The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

THIRTY

I somehow managed to lay him down on the bed. Hurrying to the bathroom, I soaked a small towel in cold water, hoping to relieve the heat that consumed him. Returning to his side, I pressed the cool cloth against his feverish forehead. He gripped my wrist tightly. It was a burning powerful grip that made me wince in my own recovering state.

"I-I think you've high fever. Jungkook, please let me help you.." I tried to suppress my cries looking at him who was in so much pain and anger. He jerked my hand away.

"It will be worse for you if you stay here for a few more seconds. I said just get the f*ck out of here.." he shouted.

He was burning up and maybe I was intensifying his anger more and more. But I couldn't bear to leave him in this state, and he wasn't calling someone for help. "Please, you can shout at me later. You need.."

Suddenly he got up and gripped my hand, still looking somewhere. "Such a real ass pain! You never listened to me, always doing whatever you want to, no matter what.." he groaned again loudly whilst he was dragging me towards the backside elevator.

I grabbed his jaw tightly, making him look at me. Our gaze met. His bloodshot eyes were tearing up. His face altered dangerously etched with pain while his groaning still persisted.

"Jungkook what's this? Are you suffering from something serious? Let me call a doctor."

Escaping from his hard grip as he started pulling his hair, I reached out to his mobile and about to dial Mr. Kim's number to know what exactly he needs right now. I felt him looping around my abdomen, and he pressed his arm against it harshly, right where I had been experiencing pain earlier, pulling me away. I whimpered and managed to turn around.

He grabbed the mobile, and hurled it on the floor breaking it into pieces. "Don't provoke me m-more by your presence." He was struggling to even speak. My mind was blocked momentarily and I couldn't find what to do.

I hugged his blazing figure, "please tell me what is happening to you?" He jerked me off instantly. "So you will again cook up something with Jimin against me?" He literally dragged me forcefully, pressing his imprint he shoved me inside the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, I realized I disappointed him by aligning with Mr. Park, even though I believed Jungkook was at fault from the very beginning. I retreated to my room, my mind consumed with thoughts of what was happening to him.

I eventually found the courage to return to the elevator, my heart was crying out to be with him. But as I approached the entrance, my heart sank as the elevator denied me access. Panic set in, and I rushed to the hallway outside, only to discover that the door had been locked from the outside, leaving me trapped once again on the seventh floor.

I remained there for five more painful days and my attempts to sneak out went in vain. Despite the security the material used in this room is non breakable. I reluctantly gave up on trying to break free and instead waited for him to return as he told me that I won't show my face until he tells me, so I believed in his words for some reasons.

During this captivity, I had heard from the maids that Jungkook's health is improving. However, the door to my room only opened for meal deliveries, and the number of guards stationed outside had multiplied to nearly 15 or more men.

Does he really think that I can even trick all those men? Whoa is it some kind of movie where I have all the superpowers?

I wanted to see him so badly, I don't know if it's right or wrong but I see no wrong when I'm with him. Eva is on the bed and I know she won't do anything in my presence.

Jungkook's Pov

My body felt like it was on fire. It was an emotional and physical breakdown. The flames of desire were scorching, but so was my anger. I could feel it coursing through me like a violent storm. At that moment, I was mad at myself for letting things get this far. Mad at my woman who was trying to intervene, for trying to help when I couldn't even help myself.