"Can you try to not like me? Maybe if you do, then I'll learn to not like you back."
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While having to protect himself from the demons of his past, Jin has a duty to protect Jungkook, the spoiled son of a billionaire business tycoon. His life is one...
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One Week Later
Jungkook flipped through the pages of the book in his hand. It was the Maze Runner series and he was currently on the last book. Over the last week, he’d read The Divergent Series and The Hunger Games Series, he’d done everything to keep his head busy, because the last time he’d been in his own head, he’d tried jumping out the window.
But there had been bodyguards erected just under it. His room was located on the 3rd floor and a fall from that height would shatter his bones or kill him, but he’d felt suffocated in his room. He’d banged on the door, screamed at the top of his lungs and cried his voice away, but the door remained locked.
The only time it was open was when a maid came to deliver his food. The first two days, he’d rejected all the meals, going on a hunger strike and that lasted until he had passed out from dizziness. His parents hadn’t visited since that day and everybody he asked about Jin shunned him, even the stupid guards and maids.
A knock sounded on the door causing him to lift his head from the book. He remained sitting on his chair and heard the door unlock, and then push open. A maid strolled in with a tray of food. “Young Master, your lunch is ready,” she said.
“Take it away, I’m not hungry,” he said, tearing his eyes from her and focusing his gaze on the table. He'd barely just ate breakfast, after all.
But she didn’t take the food away, instead she settled it on the table in front of him, and stood up straight. “Are you deaf?” He snapped at her, his glare intensifying as he scanned her tiny figure.
“You’d really like it,” she said, her gaze soft and sympathetic. She nodded her head softly, her expression giving off an undecipherable message.
What the hell? He watched her in confusion as she bowed her head.
“I’ll be back in an hour to clear the plate. I hope you enjoy it,” She said before backing away and walking out of the room, shutting it behind her. Once again, he heard the locks latch.
After she had gone, he dropped the book by the side of his chair and scooted forward. He stared at the plate. There was a large ceramic plate, covered with a steel lead, a set of cutleries, a glass of juice, a glass of water and a plate of sliced fruits. What was so special about this?
He lifted the lid and his eyes narrowed at the napkin on the plate. He picked it up cautiously and unwrapped the napkin to find a phone. It was a small one with buttons. A burner phone. His gaze shifted to the door, expecting it to burst open but it stayed in place.
He clicked the middle button. The screen came to life and he saw a call was ongoing, reading by the seconds. It had already recorded 10 minutes and was still counting.
Slowly, he brought his up to his ear. He let out a shaky breath, licking his lips before speaking into it. “Hello?”
