D E S P E R A D O

eleven

~Just fucking go, we don't need you anymore!~

~Please Pa! I don't want to go, please.~

Jungkook takes a step back from the men walking out from the vehicle. He didn't know them, he didn't know any of them. He felt so scared, so vulnerable. He didn't want to leave his family. He didn't want to go.

~It's going to be fine, we won't hurt you. You'll be okay.~ the men try to coax him.

They had black suits and black masks on. His mother always taught him about stranger danger. Even if it was his father that was trying to send him away, he wasn't going. He couldn't do it. He can't. Jungkook turns around and runs, but alas he didn't even get past a few meters before tripping and falling.

~ Useless piece of shit! You can't do anything right!~ he hears his father spat.

He turns around to see his own father raising a bat right at him. This was the end, he was going to get beat to death by his own father. He just wanted to be with his mother and little sister, just like any child should be. A flash of his old man's face and the sound of a gunshot.

That was the last thing he hears before waking up in cold sweat again. He looks around in a hazy state and recalls where he is. 

"Bad dream?" 

Jungkook whips his head sideways to see none other than Jimin sitting leisurely on a chair, staring at him. The audacity of this man.

"None of your business," Jungkook grumbles and rubs his face.

"Okay." Jimin shrugs.

When he looks away he sees a plate of toast sitting at the end of the cell. The smell was luxurious, it reminded him of how hungry he was.

"What is that?" he questions.

"Toast."

"I thought you would feed me something that looked like shit," 

Jimin gets up from his chair and walks closer. "Oh but then it would be easier for you to starve yourself, wouldn't it?" Jimin smirks and crouches down to take a closer look at Jungkook.

"I'm never gonna eat your food." he spits.

"You can say that now, but sooner or later we'll find your favorite delicacy and you won't be able to resist darling." 

It was true. Jungkook's stomach was already craving for food, it won't be long until he would give in. But he doesn't give Jimin the satisfaction of seeing Jungkook eat something. So he simply glares at the man.

"You know the last time somebody stared at me like that we didn't get out of bed for a week," Jimin adds nonchalantly. 

It takes almost all of Jungkook's willpower not to choke on air. "Cute bravado. It won't save you."

"You're blushing." 

"Why are you keeping me here?" he changes the topic.

Jimin takes a breath. "Torture."

"I'm never going to co-operate. I'll escape-"

"And where will you go?" Jimin cuts him off.

"I-"

"You know what?" he takes out a key from his pocket and begins to unlock the cell. "Get out." 

"What?"

"You heard me. Leave." Jungkook doesn't need him to repeat himself. He stands up and makes his way out. "Oh and don't even think about coming back."