"What's a fine young woman like yourself doing out here alone ?"
T/W: This book mentions drug use, assault and domestic abuse. Viewer discretion is advised.
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desertrose623. 2021
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As she sit there, curled up in a ball she recounted why she left home in the first place. The wedding. If she was still there, it would be in one week from now. All her father cared about was his money, his reputation and his mistress. His real family was an afterthought, a bargaining tool, a facade to the outside world, a perfect, rich and well known family, but behind closed doors, it all melted away like a candle wick, slowly at first, but with time, consuming what ever it touched.
Once the pain subsided somewhat, she realized her predicament. She wasn't one of them, she knew that much; and now they would think that she was just some psycho bitch.
She had just randomly stormed down the hall in front of all those men. She knew it was crucial to not get caught up with them and stay distant, she had to leave as soon as possible.
She was reminded how hungry she was when her stomach seemed like it was starting to devour itself painfully.
Guess she wasn't going to dinner. She climbed into the collassal bed and curled herself up into a ball under the thick warm blankets, cocooning herself between the pillows. Time seemed to stop as she slipped into a deep sleep, occasionally sniffling and shifting side to side.
Jinae awoke to soft rapping on the door. She got up and looked around. The room was filled with rays of light and everything was spotless. She looked around in marvel when she heard another soft rap on the door.
"Jinae- are you awake?" A honeyed voice said from outside. She moved towards the door softly opening it and letting in whoever was on the other side.
It was Jungkook. He stood there, in all his glory: chiseled muscles teased the fabric of his shirt, straining it with their mass. His legs filling his black jeans to their capacity. A small smirk painted his lips and his nose scrunched just slightly. His doe eyes were trained on hers as he walked deeper into her room.
"Jinae-" he whispered as he looked around, "Your room is really nice."
A/N: small chapter but ughhh, I wanted to get it out so bad! I'm literally swamped with school so I hope this chapter puts a smile on your face too! 😎😎 Btw: what do you all think about the boys? Namjoon? Jungkook? 😏😏
