My brows furrowed at the red stains on my top and then my gaze fell on the floor only to see a trail of drops there too which eventually ended at the door.
I looked at the mess I had created and noticed the broken pieces of glass. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a pleasant looking woman walked in and placed a tray in front of me.
"Enjoy your breakfast ma'am" She said with a full smile and bowed before turning to the mess. "Thank you" I had to be grateful. We had a small chit chat while I ate.
Yes I ate ... everything. Cuz I already felt bad for wasting food once and causing her trouble. I'm being a good girl for now. All of a sudden my eyes fell on the red shade on one of the glass pieces and realization dawned on me.
It was Jungkook's blood. He got hurt ... when he slipped.
Because of me.
The maid- Mary gave me a trip around the house and I swear it was an artwork. I loved the study and art room the most and I was stunned to find out Jungkook liked to paint.
There was this canvas that disturbed me the most ... a girl in high school uniform. Her face couldn't be seen but she looked oddly .... familiar.
Nostalgic.
When I looked at the pool I couldn't help but think of his figure in water in nothing but--- OH MY GAWDD!! Ahh stop being a slut y/n!!
I can't believe he let me roam around freely like ain't he worried I might try to escape or something but then again from our conversation earlier he seemed nonchalant about it.
Does he have something up his sleeve? Who knows.
I took a shower and you wouldn't believe me if I said I've got a whole ass wardrobe for myself. I had to confirm it with Mary several times in order to accept the fact.
He's full of surprises ... damn.
I chose some baggy clothes cuz he's a pervert too. I spent some time in the study room and then explored his paintings. Spent time at the pool and then a few other maids until he was home.
I felt more like a guest than a prisoner lol. The first thing he did was staring at me from top to toe followed by a nod followed by a small smile almost discreet.
And I blushed like a creep.
The maids left after serving us dinner. And somewhere inside I wished he'd feed me just like in the morning but my bad. The dinner was almost silent but he asked
"How was your day?"
"I had a very nice day and yes I had my meals on time too. I didn't try to escape either .... Now can I go home?"
His eyes met mine and he murmured a small 'no'
That's when I threw a tantrum. "Whyyy? Like I'm just a burden and I'm not of any use so--"
"Remember you signed a contract" And I went suddenly still.
"And?"
"That says you're mine"
I blinked at him giving 'what the heck ya talkin bout' look.
"So you mean I'm caged in here my whole life living as your entertainer I swear I've got an awful humor"
"But you witnessed something you shouldn't have love and no you're not caged you just need my authority to do anything"
"You're what? My guardian?"
He looked at me like in my soul and in a deep tone he spoke.
"I'm your man"
And I didn't dare say anything after that cuz i knew my whole face must've turned red when he said that.
A flood of embarrassment.
Later that night when I was almost asleep after preparing for college. Yes college he gave me 'permission' that I can go to college. After changing into his night clothes he was talking on the phone when I noticed the wound above his elbow.
It was a huge wound. Blood had clotted already but it might get infected and he might die ... because of me. Well he won't die still. My soft heart ughh.
I pretended to be asleep when he crawled onto the bed and back hugged me. BACK HUGGED ME!! I swear I was losing my shit when he pecked my shoulder and said 'night love'
I wasn't breathing until I heard him snoring but then a cold sensation on my back disturbed me until I noticed a sticky liquid and realised he was bleeding.
Oh my God. I shouldn't care but I am. I'm a to be doctor after all. Tip toeing to the bathroom I came back with a first aid kit and treated his wound.
Yes I turned on the lamp. And yes I blushed with my heart squeeling when I saw his collar bones. Gladly his chest, shirtless one was covered with a duvet or I might have needed a cold shower.
It turned out he was a deep sleeper and I managed to bandage his wound without waking him up or maybe he had been so tired that he's lost in his own world. Either way it worked out for me.
And after that I went to sleep too but made sure to make a pillow castle between us so he couldn't ... get to me.
Next Morning
Night passed and I opened my eyes after stretching myself yawning inaudibly and the first thing I saw was jeon jungkook in tux looking dashing as ever.
He was fixing his collar in the mirror and I clenched on the sheets eyeing him shamelessly like whattt? He's right in front of my eyes and I can't deny his body proportions are insane.
Just when he turned around I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep and I heard footsteps inching closer to me.
Am I caught?
I heard him clearing his throat not much later and I realized I was caught so I decided to play the 'dumb' card. "Hmm?" I squinted my eyes, keeping my voice hoarse.
Yes I pretended I just woke up.
He bent over to me as I sat up and for a moment I jumped. "Help me with the tie please" For some time my eyeballs went across his face and tie but I gave in at the end.
And it'd be a lie if I said I didn't notice that light smirk.
He is playing dumb along.
Thankfully I knew how to tie it all thanks to my late mom. His gaze was piercing me from inside but I kept my composure. I think I must've looked like a tomato.
With a 'done' I moved back but he placed his hand on the small of my back stopping me in the way.
"It feels like you wanna ask something, go ahead."
I hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Why do you always dress like that, I mean you ..?"
"My company"
"Oh ... your What! Wait, aren't you a gangster or something then a company!?"
I tried not to freak out but yeah I did. It didn't make sense.
"Correction; Mafia"
I was shocked. Now that explains why my complaint to the police was never filed. Why does he live in this huge mansion and why is he so filthy rich?
But aren't Mafia's supposed to be greasy old men? Wait, does that mean the trope changed? No way... I'm that queenie in Mafia stories. I mean I'm me .. just me.
"And I have my own company so I go to work there everyday"
I nodded.
And then I got another heart attack when he pecked my lips. "Thanks for the bandage love". Not to mention that killer smile.
My poor heart eeuu.
"Get ready I'll
be waiting downstairs hmm?"
I need to get out of here or I'm afraid I may fall prey to this ... all of this.
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