"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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I can't see anything. My head is aching, and I feel strongly dizzy. I have no way of knowing what time it is, or where I am. Everything comes back to me with the painful reminder that Jimin is in league with Taehyung to destroy Jungkook.
I grunt in pain and try to bring my hand to my face only to find out I'm restrained.
Wherever I am, it's so dark.
"Mr Kim. She's awake."
"Taehyung...you fucker." I spit, jerking myself forward, trying to pull on the restraints, but to no avail.
I hear a door open and the room lights up.
I squint my eyes and look around. It seems like I'm in some kind of underground. There are no windows, only one door. Three men guard the door, and Taehyung is walking towards me.
"How d'you like it here, princess?" I glare daggers his way, wishing I could just end him.
"I'm going to kill you." I mutter darkly and he just walks to me casually, hands in his pockets, until he's right in front of me. He rests on hand on my thigh and I try to escape his sick touch.
His glance hardens and so does his grip.
"Stop moving. Now I have more than enough leverage to make sure you don't talk. I mean, Ellie, Jin, Jang Hoon and now Jungkook."
"I'll kill you!" I scream, jerking myself forward only earning a chuckle from an unimpressed Taehyung who stands up.
"I love you too, Hyejin." He plays with a knife between his fingers, walking around me. "Now, as I was saying, I have more than enough leverage. I don't need to kill you." I roll my eyes.
"Then why the fuck did you kidnap me and tie me to a chair?" I reply angrily.
A painful scream escapes my lips when the blade he was holding is driven in my thigh. My body shakes in pain and I feel the tears burning in my eyes.
"To make a point." Taehyung whispers, his lips grazing against my ear. I try to move away but his now bloody hand grasps my face, holding me in place. "See, you breaking into my house proves to me that you didn't quite get the part where no one is supposed to find out about my or Jimin's involvement, if you want the people you love to live."
My lips quivering, I look up into his eyes.
"And you didn't quite get the part where, if even one of these people dies, you're dead." I mutter darkly.
