Mafia Fate | Jeon Jungkook x OC ✔️

Chapter 6

Yeri's POV

More than a week passed and I had been in the room, locked up because Jungkook didn't let me out at any cost.

The only interaction I had with was Doctor Park when she came to check up my wound. Food was brought to me once every day, by one of the workers, and sometimes they'd stay for a few minutes and talk to me, but usually, they would just give me the food and leave immediately.

I hadn't seen that bastard since he had locked me up and honestly, I was thankful. Everyone whom I had met so far had been more or less polite and kind to me other than Jungkook; not that I expected him to be kind or something.

But the workers whom I interacted with at times, kept on telling me that Jungkook wasn't as bad of a man as I thought he was.

Like that is going to change my opinion about him.

They didn't know our past and they didn't know why he treated me like that but I knew and I knew we both heated each other more than anything in the whole world.

Doctor Park had visited me yesterday, telling me that my thigh will be okay. She also told me she won't be visiting from then on.

I was kind of sad since she had been really kind to me all this time and she had helped me a lot but she assured me she would visit if she got a chance.

Since she was one of the senior doctors in Jungkook's mafia hospital, it was quite difficult for her to pay me visits often.

I had just done my morning routine when a maid came inside and brought me my breakfast. I thanked her and as I was about to eat, the door slammed open.

I looked up to see Jungkook standing there, lazily leaning on the door frame.

"Thank you, I will be taking it from here," he told the maid and she left the room.

I rolled my eyes and started eating my food.

"As much as I hate to say and do this, we need to talk," he told me.

I just kept eating.

"Look at me when I talk," he told me sternly.

"Oh you were talking; I didn't know," I told him innocently and batted my eyelashes at him, then continued eating my food.

I heard a deep growl come from inside his chest. It would have sounded hot – only, it didn't.

"Be downstairs in ten minutes. Wear something suitable; you're going to train," he told me in a bored voice and then left.

I stopped eating. Why was he asking me to train? I had the urge to keep him waiting but for some reason I didn't.

Setting aside my breakfast, I went to the walk-in closet and wasn't surprised to find all kinds of active wear there.

Moreover, I wasn't surprised when each item of clothing or footwear from this closet fitted me perfectly. Of course it did; he knew my size very well.

From what I figured, he had been after me for a long time which meant that he had done his research and also gotten down to what size I wore; even to my underwear.

Quickly putting my attire on and making a high ponytail with a matching band that I found with my clothes, I raced downstairs and found Jungkook leaning against the entrance double doors.

He was clad in all black again. A black shirt, with a black leather jacket and black pants underneath, along with black, thigh length dress boots.

When he looked at me, he stood straight and checked me out, head to toe.