Kink (Completed)

Chapter 2: History

  The only memory I have of my father is the day he is forced to give me away to that bastard Jeon. My fathers face is twisted in rage as Jeon rips me from his embrace, I hate that bastard so much! I was whisked away to a giant mansion, where men in black suits and guns roamed freely. I am terrified and alone, I cried for days. Jeon never bothered to check on me, he didn't care.

  I was showered with gifts, a massive flat screen TV, game console with tons of games, expensive cloths and shoes. I didn't want any of it I wanted my father warm embrace, I missed his hugs most of all. 

  My room is massive, thick sand colored carpet under my feet, the bed is enormous cream and chocolate silk sheets on the bed. Large glass framed doors led to a beautiful balcony overlooking the massive estate. The closet is bigger than my house as is the bathroom, I will admit I fell in love with the sunken tub made of the finest Italian marble.

  I tried to runaway numerous times, only to be dragged back to my gilded cage by the men in suits. That's where I stayed for over a year, the staff brought me food and checked on me throughout the day reporting to Jeon my well-being because he didn't care to do it himself.

  I sat alone on the floor the darkness my friend as I cried, my twelfth birthday had come and gone. I no longer cared about anything, the food they brought is left untouched. I become weak and sickly, everyday I willed myself to die. I think the staff forgot about me, it's been two weeks since anyone has checked on me. I'm too weak to get out of bed, all I can do is lay in the soiled sheets and pray death claims me soon. 

  I heard the door bang open "Jesus! Jimin" I'm jostled around I can feel his muscular arms around me and I feel sick. I can hear water running, then I'm sat in the tub the warm water feels so good, I'm so cold. I try to escape his hands as he washes me, I manage to open my eyes and shoot a glare at Jeon "I hate you" Jeon has no reaction simply continues bathing me. He wraps me in a towel and carries me back to the freshly cleaned bed. Lying me gently down he turned to the five maids in the room "who the fuck was supposed to bring him meals?" a small petite woman with long black hair stepped forward "you didn't seem to concerned before your trip that he wasn't eating, so I assumed you didn't care. He continued to refuse to eat, so I stopped bringing him food, why put in the effort of carrying that heavy tray upstairs when he obviously wants to die, I was helping him along" her cold tone shocked the other maids who stepped away from her. 

  Jeon whipped out his gun tucked in the small of his back and pressed it to her forehead. His brown eyes held a deadly glimmer, jaw clenched tight as his thin lips pressed together in a grim line "He is my ward, I expect you to treat him as you would myself. He is a fucking child having a tantrum because he is not getting his way that is why I didn't care, because eventually he would have gotten hungry enough to eat something. Do you even hear yourself? You didn't want to bring a tray of food to a starving eleven-year-old because he wanted to die, so you helped him along. What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he shouted waving the gun in her face.

  "He doesn't belong here, he is a mistake that they pawned off on you. His own family didn't want him why would you? He is making you look soft" Jungkook laughed "I fucked you once and now you can tell me what to do, how mighty bold of you. You see the sex would have had to been mind-blowing and it wasn't, you lay there like a dead fish screaming "oh oppa" repeatedly. Bitch are we in an anime, because I sure the fuck am not your oppa, I'm fucking older than you, you dumb cunt. You know, to get off I closed my eyes and imagined someone else, so bitch you may think your pussy is gold, but really it's a dead fucking fish. You're fired pack your bags and get the fuck out of my house before I shoot you."

  With a toss of her hair she stalked off, his gaze focused on the rest of the maids "if he does not eat I am to be notified immediately, if he sneezes or coughs I want to know" the maids nod.

  It sounds like he genuinely cared right? I didn't see him for months after that day, the maids nursed me back to health. To quote Maya Angelo "why doe the caged bird sing?" because it acclimates to its environment. That's exactly what I did, I resigned that this is my life now. 

  The maids were kind to me, even occasionally the suits would play outside with me. Most of the time I sat in the rose garden listening to the water falling from the massive fountain. This is my place, the place I come to be alone away from prying eyes. Sometimes I cry because I'm lonely, it would be nice to have a playmate or just someone to talk to.

  The housekeeper is in charge of the staff in the house, her name is Helen. She is over fifty but looks twenty years younger, her blonde hair is cut to her jaw never an inch shorter or longer, icy blue eyes take in every detail. She is cold and firm to the staff, but she has a soft spot for me. Knowing I love sweets she is always having the cook make me treats, so I always stop by the kitchen to get a treat.

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