the good guy J.JK

ch.29

whenever jungkook goes to school I look around for an escape, but lately, I haven't been.

I've been patiently waiting for a miracle to happen or, I've accepted that I am his.

while I'm in the middle of all this thinking the bedroom door opens and in comes jungkook.

"have you eaten?" he asks.

I shake my head no and start to play with the blanket.

he stalks towards the bed, sitting down his book bag on the way.

"are you hungry?"

I look up at him and nod my head yes. he nods with and smiles.

"well. lately, you've been more excepting to the fact that your mine, so I've decided to take you for a walk"

I'm a dog. he basically said it himself 'i've decided to take you for a walk'. now I just need a colar.

"so get dressed"

I get up and run to the closet to get clothes on. I haven't been outside in so long it feels like the inside is my world. he's the only person I ever see anymore. I used to see people every day. I saw my brother every day. I saw my mom sometimes. I saw people at school and at the convenience store, but now all I see is him.

"Are you done yet?"I hear from the other side of the closet.

I look down at myself to be in the clothes I was in before. I quickly grab a pair of pants and a shirt from his side, then the door swings open and in came jungkook.

"what the fuck are you doing in here?" he says as he grabs my upper arm.

I look at the clothes in my hand and back up at him and he sighs and let's go of my arm.

"not those," he says."I want you in a dress"

he walked to my dresses and picks out one. it's body con, stops at my knees, black and long-sleeved.

"come here"

I walk towards him and stand there. waiting for him to move.

he grabs the hem of my shirt and yanks it up to which I try to yank back down only to earn a slap to my cheek.

"you dumb whore, I'm helping you put on the dress"

"i-i can do it myself"

he sighs keeping eye contact with me.

"Y/N. I don't care if you can do it yourself" he says. "I want to do it and your gonna let me"

it's like we're arguing over a fucking toy. we're children.

his hand grabs my shirt again, pulling it up and over my head, then he pulled down my shorts.

"See, that wasn't bad" he says."now lift up your arms"

I do as he says and lift my arms. he pulls the dress over my arms then my head.

"see? gorgeous. now put on those heels" he points to some black heels. nothing special about them.

now I'm all dressed up like his barbie doll. he even did it himself.

"what about you?"I ask

he chuckles then grabs a suit from his side of the closet.

"where are we going?"

"to meet my parents and the rules are as follows" he says as he begins to change.

"number one. no talking about your life here"

"number two. you stay by my side"

"number three. what I say goes, no changing the story"

and as he ties his tie he steps closer.

"and number four. no escaping"

"or what?"I ask.

"you'll just have to find out"

then he pulls on the suit jacket and we well out of the closet and downstairs.

he opens the front door for us to walk out, holding my hand the whole time to the limo-like in a child.

I'm meeting his parents? what for?