Jungkook's face was unreadable as he stood over the bed looking down at me. I'm sure I looked crazy; face red and blotchy from crying, tears still silently tracking down my face, hands bloody but he didn't say a word as he turned and went into the bathroom. I listened to the sound of a cabinet opening and closing and then running water. He still said nothing as he came back into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly took my hands in his wiping away the blood and applying antiseptic.
I couldn't escape the small gasp that escaped me as he took my hands in his, I had never expected to feel those hands on my body again. When I looked at him with what I am sure was a confused look on my face he merely shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't need you getting blood all over my bed."
The words stung, it wasn't my safety or comfort he cared about but his own. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke once more. "Ya know, Jin is going to be very offended by the fact that he was the one you decided to hurl a vase at. We half expected you to attack me again when I came back in. You've created quite a stir around here, the guys are all talking about you."
I stayed looking up at the ceiling because I knew that if I looked at that face I would start crying again. "Guys? How many of you are there? Who are they? Why am I here? You...you shot someone." I couldn't help the sob that choked out of me at the last words. All I could picture was the sight of blood splattering everywhere and Jungkook standing there like it was nothing.
He stood up after having bandaged my hands, shaking his head softly. "Still a talker I see."
Wincing slightly at the pain in my hands I burrowed underneath the blankets as I listened to the sound of the shower turning on and Jungkook undressing. Whether internationally or not, he had left the bathroom door ajar enough for me to see as he pulled the shirt he was wearing up and above his head. I couldn't help but stare as his torso was revealed to me.
The last time we had been together he had been a tall, lanky teen. Now Jeon Jungkook was a tall, trim, muscular man. Even in profile, I could see the way his chest and abdomen were sculpted, could see the bulging muscle of his biceps. But, I had to cover my mouth to muffle the gasp that left me when he turned his back to me to move further into the bathroom and the light hit his back. His back like the rest of him was defined and muscular but tears welled in my eyes at the sight of the scars marring his beautiful skin. His back showed a latticework of what looked to be whip marks and burns. They started at his shoulder blades and peppered his skin all the way across and down into the waistband of his jeans. Those certainly had not been there the last time I had seen him. What had happened to him in the last 4 years? How had he ended up here? How had my funny, sweet, kind best friend ended up a cold-blooded killer?
I must have dozed off while JK was in the shower because I was jostled awake by the movement of the mattress dipping down as he slid underneath the covers beside me. I was wide awake in an instant, pulling away and to the edge of the bed as far away from him as I could. "Wha-what the hell are you doing?"
He rolled his eyes as he shifted so that he was laying on his back, comforter pulled underneath his armpits so that I could see his neck and chest. "I told you this is my bed, this is my room. I'm not sleeping somewhere else just because you had to go and get yourself drunk and involved in something you shouldn't be. Don't you know it's not safe to go into a dark alleyway by yourself, at night, when your impaired and can barely defend yourself?"
I scoffed pulling the comforter more towards me so that I could be sure that I was fully covered. "Don't act like you give a damn about me now. You haven't cared about me for the last four years, and you didn't care when your 'friend' was throwing me against the wall like a ragdoll."
He pulled the blanket back towards himself once more. "First of all stop trying to act all shy and cover yourself, I've seen much more of you than your bra and panties. Second of all, don't fucking tell me what I have or haven't cared about. You have no idea what I've been through in the last four years, and third of all I stopped Joon didn't I? I didn't realize it was you at first. Besides, it was your own fault. Like I said you shouldn't have been in that alley."
I pulled the blanket once more just to piss him off. "Oh, I shouldn't have been in the alley? Why? Because some psycho guys might decide to hurt me or abduct me? You mean... as you did? Just answer my questions. Who are those guys? Where the hell I am and when I can leave?"
He let out a growl of frustration as he pulled the blanket towards him and off me entirely, "You always were a fucking blanket hog." I huffed indignantly as I scrambled to pull the blanket over my half-naked body but his hold on it was too strong so I gave up, laying back down with my legs crossed and arms folded over my chest to cover as much of my cleavage as I could. Not that it did much good. Rae had talked me into wearing the lacey bra and panties set that she had gifted me for my birthday. The bra was basically see-through, my nipples clearly visible through the cups and the panties were a thong that barely covered anything in the front and nothing in the back. My face heated with embarrassment as I thought about the last time JK had seen me like this. I had been fifteen years old just barely developed and still wearing the undergarments that my mom picked out for me. Things had certainly changed in the last four years.
But JK didn't react, didn't even blink in my direction as he stared up at the ceiling. "You don't need to know who those guys are or anything about what happened in that alley. The only thing you need to know is that you're not going anywhere. You witnessed something you shouldn't have and got yourself involved in some bad shit. The only way I know how to protect you and more importantly, us is to keep you here, where you won't be able to open your big mouth to someone and make it worse."
I sat up, throwing the pillow beneath me at his head. "I do not have a big mouth!"
He was on me in an instant. Before I could register what had happened, JK had lunged across the bed at me and was on top of me pinning my body to the bed with his. Finally, a crack in that mask broke through and in an instant, I could see the fifteen-year-old I'd known. The look of barely controlled lust as he held my hands above my head and his eyes roved my revealed body, was one that I had seen on that beautiful face many times before. But he quickly reigned himself back in, shaking his head as if to clear it.
Watching him take control of himself once more was like watching a mask slip back into place. And as this happened I began to struggle and buck my hips to try to get him off. But immediately stopped letting out a whimper of surprise when the hand pressing mine down tightened to the point of pain and suddenly the other was locked around my throat with enough pressure to just barely let air still pass. The lust was gone and a look of rage was on his face.
"You're really going to want to stop throwing things at people around here unless you want a repeat of your encounter with Joon. We're not used to having women staying here and I can only hold them off so much. If you provoke one of them, I'm not going to be able to stop what they do to you. Although... judging by what you're wearing, you're not the shy little fifteen-year-old anymore so who knows you might like it." He chuckled softly at the small moan that escaped me as he applied a small amount more pressure to my throat. "That's what I thought."
"Trust me, being in that alleyway and witnessing what you did, was the stupidest thing you could have done. You are in a lot more danger than you realize and I can only do so much to protect you. So unless you want to end up in a ditch somewhere, you're going to be a good girl for me and do exactly what I tell you. It shouldn't be too hard, it's been years but I still remember how much you enjoy doing that. "
By this time I was having a hard time concentrating. JK's body felt so different yet so familiar than the last time we had been in a position like this. He felt hard and firm against me in all the right places and I couldn't help the flash of embarrassment and indignation at his reference to my submissive tendencies. "You can't just keep me here." I struggled to say through the pressure of his hand on my throat, which I would not admit was turning me on.
"Actually I can. And unless you want to die, you'll do exactly what I tell you." He said giving my throat one more squeeze before rolling off of me and facing the opposite wall.
