the good guy J.JK

ch.24

it's my first night in jungkooks big fancy bedroom.

he didn't chain me up this time and oddly enough he didn't say I had to stay in here. I could walk out right now and he probably wouldn't say anything, so he probably has this house on lockdown. I couldn't get out if I tried.

the bed is nice. it's soft and big enough to fit ten people. the design of the whole room is plain. black and white maybe grey. he's a simple guy.

simple is scary to me. if someone had no interest in anything other than simple things then that means they're probably pretty stubborn and eventually get what they want. I might be wrong, but as you can see so far I'm right.

the bedroom door opens and I rise from the bed like a vampire coming out of its coffin.

his eyes land on me and he looks me up and down, then continues to his closet.

I don't know if I should speak to him or not. I want to build trust between us, but anytime I open my mouth to him he beats me down with my own insecurities.

"I guess you can shower first"I hear him say as he walks back out of the closet.

"oh, you can go first," I say.

he chuckles, then points to my shirt, causing me to look down and remember I just murdered somebody a few hours ago.

I push myself off the bed, walking over to the door opposite of the closet, then walk inside.

I instinctively turn to lock the door, but there's no lock.

that's another thing, this bedroom only locks from the outside. I feel like a dog, following his orders and being locked up all day. I wait for him to feed me and sometimes wait for him to tell me when I should bathe. he takes care of me in a not so loving way.

I'm his pet.

I flinch as his arm pokes through the door. "towel" I hear him say as he shakes the large rag in his hand, awaiting me to grab it.

"t-thanks"I say as I grab towel.

then the door shuts again, leaving me alone to think about that moment.

there's a few of those of course. a few caring moments that make me heat up and wonder why. it feels like he's trying to scramble my brain with these different actions. he's hot then cold and sometimes warm. it's all just a game to him.

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after I shower, I peek my head outside of the door and spot jungkook lying on the bed reading a book.

weird, he doesn't seem like the kind of person to read.

my hand grips my towel a bit tighter, keeping it from falling.

"j-jungkook?"

I look up at me an annoyed "what?" leaving his strawberry lips.

I open my mouth to speak, but I gets up and walks over to me instead.

with a smirk on his face he looks at me "clothes?"

I nod my head yes, then watch him turn and walk over to his closet.

I wait a few moments, shifting from one foot to the other than he finally walks out and back over to me.

"I guess I should have told you earlier" he starts as he hands my a silk pajama set. "the right side of the closet is yours, so next time you can just get your clothes beforehand"

"oh, thank you, "I say.

he says nothing and walks back to the bed, so I close the door and slip on the clothes the handed me.

It's a little weird how he knows my underwear size, I don't remember telling him. he knows my waist measurements and everything because these jammies feel like they were made specifically for me.

I step out of the bathroom and scan the room. I spot him standing at his bookshelf looking for another book.

I walk over to the body mirror right beside the bookshelf and look in it at my jammy set.

he turns and looks at me so I look back.

"watch this," he says, then pulls on a book in the middle of the shelf.

I scrunch my eyebrows as I watch his hand pull the bookshelf away from the wall.

"look" he says, so I step in front of him.

"How did you-"I get cut off by his hand on my back, pushing me inside the room with a loud this to the ground.

I look around in the darkroom and spot a light coming from where the mirror would be.

it is the mirror, it's a one-sided mirror.

jungkook stands in front of the mirror with a smirk on his face.

"let's play a game Y/N" he starts. "I invited your brother over for a little study session, of course, we will be in here. if you can be quiet the whole time, he won't get hurt."

my eyes are wide as I watch him crouch down to my eye level, even tho he can't see me he can probably sense me.

"but if I hear the smallest sound from you," he says as he holds up a finger gun to his head. "I'll blow his brains out"

my hand covers my mouth as tears begin to fall from my eyes.

He really is just bored. what kind of fucked-up game is this?