For 16 years, Lisa is living under the name of her twin sister, Reese. She didn't have a name to keep. Reese is not born healthy and as her twin sister, Lisa became the source of her sister's life for years. The only identity that she can keep is be...
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⚠️ Author's Note: I just want to warn everyone that there might be parts of this chapter that aren't suitable for everyone's comfort. I, myself is not comfortable about this part. Reese's Hidden Chapters are too sensitive and disturbing for me, to be honest. Please, read at your owm risk.
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"Ms. Reese, Mr. Jungkook has arrived. And uhm--" I heard Yeji said as she gets inside my gallery room.
"What is it? You can tell me." I said and smiled, putting my paintbrush down.
"Miss Reese, he's-he's drunk."
I gulped hard, gripping on my clothes. "Okay. I'll-- I'll take care of him. You can leave early tonight. Spend the night in your quarters at the back of the garden." I said and she nodded. "Leave immediately, okay? I want you to leave in 10 minutes. Wait for my call before coming back."
She just nodded and smiled at me before leaving. I firmly closed my eyes before getting up from my chair and walk out of the room. My feet drag me downstairs and saw Mr. Kang helping Jungkook get inside.
"Get off me, Mr. Kang. I am not drunk." I heard Jungkook slurred his words and pushed the man away from him. He dropped himself on the tiled floor, giggling.
"Mr. Kang, it's okay. You can leave." I said, making him pause from reaching the man on the floor. "Please lock the door when you leave." He didn't say anything and just gave me a bow before walking out the house and locking it as I requested.
I kneeled on the floor and touched Jungkook's face. "Kook, come on. Let me get you upstairs, honey." I said softly, making him open his eyes and look at me.
"Honey." He murmurmed and get up from the floor, cupping my face with his huge hand. "God, you're so beautiful." He whispered, his mouth smells like hard liquor. He claimed my lips, his kisses are aggressive and dominating. I whimpered, my hands pushing him against his chest.
He moved away, pulling the roots of his hair. "Fuck, I am so sorry, angel." He apologized, cupping my face. But I moved my head away and just nodded.
"Let's get you upstairs. You have to change." I said and pulled his arm to put it on my shoulders. He groaned but tried to get up with his wobbling knees.
We slowly get up the stairs, my hand is gripping on his coat. "Kookie, honey, you have to help me. You're too heavy, we'll fall on the stairs. Please." I said softly, making him nod and kiss my cheek. He hold on the rails and helped me get him up.
When we reached our bedroom, he dropped himself on the bed. My hands immediately started to unbutton his white dress shirt. My eyes caught those lipstick stains on his collar and some bruised marks on his neck. I bite my lower lip and just continued taking off his coat and clothes.
