What's Wrong?

                                    

                                          


                          
JK POV:
                          
I was watching him struggle with the bags. I knew he won't be able to do it, but being a stubborn brat he is, he continue to life them up and failing in the process. After a while, I have had enough as I pushed him to a side and move out all the bags and emptying the trunk. Once I was done, I turned towards him, seeing him standing there, head down while fidgeting with his sweater. I approached his sweat covered body, and yanked his wrist pushing him harshly inside the car as I got into the driver's seat and sped out of the house. 
                          
He looked terrified, stiff in his seat as if I was going to take him to a secret place and kill him. I rolled my eyes at his overreaction but I didn't talk to him yet. It was oddly satisfying seeing him scared like a cat, curled up in its place. Oops! I almost sounded like a sadist now. Oh Well, who cares!
                          
The intense silence continued to prevail inside the car until I parked the car outside a posh restaurant. Of course, I won't go to substandard places; I've got a reputation, jeez.
                          
I pulled him out of the car making him stumble and hitting my chest. He immediately retreated back, apologizing and not looking at me even once. "Jimin", I called out but he didn't respond. 
                          
"Jimin", I said a bit loudly making him look at me.
                          
 "Why do you look so scared", I said. 
                          
"I-I thought that y-you were going to p-punish me for not being able to carry those bags, m-master", he said still stuttering
                          
. I mean why he can't talk to me without that stutter when he never does with Hyung. It's not that I mind it; it makes him look really cute but also reflects that he is still afraid of me. 
                          
"How many times do I have to tell you to quit calling me master and it's not that I am going to kill you, so relax", I said annoyed a little.
                          
 "I understand mas- I mean Jungkook-shi", he immediately corrected himself.
                          
 It felt strange hearing him say my name, like a thousand bats dancing in my stomach all at once.
                          
 I held his smol hand in mine, as I took him inside the restaurant. He was eying the place like it was some kind of wonderland, his mouth hanging open as he saw the expansive furniture. 
                          
"Why are we h-here, Jungkook-shi", he sounded careful. "So that I could eat, I haven't had any lunch today", I said sounding a little arrogant when in reality I came here to make him eat something since he was hungry all day but I couldn't just let him go without my sweet revenge, can I?
                          
 I smirked evilly, forming a plan in my head. I asked the waiter to bring me a number of dishes, radiating off mouth-watering fragrance. In about 15 minutes, everything was placed in front of me. I started to eat not bothering to look at him, who was quietly sitting across me looking slightly embarrassed.
                          
 I hadn't noticed the dirty looks people have been sending him from the time he entered given the fact that his clothes made him look less posh then I. I glared at them sternly making them avert their eyes. I was enjoying eating as well as his reaction. He looked like he would attack the meal any second.
                          
 Suddenly his stomach growled, making me smirk at him, "You hungry Jimin?" I question the obvious making him bow his head down in embarrassment.
                          
 "And here I thought someone was feeling so full that he didn't want to have lunch", I said teasing him. 
                          
"Here, eat a lot", I said as I moved an empty plate in front of him so that he could serve himself. He seemed hesitant, "ok if you don't want to then I won't force", I said moving the plate away when he suddenly grabbed it, holding it tightly in his hands.