His kidnapper asked stepping towards him slowly, "So, JEON..JUNG..KOOK. Come on tell me your fantasies. How do you like to get fucked? I mean rough, slow. Oh hold on, I think you would fit into BDSM play". He trailed his eyes down to his crotch lust...
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The very next day, Jungkook's sleep was brutally shattered by the biting cold seeping into his room. He dragged himself, a shivering caterpillar wrapped in his black quilt, to the farthest corner of his room and bellowed, "Eommaaaaaa---Eomma____Eomma, are you there? Listen to me, come here, please!" His mother stormed into his room, her face etched with annoyance. "Yah! Why are you shouting? Can't you see I'm busy?"
He was shaking violently, his teeth chattering, desperately trying to generate warmth by rubbing his hands together. In a trembling voice, he pleaded, "Eomma, it's so cold! Look at my pitiful body, don't you feel sorry for your son?"
"What?" she asked, bewildered.
"Why did you turn off the heater? Do you know how hard it was for me to get a day off from the institute? I want to sleep more!" he whined, his face contorted like a crying child.
"Open your eyes wider, it's been off since morning," she retorted. He burrowed his face under the blanket, a wave of childish petulance washing over him. She smiled at his antics, then knelt beside him, tenderly stroking his hair. "Oh my, my sweet son wants to sleep more. Look at your messy hair, your face is all swollen. You look like a dumpling. Ah, no wonder, I gave birth to the laziest baby ever." Jungkook nestled his head in her lap, rubbing his cheek against her warmth.
"Eomma, your son needs more energy. Can you cover me with another blanket?" She abruptly stood up, snatched his quilt away, and barked, "Enough with the coddling! Get up quickly! I'm not the maid of this house. Go to the market, we're out of eggs and vegetables."
"Where's Ah-reum? Tell her," he grumbled.
"She's gone to school, get freshened up, Kookie." Jungkook made a face like a wounded puppy and dragged himself out of bed, his body screaming for more sleep. But his mind, weary of his mother's nagging, reluctantly conceded. He shuffled towards the bathroom, his heart heavy. He mechanically picked up his toothbrush, squeezed on some toothpaste, and began brushing, flexing his muscles in the mirror. After creating a few heart shapes with his disheveled hair, he spat. The moment he turned on the tap, he screamed again, "Eommaaaaaaa! Now what about the water?!" He whined, "No one in this house will let me have a peaceful day."
She stormed in, brandishing a spatula, and asked, surprised, "What, the water's gone?! But it's not even 11 o'clock yet! Oh God, I haven't washed the dishes."
"Are you worried about the dishes? What about me? I haven't even pooped!"
"Ah, this kid," she sighed. "Wait, I'll take a look." She returned after a moment, her face etched with worry. "There's a problem with the water supply. I asked the neighbors, they're facing the same issue."
"What the f—"
"Don't curse! Some advance modifications are being done, it'll take two or three days."Jungkook sighed irritably and stormed to the fridge, rinsing his face with a bottle of ice-cold water. His face flushed crimson. He wiped his runny nose with his sleeve. "Now don't even think about sleeping. Go and arrange some water somehow, and also ask Hae-in," (Yoongi's wife).
