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Jungkook's POV:
My mind was racing with thoughts, trying to figure out how I could make even more money from the mermaid I stumbled upon. I knew she was an incredible find, something that most people only read about in books.
But how could I sell such a valuable creature without anyone finding out about her? The thought made me feel sick to my stomach. I didn't want to be known as the man who kidnapped a mermaid and then sold her into some sort of twisted show.
I couldn't stand the thought of her being locked up in some tank, unable to swim freely and explore the wonderful underwater world in which she lived. She was a beautiful, sentient being, and she deserved to be free.
But the thought of making a profit from her was still lurking in the back of my mind. It seemed like such a waste to release her back into the water, knowing she could make me a fortune.
I sat in silence, my thoughts churning over and over.
Finally, I realized what I needed to do. I couldn't sell the mermaid, and I couldn't keep her captive. I had to find a way to make sure she was protected and healthy, while still finding a way to profit from her existence.
It wouldn't be easy, but I had to try. It was the right thing to do, not only for the mermaid but for all beings that lived in the ocean.
With a newfound resolve, I decided to start doing some research, trying to find a way to keep her safe and profitable. It was going to be a difficult task, but I knew I couldn't give up. I had to do everything in my power to protect this incredible creature.
My phone rang, startling me out of my thoughts. I reluctantly answered, already feeling the stress of the situation.
"Hey," I said, my voice tinged with aggravation.
"Well hello there, son," my father said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was just thinking about you. Are you free tonight?"
I swallowed nervously. "What do you need, Dad?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.
"I was hoping you could come over for dinner," he replied, his voice still coated with sarcasm. "I haven't seen you in a while."
I grimaced. The last thing I wanted to do was spend time with my father, but I didn't want to give him any ammunition to use against me. "I can't tonight," I said, trying to keep my voice firm.
"Oh, come on," my father said, his tone shifting to one of irritation. "What do you have that's so important?"
My temper began to boil over. "I'm busy," I snapped, my voice rising slightly.
My father's tone changed to one of anger. "What do you mean, 'busy,' son? Do you think you're too good to spend time with your family?"
I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my cool. "I just have some things to take care of," I said, my voice taking on a tone of finality.
"I don't care , I waiting for you," my father said, his voice dripping with resentment. I could hear the anger in his voice as he hung up the phone.
I sat there, feeling a mixture of frustration and guilt wash over me. My relationship with my father had always been strained, but I couldn't ignore the fact that he was still my father. I sighed, wondering if there was any way to mend the rift between us.
