"This is Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Seoul Higher View. You must pour all your skill, energy and talent into protecting him from all these attacks."
My head snaps up to meet eyes as bewildered as mine.
"You-"
"Do you know each other?"
***A week earlier*...
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Loud knock echo on the main door of my apartment and I groan in my bed, annoyed to be disturbed in my sleep.
"Go away!" I call out but the knocks don't stop. The doorbell even joins in.
I let out an angry sigh and stomp towards the door, flying it open. I furrow my eyebrows at a disheveled Taehyung, worry written all over his face. I'm about to speak but he cuts me off.
"We've been trying to reach you for the past hour! Did you turn off your phone??" He scolds, walking in and straight to the coffee table where I left my phone. "60 Missed calls!" He shows me my phone and my jaw drops. I snatch it away from him and glance at the screen.
"what do you mean 'we'? You, Hoseok, Jin, Jimin? Wha- Don't tell me-" All colors leave my face at one thought that terrifies me. "Where is Jungkook?" I whisper, questioning a panting Taehyung.
"He got attacked. Again. Car accident. Done on purpose." I block the gasp, slamming my hand over my mouth. "he's in the hospital." I'm not listening anymore.
I rush back to my bedroom and get out of my pyjamas, pulling on the first clothes I can find, a grey jog and a black sweater. I think Taehyung is still talking but I'm pushing his voice to the back of my mind. I need to make sure Jungkook is okay. I pull on my shoes and rush out with my bike keys.
"Hyejinah!" taehyung catches my arm and I jerk my arm free.
"I need to get to the hospital." I cut coldly and run out towards the elevator. I fidget with my fingers, texting Hoseok that I'm on my way to the hospital. I they called me that means that Jungkook got badly hurt. I drive as fast as I'm allowed to, a parking in front of the Seoul hospital. I rush in the corridor towards the room Hoseok told me Jungkook should be in by now.
I run to the hospital, worried sick. My heart is pounding. I wasn't there. Every single one of my muscles is tense. I see Seokmin standing there, blood on his shirt, his hair messy and his face badly bruised.
"Seokmin! What happened???" The man glances at the door in front of him, then back at me; he looks completely lost.
"I- We were in the car." He struggles to articulate. "A car rushed into ours purposely. On Mr Jeon's side. The driver died on the spot." I gasp and glance at the closed door. Two bodyguards are in front of it.
"How is J-Mr Jeon?" I ask breathlessly.
"No vital damage. His right arm is broken though. Open fracture. And he lost a lot of blood. He got three stiches forehead." I clench my jaw at the news, feeling furious that I wasn't there. I don't know if I would've been able to do something. Probably not. But still.
