the two broken boys.

Chapter Ten.

I walked slowly up the stairs, my hand gliding over the railing. I looked at the walls, smiling at the number of paintings scattered on them. They were all very pretty. I didn't expect Jungkook to like art so much. He just didn't seem like the type of guy. The thought of him liking art made me happy. Maybe because I was interested in photography, and they were somewhat similar.

"Maybe he could paint something for me one day," I muttered to myself. "Wait, what? Taehyung, this guy kidnapped you! You have to escape!" I smacked my forehead and looked down the stairs. Jungkook was still in the kitchen, peacefully washing dishes. I sighed and continued to walk around.

I got to the second story and looked down the hallway. There were four doors. I recognized one. It was the room he had put me in earlier. His room. I walked to the door nearest to his room and gently turned the knob. To my surprise, it was unlocked. I pushed it open and stared. It was another bedroom, but this one was all gray. There were no decorations. It was just a bed, a closet, and a chair. And a room to the bathroom. 

I felt uncomfortable looking at that room, so I closed the door and continued to the next door. I opened this door and peeked in. This room was odd. It was pastel pink and the word "Princess" was spelled out with little wooden letters over the bed. Slowly, I walked in and closed the door quietly behind me. I found the light switch and switched it on. The room was even prettier in the light.

I gently brushed my hand over the wall and found myself humming a song I learned as a child. I stopped at a little table beside her bed. There was a little white box. I picked it up carefully and opened it. There was jewelry in it. Little necklaces and rings and bracelets, and some hair ties. I smiled and closed it, setting it back to where I found it. Obviously, this was a little girl's room. I thought it was adorable.

I walked over to the closet and opened it. It was mostly empty, except for some shirts and a few jeans. But the thing that caught my eye was a little dress. Like something, a princess would wear. I slowly pulled it off the hanger and set it on the bed. I let out a tiny startled gasp at the sight of the dress. It was ripped and extremely dirty. I touched it and immediately drew my hand away. It felt weird touching it. Like I wasn't supposed to.

I heard some footsteps coming up the stairs, and I quickly hung up the dress, turned off the light and closed the door. I met Jungkook at the top of the steps. He looked at me suspiciously. "Like the house?" He said slowly and I nodded. "What rooms did you go into?" He looked down the hallway. "Oh, I didn't go into any rooms. I just looked at the paintings." He glared at me for a few seconds and I held back the urge to bite my lip. He eventually relaxed and nodded.

He opened the door to his room and stood to the side, putting his hand out and signaling for me to walk in. I slowly walked into the room and he walked in behind me. I sat on the bed and stared at him. "Will you ever let me go back to school?" I said, breaking the silence. He looked up at me. He shook his head, and I pouted. "I need an education," I said and crossed my arms. He pinched the bridge of his nose and continued to shake his head. "Jungkook, I have to go to school," I said firmly. "No." Was all I heard. I got up, standing in front of him now. He was taller than me, but I did my best to not look like I was scared. "I'm going to school whether you like it or not. I'll find a way." He let go of his nose and glared at me.

"You're not leaving this fucking house, Taehyung. Not without me." He said and stepped closer. Our chests were touching now, and he was still glaring. I shook my head and shoved him back. "You're going to take me to school. Either that, or I'll find my own way to go." He clenched his jaw. "Taehyung, stop. You're getting me angry." I smirked slightly. I don't know why, but I wanted to make him angry. "You think I give a fuck? I'm going to school and that's final." I crossed my arms and stomped my foot. "You're acting like a brat." He muttered and I glared at him.

"Excuse me? Do you want to say that again?" I said and stepped closer. "I said you're acting like a brat." He stated again. I hated that fucking word. I hated it so much. My father would call me that. Without thinking, I slapped him. He stepped back a bit and held his cheek. I bit my lip nervously. I wanted to make him angry, but not this angry. He took his hand off his cheek, and a handprint was visible. "D-Don't call me a brat," I said and he walked toward me. "Don't hit me." He spoke lowly. "I won't hit you if you don't call me a brat." He stepped closer and closer until my back hit the wall.

"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want because you're mine. You don't get to hit me, got it?" He said and grabbed my chin. "Let go of me, Jungkook." He only tightened his grip. I was finally fed up. I closed my eyes and spat right on his face. He let out a scream and let me go. Taking my chance, I ran out the door and closed it behind me. I could hear him still screaming. My first instinct was to run to the little girl's room. l dashed in and closed the door.

I heard the other door open and I quickly hid under the little bed. I heard his loud footsteps walking down the hallway. I watched the door from underneath the bed, waiting for it to swing open at any moment. But, it didn't. He didn't come into this room. He came in all the others, but he didn't come into this one. That's what I thought.

The door to the room I was in suddenly swung open. "TAEHYUNG, IF YOU'RE IN THIS FUCKING ROOM, YOU'RE DEAD!" He yelled. I bit my lip and stayed perfectly still. He walked around the room but didn't touch anything. "You can't be in this room! IF YOU'RE IN HERE, GET OUT!" He yelled again. I flinched. This was literally the angriest I've ever seen him. The footsteps stopped. Next thing I know, I see Jungkook's face staring directly at me. He was looking under the bed and he saw me. He laughed. "Found you, baby." He said and grabbed me by my hair. I yelped and he dragged me by my hair down the steps. 

It hurt like a bitch. "L-Let go!" I yelled, but he didn't. He kept dragging me. He opened the door to the basement, and then pulled out a key to open another door. And then I realized where we were going. 

The forbidden room in the basement.