the good guy J.JK

ch.17

"cold"I whisper to myself as I pull my knees closed to my chest. the blanket isn't doing very much justice.

I wonder what tae is doing, or my mom.

what about that girl? I never found out if she was just sick or not.

i think it's Tuesday, but i don't know what time it is. I know jungkook should be back from school soon tho.

my eyes scan the room once again, looking for anything that could pick a lock.

but I don't see anything.

a part of me thinks I should just do what he says, but I don't want too. all I wanna do Is cry.

I can't stop these tears from falling. I can't stop shakeing from the cold and being scared.

I'm completely hopeless.

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it's only about an hour later when I hear some rucus from up stairs.

I hear footsteps across the floor above, then the door knob turning as a light makes its way down the stairs and to my my eyes, causing me too shut them tight.

"maybe I should bring a heater down"I hear a smooth honey voice. jungkook sounds almost completly emotionless.

I wanted respond and get mad, but I was scared and cold, so I didn't move.

he walked closer, crouching down to look at me.

"are you hungry?"he asks, curious and with care.

I shiver a bit, then nod my head yes.

of course I'm hungry, it's been a day since I've eaten.

"alright, what do you want?"

I shrug my shoulders, not careing and not wanting too. this all just need to end.

he lets out a sigh, then pulls me to sit up by my shirt. which is still my school uniform.

he looks at me for a moment, then grand something from his pocket.

my eyes widen at the key hes holding as he yanks my wrist forward, shoving the key into the lock and turning it, then repeating with my other wrist.

once their both of my wrist, he yanks me up by my upper arm, then drags me up the steps.

it's pretty spacious room, I'm geussing it's the living room because of the couchs and the huge flatscreem.

"do you live with your parents?"I ask suddenly, breaking the tense atmosphere.

he looks at me then lets out a laugh as we walk down a hallway full of paintings.

"what are you? fucking stupid? if my parents lived here you wouldn't be here"

I decide not to speak again.

I know it's stupid to try and conversate with this phsycopath after he kidnapped you, but I feel keeping my sanity while I'm here is pretty important. Everytime I talk to him, tho, he says something rude and hurtful. this jungkook is nothing like the jungkook from school.

of course even at school, he had his emotionless moments, like he didn't care, but here he doesn't try to hide it.

like when we talked about suho killing himself, he had a smile and said he deserved it for hurting me, but his eyes held no remorse.

maybe he cares a smidge, but other than that it's all about himself.

my thoughts are cut as I feel his big hand on my back, pushing me forwords.