[JUNGKOOK] Sweet and Bitter

Daegu girl

The moment Jungkook left the mansion, awkwardness fills the air. A couple seconds of silence plays between me and the blonde haired cold dude. Eventually he parts his soft lips, that weirdly don't suit the poker face, to speak.

'So, you hungry?', he asks casually. His mood changed in less than a second. He actually sounds a bit kinder now.

He looks at me weirdly, not understanding why I'm not responding to the question. 'Oh uh yes, kinda', I let out awkwardly.

Kinda?

I'm.

Starving.

I was way too focused on reading his face to answer him. Without talking too much he walks past by me on his way to? I hesitantly walk after him to the destination, that looks like the most rich fulled kitchen.

Why am I surprised? Hot criminals are rich.

I unhelpfully stand beside him as he starts his investigation through the fridge and all the cupboards. He exhales deeply and a little frustrated. It seems like there's almost no food in house.

He then reaches out for our last hope of finding something normally to eat besides ketchup or protein bars. The last cupboard, that's rarely higher than the rest of them.

He stands on his toes to make it that far, before taking a few objects out of it. I guess only people tall like Jungkook can reach that. Yoongi actually seems like a cute man if we remove the coldness and some scary expressions.

'I guess we'll just be eating plain ramen and drinking banana milk', he sighs with exhaustion in his tone. He puts a whole package of the banana milk and ramen on the counter.

He notices me frowning at the adorable package of drinks. 'Yeah, our Jungkookie is a fan of banana milk', he sighs. Well that's an unexpected statement.

The whole intimidating hot picture of Jungkook wearing the full on black suit (he wears today) while his sleeves are rolled up, exposing the ink under it with his dangerous gun in his hands and seductively biting his lip. Just changed into a smiling happy babyboy sipping banana milk.

If I think about it, he actually does have a babyface. Doesn't change the fact that I'm locked up in the huge mansion of a murderer.

'I don't really know his kitchen so I have to find some things to cook with. Jungkook mostly eats with us at Jin's house so that's probably why his storage only contains his precious drink', he says while searching something to cook the ramen in.

I'm kinda feeling a little more relaxed around him, compared to Jungkook. He sounds a lot more nicer than the raven haired dude that has a habit of harshly grabbing my wrist with his veiny muscular hands.

'I can cook the ramen', I offer while taking the package of noodles in my hands. 'Sure, let me just find some spices to put in there', he says while handing me over a frying pan he found.

While cooking the food silence fills the air again. Yoongi is currently busy laying the table while I'm thinking about a question that I'm willing to ask for these couple minutes.

'Uhm Yoongi?', I ask with hesitation. The reason why it took me so long to break the silence was if I rather just call him by his name or not. Thinking longer about it, there wasn't much of another option.

'Yes?', he turns around to face me. 'Can I ask you something?' I keep my eyes on the ramen while stirring it continuously. He nods while comfortably leaning his back against the counter.

'Why are you guys suppose to keep me safe?' I pause before adding more to the sentence, 'From Jisub.'

The corners of his lips curl up a little while he crosses his arms. 'Jungkook didn't tell you?', he asks. I turn of the stove and shake my head as a response.

'Simply said, that's what they asked us to do', he shrugs casually. I look up at him in confusion.

They?

'Who?' He quickly slides his tongue past his lips before answering the question. 'The people who informed us about you', he says while taking the bowls of ramen I poured in.

He walks to the living room where he neatly laid the table while I follow after him. 'We know you ran away Daegu girl', he continues while putting down the bowls of ramen.

A shock of electricity runs through my body as I hear the name of my home town. I left that place a couple years ago and buried all the thoughts of ever going back again.

Not to understand wrong, it's not specifically that I hate Daegu. No, it's the horrible forbidden memories that are roaming around there. The main reason was my brother. After the day I left, it felt like I could finally start the un regretting life I always imagined.

'You know, I'm from Daegu too', he says while eyeing me from opposite the table. Cool, but the real question here is. How on earth does he know about me?

'Back there, I met all types of people. One of them was a certain Jisub. Hwa Jisub.' I almost choke on the ramen that got stuck in my throat. I take a sip of the sweet banana milk, rinsing away the food.

'Hold up, you know my brother?', I ask in an unclear voice, still hurt by the leftover noodles in my throat. I'm not sure if I'm suppose to act shocked or scared or maybe both.

He chews on the ramen while nodding a firm yes. 'Let's say, I used to be close with him', he says in a hoarse voice. 'Used to?'

He takes a sip of the milky drink and makes a disgusted face. 'How does he drink this?', he mumbles quietly before pursuing on my question. 'Like we said yesterday. Your brother caused some bad stuff that we had to correct. So obviously we're not best buddies anymore', he chuckles sarcastically at the end of the sentence.

'What did he do?', I ask while fumbling with a napkin. 'I'm keeping it on "bad things"' And continues to eat the dry ramen unruffled.

It must be something really bad that he's being so mysterious about it. They all are being mysterious about it.

The curiosity is boiling up inside me. But I'm sure that asking further about it would go worse than with Jungkook. He seems like a nice guy, but he gives me shivers down my spine.

I travel my eyes to the unfinished bowl of noodles in dissatisfaction. I take the chopsticks and unwillingly continue stuffing it in my mouth.

'Just keep calm and everything will be alright. We're only here to protect you, remember that', he quotes softly. I look up at him and to my surprise his eyes show of a slight glow of warmth.

It does calm me down to hear that he doesn't want anything from me but patience and understanding. But there's no way I'm ever trusting one of these people.

The moment of a warm stare destroys the sound of the standard iPhone bell tone. Yoongi stands up quickly and walks to his phone that's ringing loudly like crazy. He looks at the caller before answering it.

'Jimin?', he pauses before looking questionable. 'You're coming? Why? Oh fine and please bring something other than banana milk to drink.'

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I'm trying to publish as soon as I can.
I hope everyone is liking it so far and that I cleared up the storyline a little?
Oh yeah Jimin is coming! Finally.
If you have questions about the story, feel free to ask.

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