"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍"

HATE

Where am I supposed to sleep? I paused for a moment, not wanting to suggest that I wanted to lie next to him. But what about me, Jeon? I saw him comfortably asleep on his massive king-sized bed, leaving no space for me making me pout.

Am I expected to sleep on the cold floor? It was definitely chilly, and the draft made it even worse. Oh, Jeon Jungkook! I sighed, taking in the lavish decor of the room.

How did this guy accumulate so much wealth so quickly? I suspected he might be involved with some shady business. As I scanned the room for any place to sleep rather than the floor, as I spotted a black sofa that looked incredibly inviting, pulling me towards it almost instinctively.

I could manage on this couch, but not for the long term. I tiptoed over to it, trying to avoid any trouble. I didn't want to start another fight, especially since he always came out on top, leaving me in tears.

Just as I was about to settle in, I heard his voice. "Are you allowed to sleep there?" His deep, clear voice made me freeze, sweat trickling down my forehead. Wait, could this mean my wish was granted? I could sleep in another room!?

A large smile spread across my face. Maybe he's not such a bad guy after all; even if he is, at least I'd have my own space. But as I moved toward the door, his annoying comment halted me.

"But you can't go out either." Did I mishear him? If I can't sleep on the couch or in another room, where am I supposed to sleep, In the balcony? "Pardon?" I asked, unsure if I heard correctly.

"I know you heard me," he smirked, keeping his eyes closed. How does he always sense my presence? Maybe he's a witch or something, or I'm just radiating such bad energy that everyone feels my ghostly aura.

He opened his eyes, his gaze traveling to the mirror, sending a shiver down my spine. A question arose in my mind:

But where am I supposed to sleep?

Please don't make me sleep on the cold floor again. I am the princess who felt the stones under ten expensive mattresses. I sighed heavily. "So, where should I sleep?" I challenged him, but he remained silent as I glared at him.

"Tell me, Jeon." Just please don't make me sleep next to you, I prayed. "And if you put me on the floor, I'll make you regret it!"

"I don't like anyone around me, so you can sleep on the balcony," he replied, and I felt my soul start to leave my body. What the hell!? That's even worse than I imagined! Does he think I'm some kind of superhero? I can't handle the cold.

It will freeze me to death. No way am I sleeping out there, Jeon Jungkook. No way! This guy has lost it.

But he laughed, getting out of bed and moving towards me, making me back up until he grabbed my hand tightly. It took me a second to realize he was dragging me to the balcony despite my efforts to resist. "Let go of me, Jeon!" I hissed angrily.

He opened the window and practically threw me onto the floor. I groaned in pain. "Enjoy your night, darling," he said with a sly smirk that made me want to wipe it off his face.

I was furious. "DARLING?! Don't call me that, you jerk!" But before I could get up to confront him, he slammed the door shut and pulled the curtains closed before I could finish my sentence.

What a jerk! I banged on the door as if imagining it was his face. "Jeon, please open up. It's freezing out here." I tried to appeal to him, but he was still that same icy jerk, with a heart made of stone. NO, even that stone must have left his chest!

Just then, a frigid breeze hit my back, making me shiver to the bone. Great, it looks like it's about to snow. I turned to see tiny snowflakes falling. Lucky me! I cursed myself a million times-definitely a billion curses aimed at him too.

Looking for a place to rest, I found only a chair. No way am I sleeping in that! Darn it, I'm going to have to endure this entire night because of you. It looks like I have no choice but to sleep here, in this tiny chair.

I hate you, Jeon Jungkook... I hate you so much...

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