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How did your life suddenly flip from you being a regular university student who works part time jobs like a normal student, has her dreams and goals to fulfill to someone who accidentally witnessed a cold blooded murder, got shot just over a night and now has been abducted?
Smelling a sweet yet refreshing scent, you slowly open your eyes, still blurry and adjusting to see in the darkness. You turn your head around trying to grasp the situation and condition you were in. Your hand takes grasp of white cotton sheets beneath you that you were asleep on. You then come to your senses and realize that you are at someone's house. Sitting up slowly, you hold onto your torso, calming the same sting which had surprisingly gotten less painful.
You look beside you, on the other side of the bed and realize that it's a loft bed and there's a small staircase attached to it to travel down to the living room of the studio apartment. You take a look at yourself and notice yourself being changed into a grey oversized button up shirt.
Who took the clothes off you and got you changed?
You unbutton the shirt halfway to check your wound. You were only wearing your undergarments inside the extra large piece of cloth. Your eyes widened at your perfectly dressed up cut which seemed as if a professional did it. The swelling had started minimizing but bruising looked the same. Buttoning up the shirt back, leaving the upper 3 buttons as it is, you slowly slide down the bed and hold the reeling of the staircase.
Your eyes start to roam around at the well organized and clean apartment. It wasn't large but it wasn't too small either. Just the type of apartment you thought you would move into. The dim lights made the space more soothing and relaxing.
Where are you? Who brought you here? What happened to you? What time is it? How late is it?
All you remember is running away from the men chasing you, being pulled into an alley and then passing out.
While you slowly climb off the staircase, you take a look around trying to understand the personality of the person who lives here. A lot of tools, pictures of different people on the wall, maps, threads tying around different locations on the maps, papers, unwashed laundry and men's stuff was lying around. Still managing not to make the house messy.
Just then your eyes notice an emptied bag of O+ blood, a suture kit, blood soaked towels and your clothes on the table nearby. You turn your hand around and see a bandaid on the back of your palm.
Someone ran up some blood up your veins, compensating the body for the loss of blood you had over these days. You felt a bit weak but not as much as you did this evening or the evening you got shot. While a lot of things confuse you, you spot a clock which reads 1:15 am. Instantly, the thought of you not being home and your family freaking out noticing your absence strikes you.
Your eyes and hands immediately start looking for a phone under the stuff there but then you slow down thinking of what you were going to say to them. You have been kidnapped and there's no way of concealing that fact. Now you have to tell them everything and take the help of the police. Not being able to find a phone, your head snaps at the door which unlocks making the jingle noise.
Hearing that, you immediately start to rush to the bed you were laid onto. Almost reaching the staircase, a stabbing pain travels down your torso and you almost collapse on the ground. Holding the rim for your support you wince loudly not being able to control the pain this time.
"Yah!"
You feel someone immediately taking hold of you by your arms before you could collapse. Your hand which was holding the rim now grabs the fabric worn by the person. You groan out of pain, continuing to tighten your grasp around the person.
"You were not supposed to get off the bed. The stitches are fresh" the person holding you scolds you in a stern and mad voice.
Listening to the guy's voice, your eyes snap up at him. As soon as your eyes meet his, you realize who the person was. Understanding his identity, the blood in your face flushes down, making your skin go pale. Your hand lets go of the person and you step back not taking your eyes off him.
You register the same dark doe eyes you found familiar and the ones you encountered with that awful night.
Jungkook?
"You?"
You gulp out of fear and push him away making him lose touch with your arms.
"Go back to bed. You must have disturbed the stitches by walking around like this" ''Idiot" he grits under his teeth and not caring of your realization he comes back for you.
Before he could grab you again you defend yourself by slapping his hands away from you.
"Get away from me!" You yell as loudly as possible and run away from him to a corner of the house. Struggling to find a place to hide yourself in that studio apartment, you push yourself to a wall and grab a metal vase from nearby.
Seeing you like that, his eyes roll into the back of his head before closing themselves, trying to endure the anger and irritation. His palm turns into a fist.
"Put that down and go. back. to. the. bed!" He exclaims and talks through his teeth, furiously.
"You kidnapped me. You hurt me. How do you expect me to listen to your orders? Why did you even treat my wound? You are going to kill me anyways. What's the point of helping-"
"Just shut your fucking mouth and listen to me" he out of nowhere screams having enough of you. "If I had to kill you, I would have done it that night itself. What do you think? I missed your head and shot you down in your rib? I won't even need a minute to prove to you that I never miss any shot. I let you live intentionally" "Now get back here before I drag you myself and if you make me do that, I swear I'll make it unbearably painful" he speaks with his eyes sharply pinned at you.
"I don't trust the person who shot me. I am not insane. Just let me go. I don't need your help" you stay firm on your actions and push yourself more into the corner with your one hand on your blazing wound.
"Fine. Your choice it is" saying that he starts heading towards you with fast strides, being pissed.
"No!" You shout before turning around to the wall, hiding your face and pressing your eyes close, preparing yourself for the arising pain and to get dragged.
Just in a second, you feel him take hold of your arm, spin you around towards him, slide his one arm behind your back and the other one under your bare knees, soon lifting you up in his arms and carrying you to the bed. Meanwhile, because of such rash movements you swear you felt a stitch burst open causing deadly pain to you.
