"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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One month later.
| Hyejin
I park the car and exit it, walking in the crowded park. I purposely chose a public spot to make sure he doesn't try anything funny. I look down at my phone acting casual. Taehyung will find me.
I start walking in the sunny park, enjoying the bright trees, the scent of freshly cut grass...
"I didn't think you'd come." I turn around and stare at the man standing in front of me, standing tall, in his longue beige coat. He looks so normal... But he's a complete psycho... With a sharp tilt of his head he shakes the strands of dark hair away from his eyes.
"I didn't think I would either." I admit, staring at him defyingly, ready to lash out at him if he makes one wrong move.
"Are you recording anything that will be said? Wires?" He asks suspiciously and I shake my head honestly. "Well excuse me if I don't believe you." He argues, stepping forward but the second he does I step back.
Taehyung chuckles and lifts his hands up.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Hyejin. If I was I wouldn't have agreed to a public space." He points out and I still don't let him come close. "Then show me your phone, and empty your fucking pockets. I'm not stupid."
I so as asked, showing my phone and the insides of my pockets. He eyes me up and down and before I can react, he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him, his hand on my back.
"Don't move." He spits defyingly, a sharp blade in contact with my skin through my shirt. With his free hand he pats my back and waist for wires. The proximity makes me sick. I glare hard at him, pulling out my own blade, lifting my arm around his neck. To a bystander, it would just look like a flirty girlfriend move but Taehyung stares bewildered, not understanding at first. But when the small, sharp blade comes in contact with the skin of his neck he closes his eyes, sighing deeply, knowing he lost that one.
"Take your dirty hands off of my body, you fucking asshole." I spit in his face, my free hand sliding down to take his hand in my back and take his blade from him.
The second I've got it, I push him back transparently enough and put away the two blades.
"I told you that I don't have wires and that I'm not recording, so how about you let it go and say what you've come here to say. If you recall, I'm not the one lying and breaking promises all the time. That's you."
