BOUND BY HATRED | Sookook

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Jisoo

"WHAT?" Jennie screamed from the other side if the phone. I clutched the cell phone tighter and somehow managed to both throw it on the floor.

"You're getting married to the Jeon Jungkook? Fuck dude! This is awesome!" She said as I could practically hear the excitement in her voice.

Just because he's a freaking billionaire that doesn't mean she has to create such hype. I mean I was never interested in marriage and now I'm going to marry one of the most influential men in the country. She has to be concerned about me instead of acting all happy over my marriage.

"I don't want to marry him, Jen" I whispered loud enough for her heat me.

"Then why you agreed to marry him? And no, don't give me the bullshit that your father is forcing you for it. I mean I know you babe, there's nobody on this world who can force you to do something you don't want. You're Kim Jisoo For god's sake. The most badass girl I've ever seen" she said in a duh tone.

I sighed.

I'm not that strong, Hen. I've my weak points which are like catacombs. No matter how hard I try, I'll never be able to escape them. I'm marrying him only for my mother or else I've no interest in him. Without saying anything, I ended the call and tossed my phone aside.

I looked at me pans which were wrapped in a cotton napkin. The blood has dried but the pain was sharp. I should find a way to control my anger issue or one day I'll end up hurting myself badly.

I exhaled a deep breath and tried to force a smile on my lips. It's okay. Everything will be fine. I mean soon I'll get to meet my mother, what else do I need in my life? I took out a packet of chocolate from my nightstand and was about to unwrap it when I heard a knock on my door.

Eh? Who it could be? Dad and that bitchy stepmother never came to my room.

"Come in!", I said, reluctantly and as soon the door swung open, my jaw dropped in surprise that person.

"Jeon Jungkook?" I mouthed his name and circled my eyebrows, trying to make the nastiest face to let him know how displeased I am to see him.

He walked straight inside the room without paying any attention at my face which made me snicker under my breath in disbelief. What does he think of himself? Acting as if he owns the damn world? Well, wow! Wake up dude. You may be the billionaire but for me, you're just a weirdo who doesn't even know how to react.

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked, clenching my jaw. But he didn't reply and that raised my temper. Seriously? Right after walking into my room, he's ignoring me.

"You freaking Asshole..." I mumbled under my breath.

Without uttering a single word, he sat at the corner of my bed and that's when my eyes fell on the first aid box in his hand. And the next, I know he held my wrist and stared at my palms for a second before removing the blood-drenched cotton napkin from my palm.

Honestly, I didn't know how to react to his sudden action. His grip on my wrist was gentle and warm. And nobody in my family has done this before. Nobody cared for my sufferings. He applied the ointment as softly as he could not die once I felt the urge to resist him. After that, he wrapped a cotton bandage around my palm and let go of his hold on my wrist.

I stayed still, not understanding how to react. I mean always had a soft corner for the people who care about me because care is the only thing that I craved most ever since I was a child.

Shit. Now I feel sorry for him. I shouldn't have humiliated him like that. "Thank you!" I whispered. As I bite the corner of my lips and stared at my bandaged hand for a few seconds before shifting my eyes to his black suit which had imprints of the noodles that I threw over him.