You wince badly and very loudly as soon as he picks you up. Unknowingly, your hand takes the grip of his shoulder and another one caresses your wound which has started giving you unbearable shots of pain. Tears roll down your cheeks.
Reaching the bed, he lays you, almost throws you on the bed. As he promised, it was the most painful and dreadful experience ever.
"Ahh!!" Another scream escapes your mouth following the parade of heavy tears.
"Now if you don't listen to me and again move even an inch, I promise, I'll throw you to the hungry wolves who were about to kidnap and kill you mercilessly" he speaks referring to the men who were following you earlier.
You hear him threaten you while being busy enduring the pain he caused again. You clench the pillow and squeeze it trying to get hold of yourself.
"I hate you so much" you manage to speak between the whimpers.
Leaving you alone he goes back down to get something and hurries up holding the first aid kit and suture kit. Your breath which was accelerated slowly worsens watching him sit besides you and you close your eyes shut not wanting to see what he was going to do.
"Y/N" "Look at me"
Listening to your name from his mouth, you open your eyes wide and stare at him in utter shock. "How do you know my name?" You question trying to sit up.
"Don't move. Lay down. Now listen to me with a sane mind" he pushes your shoulders down, this time softly.
"I am going to check on your stitches and for that I need you to keep calm and not move even a bit, okay? Trust me I am not going to harm you" he speaks as his eyes start getting less sharp at you.
"Says the guy who shot me" you talk back.
Hearing that he lets out a loud exhale and rolls his eyes, clenching his jaw.
"Shut your mouth" "I am going to take your shirt off now"
"What-"
"I've already seen what's beneath my shirt that you are wearing, okay? I stitched and treated your wound earlier. Also, who the fuck does not go to the hospital and leaves their wound like that? Barely treated the way it should have been. You could have incurred a serious infection which would have killed you anyways" he almost yells at you.
"That's my lookout and even if you have seen me without my clothes before does not mean you have the permission to do so again. I am never going to forgive you for shooting me and disturbing my life in the ugliest and painful way possible" "Fucking murderer" you spit the words at him and look away clenching your teeth.
There's a silence after your loud cursing. You could feel him stare at you in the most deadliest way, thinking of the ways he could kill you, making you taste the wildest pain until your last breath.
"Fine. What will I have to do to have your permission to let me check your wound?"
Surprisingly, he says it in the most calm way possible as if throwing his weapons to your feet and giving up. You look at him, confused.
"Why are you doing this?" You ask, fiercely yet silently.
"Just answer my question" he speaks, raising one of his eyebrows.
You roll your eyes at his words. "YOU answer my question and then I'll let you check the injury"
He sighs hearing to your condition.
"I have a favor to return to you from long back" "That's all I'm going to say and now if you keep being stubborn, I'll have to forget the favor and kick you out. I already gave you a chance" he starts getting mad now.
Favor?
Thinking on his answer for a second, you look away and then lower your guard by moving your hand away from guarding the buttons of the shirt you were wearing, signaling him to go ahead.
Seeing that, he sits besides you in a comfortable stance to analyze the state of your wound. His hands then travel to the buttons of the shirt and start separating the clasps, unveiling your skin more and more to himself. After unbuttoning the shirt more than half of the length, he moves and tucks the fabric behind your shoulder, revealing one side of the bra you were wearing and the wound he was going to check. Silence takes place for a minute.
"After I brought you here, I texted your mother from your phone about you staying over at your friend's house for studying over the weekend so don't worry about your family freaking out thinking you are missing" he informs you in a lower tone while examining the stitches. "She replied being fine with it"
You turn your head towards him a second later after listening to his words.
"You aren't going to give me my phone back, are you?" You ask, looking at him from the corner of your eyes.
He chooses to stay silent and continue with what he was doing, answering you in a passive way. The mad and stoic look on his face never goes away.
"How do you know my name?" You ask.
He again ignores you and gives you the silent treatment.
"What are you going to do with me?" You keep bombarding him with questions.
"Who are you?" "Why have you kept me here?"
Being done with your noise, he closes his eyes trying to control his anger and pauses his actions of repairing the sutures. When he opens his eyes, he looks straight at you.
"With every question you are asking me, you are pushing me one step closer towards handing you over to the people who are continuously trying to hunt you down" he speaks trying hard not to snap at you.
Hearing that, you remain silent for a few minutes while he touches you. With every touch of his, your lips start to purse.
"Jungkook" you call his name out, silently after a few minutes.
As soon as his name escapes your mouth, his eyes snap up at you.
"Are you sure I can trust you?" You add.
"You have no choice" he looks in your eyes. Still fazed after hearing his name from you.
"I don't want to die" the tears you were holding onto escaped away, rolling down your skin. "Is it all happening because I witnessed you killing that guy?" Another load of tears fall out making you almost start sobbing, looking at him in his eyes.
"I won't let you die, Y/N. You have to trust me with this" his eyes travel up and down your face, watching your damp eyes and your pale skin getting pink with the emotions which were taking over you.
"You are safe but only if you are with me" he says softening his tone and his gaze towards you.
After looking at him, studying his face, watching his messy hair fall on his face with the low lights hitting his skin and listening to his words, you close your eyes and turn your head away, letting out the last few tears in you.
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A/N: hope you enjoyed todays chapters :)
JK apartment should look something like this in the story: