(this may end with 30/36 chapters)
Jennie's POV:
"Pretty da-. "Alright alright, i get it already okay? Stop repeating yourself it's annoyingly," i told him, folding my arms as I back away. "Oh?" He looks at me confusedly, tilting his head with a pout. "What?" I ask walking away from him, still have my arms folded to my non-existing chest.
I headed inside the house, to see Yana laying down at the couch. Her body moving up and down in a fast pace, her sobbing made me roll my eyes automatically.
I made my way to the kitchen and to the sink, carefully washing my bruised knuckles, the stinging made me somehow feel relief. No matter how many times I have hurt myself, I always feel relief after time and I don't know why. Is it because I'm used to it? Or is it because.. "ow! Hey!" Instead of feeling the texture of water pouring over my knuckles, the stinging got hotter and little bit of cold. "JUNGKOOK!" I screamed, my eyes going a little bit teary as he drop the bottle of alcohol spray and make his way upstairs. Oh how childish will he ever get?
Seriously, this guy is getting in my nerves. These past few days, he has been pulling numerous pranks on me and I ain't even finding them even funny anymore. At first, of course, but then it starts getting out of hand well at my point of my view, not sure of his though.
Opening a small cabinet above the sink just to find no bandages, I immediately start having an argument at myself, to be clearly honest. I shouldn't have done that, to Yana, cause unlikely from my other incidents from before I could clearly tell this is much worse. The stinging really hurts and bleeding just won't stop, "damn it's not like this is how I'm going to die anyways so...why am I panicking?" I told myself with a smirk, who would've thought my disciplining would actually backfire.
"Need help?" An intense aura from behind me spoken, not bother to turn around I shook my head, refusing. Who needs help to a guy who literally ruin everything, I mean alcohol spray yeah sure but he should've at least warn me that he's going to drown my knuckles with it "Oh come on, it's not that bad-. Slapping Jungkook by using the back of my bloody hand, the stinging tightens and an electric shock came striking inside me. Ugh the shivers are real. "Yeah...definitely not THAT bad," I hiss with a glare.
A guy like him belongs to the streets. Literally I'm that pissed off right now, I feel like exploding this house and bringing his ass and Yana's with me. We three gon go to hell.
"And what exactly are you doing?" I ask, confused as I wash my hand again. The sounds of the cabinets opening one by one, he looks at me then "you know...i haven't exactly seen you enjoy a meal ever," he briefly said, his hands wandering around, his expressions already basing off what he's feeling right now. Confused and Guilt. I cleared my throat, "oh yeah? How so?"
He shrugged his shoulders before standing up on his feet, "what do you mean...." I shrug my shoulders the same like he did, holding some bandages on his hands he came towards me and chuckle. "I don't know..at all.." he mumble, but I heard it, this boy told me he hasn't exactly saw me enjoy a single meal. I ask how so and yet he doesn't know what to say but to shrug his masculine shoulders.
Wait did I just compliment him? "You're weird Jungkook..." i laugh, he gesture me to my hand to him and I did. We both wash my hand again, drying it off slight, I notice how he is suddenly all quiet. All I could hear from him is his breathing, which...is..hot hot..but yeah you get what I mean.
(Time skip. I don't know what to do next here)
Thanking someone, saying 'I love you', and eating is not my thing at all. Almost half of the meals here aren't really enjoyable, but I guess you could say that I like Mrs. Jeon's cooking but her food I guess it could be bearable but not my type. Well it's like I have one.
Instead of eating, I prefer drinking. Not in a bad way, I drink a lot of coffee..maybe 7 times a day you could say how much I daily drink. To be honest it depends on my mood, "it's done!" Jungkook cheered, looking at my bandaged knuckles..I gotta say he's not bad after all when it comes to injuries or wounds. "Now, tell me how so?" Thinking he got away with it I ask him, "how so...what?" He asks, looking away I smirked behind his back, "playing that card huh? You know what I mean," I told him.
"Whatever, I'm just noticing things clearly lately. Like how Mrs. Kim's smiling then quickly to disappear, Yana been off these past few days, Mr. Kim seem more serious lately and now I also start to notice your relationship with..food.." he shrugged his shoulders again, my smirk widen.
Oh so we have an observant brat in the house. Interesting, well we're in trouble.
My relationship with food is not really a problem of mine. I just grew with it as a hobby back then, well I don't know what now. Maybe it really is a problem after all. "Jennie," he called, "what?"
"Why?"
"I don't know, I just don't like eating. I don't see the point of it at all,"
"But eating what keeps us alive,"
"I'm still alive. As you can see,"
He rolled his eyes and I click my tongue above. Making a sound of 'tch' before walking away, "oh wow so your not thanking me at all?" He yelled, but not loud enough for Yana to put her nose in the business. "I don't like thanking people, that's for sure, but I owe you one," I yelled back heading upstairs to where my room is at.
I have problems with people back then. I don't like talking nor making friends, making results of me getting bullied. On the restroom is where I sat down at the toilet and eat my turkey sandwich, not much as you can see but it gets hard everyday knowing these bunch of girls keeps visiting me, kicking the door, calling me names and yelling for me to get out.
School is hell for me. I even hate the teachers back then that I just intend to talk back and still won't give a fuck if I get suspended. My hatred for people grew as I get older, heck I didn't even expect food will be it also.
I have a bad lifestyle, I'll admit that for sure. But it's all connected because of what happened to me at the past, somehow I can't let go easily. And I'm planning soon to end it all in one punch, I just don't know where to start. "Jennie," he called, standing beside me at the last stair I'm at. "You're spacing out," he pointed. "I'm fine," I mumble before taking it last.
"That's what you said,"
My eyes widen, "excuse me?"
"You're such a good liar, but i could see you through like glass,"
Sometimes I wonder. What if Jungkook is the person who will tend to change myself with me. But everyday, the wall between us both grew thick and tall. Our closure slowly disappearing in the air...I sigh...maybe not.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, you're so easy to read yet so hard to change," he smirked.
"Ew don't use that sentence,"
"Why? Is it because you also see that on Yana?"
My amusement detonate. This brat...I don't even know who he is anymore, could he read my mind or is it just me?
"Exactly, now may I excuse myself,"
He sighed loudly. "Oh so you're now going to cry in your bed and remember everything you have done wrong...let me know if you need something,"
Brat. Seriously, brats are brats huh?
