The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

THREE

But.. Wait, Jungkook?? I opened my eyes and quickly sat on the bed. "What the fuck with this raunchy dream? With him??" I gently slapped on my cheeks to face the reality.

What is happening with me? Confusion gnawed at me as I tugged at my hair in frustration. Just then, Suho emerged from the bathroom, already dressed and asked me to take a shower. I got up and quickly brushed my teeth.

But where are my clothes? Ugh, I need to head back to my room. I informed Suho, and he suggested having breakfast before I went upstairs.

We both had breakfast and it was surprisingly good. I expressed my gratitude before heading back to my floor. It's still just 7:30 am, which means I have plenty of time until 9 to clean Mr. Jeon's place. I stepped into my room, only to jump in surprise as I saw him glaring deadly at me, gun pointed my way.

"Where were you last night? Why on earth are you still wearing those fucking clothes? Don't you get that simple thing in mind?" He erupted in a sudden outburst, pulling the trigger and firing a shot at me without any warning.

I didn't flinch when he did that but it was from him, his hands didn't even shake a bit. He held that gun steady as a rock. As the realization about this man truly sunk in. A scream burst out of me as I looked at him, his demeanor now devilish. I dropped to my knees, my heart pounding so hard against my chest that it felt like it would leap out of my throat.

Tears surged down my face, a torrent I couldn't control. I tried to suppress my cries, not wanting to further fuel his rage but those turned into muffled sobs.

My vision was blurred by the cascade of tears as I looked down at myself, wiggling my hands over my body, searching for any sign of blood or gunshot wounds as I didn't feel my body for a few seconds. I held my chest tightly.

He didn't shoot me. I'm fine, I'm fine. Sweat covered my body, drenching me unexpectedly. Shivers coursed through me. He came closer, shaking my shoulders.

"Stop crying for fuck sake. You're not that weak. Do you hear me? If you don't obey, next time my bullet won't miss anything" he threatened in deadly aggression squeezing my skin in his hold as I winced.

Hitting on my chest multiple times, choking on cries, I crawled towards the bathroom. I need to use the bathroom. I need water right now. I entered the bathroom in a crawling state, my mind unable to process why that had just happened.

My clothes were disheveled, exposing my lower body, but that wasn't what concerned me. With quivering hands, I turned on the shower, the cold water hitting my skin. I sat huddled under the stream, hugging my knees tightly, my body still shivering in fear.

I had never experienced anything like this before, never even imagined it. It was all too much for me. My mind felt like it had shut down. I couldn't say anything back.

He entered the bathroom. My head was bowed under the cold water, tears mixing with the stream as I sobbed. I knew he was there, but I couldn't summon the courage to look at him. He appeared terrifying, his demeanor, his aura, exuding an overwhelming sense of dread.

It was as though I was in some kind of hell. Until now, I had believed he was kind to me, but that belief evaporated today. His face was different from when I had first met him. He looked almost possessed, his emotions drained and his expression emotionless.

He approached me, gripping my head gently in his hands to lift it up. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, his gaze softened. "It's okay! It's fine." He carried my drenching figure and led me to a private elevator I had never seen before.

My heart hammered against my ribcage, threatening to escape through my mouth. I tried to look around, but his broad frame obstructed my view. This elevator was exclusively for him, opening directly to a door connected to his room — his secretive entrance. These were the prohibited areas of his chambers.