Sour // ( J.J.) (discontinued)

5/ someones arms

   You were shoving chicken nuggets down your throat like crazy, even though there was only 3. You practically swallowed them whole. Jungkook told you to stop or "you're going to choke". Obviously, You didn't care. The starvation you were experiencing was crazy.

     He sighed and waited for you to finish before talking with you again.
    When you were done, he spoke, "look miss famous pants, I can sense trouble on you. I'll give you some cash which i'm damn sure you don't need. But after that I never want to see you again, got it?"

    You looked down, thinking. Did you even want his help? What if you NEED help? What if...they come for you? What if someone finds Kais body? What if the police do a search for you? Who's taking over your dads business? What if someone reports seeing you?
    All these questions were racing through your head, you just sat there in silence.

       "Okay. I don't need your help, or your money." You said, bitterly. Jungkook scooted back in his chair, playing with the pockets on the side of his pants. "All I need you to do is never tell anyone about this." You said in a serious tone. He nodded slowly, looking into your eyes.
     "Thank you." You say politely before getting up slowly, balancing on your good leg. You didn't give the man another look before hopping away, back into the woods.

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« Jungkook POV»

  
   I watched her limp and hop away from our table, struggling. Did I want to help her? No. I didn't even want to buy her food.

     The sky was completely dark now, so I decided to head home.

                   Should I tell my hyungs?

     I decided it would just be best if i never spoke of this again, and just forgot about it. Just how (Y/N) told me to do.

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You were limping around the village again, it seemed to be very very late at night. Your stomach was starting to rumble again, so you decided to look around for food scraps. You approached a restaurant that was light green, with huge windows in the front. the doors were a pastel yellow and the roof was light brown, painted in beautiful designs.

Quietly, you tip toed into the restaurant. You noticed how there was food sitting on the shelf which was perfect. Before snatching the pie sitting on the counter, you looked around to see if anyone was there.

You thought nobody was.

Without thinking you grabbed the pie with shakey hands. As you stood up quickly, pie in hand, you felt a hand grab the back of your shirt. You froze and felt your heart go into your stomach. "Put that back or i'm calling the police." The man said, pulling you back into the store.
Your dumb self could have sat the pie down and ran away, but no. You kicked at the man with your good leg, stomping on his feet. He didn't flinch which horrified you. "Put. It. Back."

You began elbowing him, trying to get his grip on you to loosen. "N-no!" You shouted, throwing your body away from him. You felt a cold blade press against your back, making you freeze up once more.
"Nothings for free, you're going to have to pay," He said with a chuckle, digging the knife into your back.

You screamed at the top of your lungs as the knife went deeper into your flesh.
    He dropped you, letting you fall to the ground. He appeared to be in his late 30's. He had a kind face, but his eyes showed something else. Stabbing people, especially children, for stealing? Is not kind.

              "Get out before I shoot you."

   You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the pain in your broken leg. Tightly, you held onto your stomach wound, feeling all the blood spill out of your body. Without looking back you hopped out of the restaurant without the pie.

          You were afraid, hurt, cold, hungry.

     Without trying to resist it, tears began pouring out of your eyes. You collapse to the ground, crying in pain. The village streets were deserted. There was nobody to help you. You began crawling on the path, still sobbing.
     You were about to give up. Just lay there, and die over night from bleeding out. While crawling you heard a sound. The sound was happy, cheerful, it was people laughing. You followed the sound like a dog, now getting up on your one good foot.

     You approached a light pink and brown shop, with tinier windows than the other places. There was steps leading up to the glass door, along with light red flowers. The building seemed to be around two or three stories high.

     You walked up to the door and knocked on it with the little bit of strength left in you. The laughing stopped. You stood there, desperate.
               
    'someone? please. help me.' You repeated in your head, over and over again. The hot tears came pouring even more than before. You wanted all of this to be a bad dream, once you just lay down in a bed, you'll wake up. Everything will be back to normal. No more begging for food, getting stabbed, running.

         You looked at your hands, covered in blood. Thats when the pain and shock hit you from your wound, it was so sudden. You felt a wave of panic hit you, like you couldn't breath or move. Just as the door to the building opened, you collapsed into someones arms.