~HONEY SWEETS~

6- Cheesecake

Ahhhhhh..... I'm baaaaack! Things are going to get serious (kinda?) soon, so enjoy the fluff before the angst and stress. Also, do you think I put to much author notes? You can tell me your opinion cuz' I know I do talk and rant a bit too much lol. But anyways this bitch is on holiday, so that means no schooooool! Finafuckingly! So this bitch is gonna spoil you for your (fashionably) late Christmas present!
Enjoy!

The bars were dripping wet from the rain, after 3 times of nearly slipping and cracking his head open he finally made it to the other side, falling unceremoniously on his butt. All this for dinner that's gonna be ruined, plus my tail hurts. He pouted and looked at the window he left open on the second floor, his makeshift rope was still tied up there. He looked around, nobody was here, the garden was normal as always.

He considers all his chances and bit his lips with his injuries trying to climb to the second floor would be a suicide mission. He would also probably slip and break his back if he tried to climb it anyways. He looked around and approached the first floor windows: only one was open. He would have to get in it somehow, he just needed to be quiet

He threw his groceries on the other side and tried desperately to get in. He landed, again, on his butt with a loud noise. So much for being quiet. He was in a dimly light hallway with a fluffy red carpet. He was soaked from head to toe and the dried blood on his face makes him feel he just went on a murdering spree. After checking around for people he picked up the grocery bag and started walking leaving a wet trail behind him.

He looked around every corner listening to any sound he could pick up, even though the angry rain outside was muffling most of them. Five minutes later, after a lot of walking he turned another corner, he sighed in relief and stress when he saw the door leading to the living room. He opened it and peaked inside, there he heard a very angry voice rambling. He recognized Yoongi's deep voice instantly.

"What do you mean he disappeared?" his master's voice was cold with a hint of worry in it. He gulped.
"W-we thought he was sleeping in his room b-but when I took the spare key to open it. H-he disappeared leaving only the window open."
another voice echoed, more frightened and scared. Probably one of the maids.
"Just go if you don't have anything more say." his master spoke

He heard the scrambling footsteps of the maid getting away leaving him alone with his master. After a long silence he peaked to look at his master. His normally neat jet black hair was very messy, his dress shirt was wrinkled and his shoes were dirtied like he ran a lot before arriving here. How am I supposed to approach him?

He finally decided to show himself after a lot of sweating and hesitation.
"M-master?" he asked timidly his pink nose twitching
He looked up and eyed his body, clearly noticing his bloody face and his slightly wobbly right leg. His eyes darkened as he approached Jungkook.
"What happened?" he shivered. Yoongi's voice was dark.

"I-I was outside- shopping... Since I t-thought you were going to come home late and so I-I wanted to cook for you." he said quivering, the end of the phrase was barely audible
"I thought that I said I wanted you to stay in the mansion. You can't even follow simple instructions! Forget about the food and go patch yourself up. I'm disappointed" that was the last thing he sad before turning heels to leave

A bitter feeling stayed in his mouth and his stomach churned. His master was never this cold with him. He started shaking, not only because he was wet. Does that mean he despises me now? This isn't fair! I only wanted to make him happy... Was his feelings for me a lie then? Is going to throw me away after using me, just like them before? No please master, don't leave! Don't leave me alone! He silently pleaded, words stuck in his painfully dry throat.