𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Chapter 30

[Y/n's pov]:

"Jungkook, you are getting me wrong.." I managed to utter, his eyes unwilling to break eye contact at any cost.

"I did not disobey you..I just-"

"You just what?" His eyes blazed with an intense rage that sent shivers down my spine.

I was taken aback by the furious look in his eyes, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably.

It felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room, making it hard for me to find my voice.

"I..I came to hand over your phone to you," I finally managed to stammer, my voice barely audible.

I held out the phone towards him, my hands shaking with a mix of fear and confusion.

His dark eyes shifted towards the cellphone in my hand, his expression still filled with anger.

Without a word, he snatched the phone from my grasp, his fingers gripping it tightly.

His gaze fixated on the screen as he checked the missed calls, his brows furrowing even deeper.

"You got too many missed calls from a number-" I began, but before I could finish my sentence, his voice cut through the air, laced with frustration.

"Did you pick up the call?" he demanded, his tone sharp and demanding.

Seeing the frustration growing on his face, my heart raced as I tried to find my words. "I saw the missed call and-"

"DID YOU PICK UP THE CALL OR NOT?!" he interrupted me again, his voice growing colder with every passing second.

Like he only needed the answer to his question...

"I accidentally pressed the receive button, but I quickly cut it off," I replied, my voice quivering with fear.

I had never seen him this angry before, and it left me feeling bewildered and on edge.

Hearing my response, he took a step away from me and abruptly turned around, his back facing me as he walked towards his room.

The tension in the air lingered, leaving me standing there, my mind racing with questions. What had just happened? Why did he get so angry over a phone call?

I glanced down at my trembling hands, still in shock from the encounter. Fear coursed through my veins, leaving me with a lingering sense of unease.

[End of y/n's pov]

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[Author's pov]:

Jungkook stormed into his room, slamming the door shut with a resounding bang.

He made his way to the edge of his bed, taking a seat with a heavy sigh.

His eyes fixated on the phone in his hand, its presence was like a constant reminder of the turmoil he was facing within.

His grip tightened around the device as he took a few moments to gather his thoughts before dialing the number.

After a few rings, the call was finally answered, and a deep, authoritative voice resonated from the other end.

The voice belonged to an older man in his 50s, stern and serious.

"When are you planning on visiting me?" the voice asked, its tone strict and unyielding.

Jungkook didn't bother to answer the question, his frustration evident in his voice as he replied straightforwardly, "What do you want?"

"How long are you planning on running away?" the voice persisted, causing Jungkook's fists to clench even tighter.