears. Rose always gets it her way. Yet she calls that it's
"Not fair".

I slam my door shut ad lock it, crying. I slump on the door, always asking that one question every single day.

"Why me? Why am I always blamed? Why do I even live in this house? Why? Why? Why?"

I sob, crying and banging my head on the wall.

Y/N:" I'm so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!!"

I hear a knock on the door.

Mom...

Before she can even say anything I yell.

Y/N:" GO AWAY!! I DONT WANT TO SEE YOU. YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE ME!! GO AWAY AND DONT BOTHER ME!!"

I hear my mom gasp. She's never heard me yell at her before. Ever. She didn't respond back. I know she wouldn't. A while later she leaves. I hear her footsteps disappear down the hall. I slump on the wall, exhausted. I felt too weak and tired to lay on my bed.
I sit there, my eyes starting to close. I sleep. Finally.

Jungkook's POV
She sits there, sleeping. Her head against the wall, blood dripping down from her forehead.

I wanted so badly to lick it, her blood tasting so sweet on my tongue. I need to resist.

But I couldn't help it.

I rush over to her, getting out of my hiding spot. I put my finger on her forehead, blood dripping down my finger. I taste. She tasted so sweet. I wanted more, but I knew already that I'll kill her, if I go too far. I return back to my hiding spot, the morning sun rising.