"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍"

CAN'T LIVE WITH HIM

I don't need this much level of security. I'm not a wild beast like he is. As I made my way to the entrance, I glanced at the guards standing there, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

Approaching one of the guards confidently, I noticed he appeared slightly older than me and was rather attractive. I wouldn't make the same mistake twice. I cleared my throat to get his attention and spoke,

"Ahem... Hi, oppa." He recognized me immediately. "Oh! Hi Haeun, what's with the mask?" His curiosity was evident, and I couldn't help but feel irritated; it seems Haeun knows everyone. Ah! Haeun why are you so popular?

"Actually, I'm not feeling well, oppa," I replied, attempting to sound convincing as he expressed concern. "Oh really? Let me check," he said, raising his hand to feel my forehead, but I quickly jerked it away.

"It's the flu, oppa; you might catch it," I said nervously, coughing dramatically, which seemed to convince him. But the only question is why is he blushing so hard.

"You really care about me," he remarked dramatically, and I sighed in disbelief at his reaction. God! Why people are weird in this mansion.

"Yeah!" I said, trying to be playful as I turned to see the gates opening, but it wasn't for me; it was for a luxurious Mercedes. Peeking inside, I saw the tinted windows making it hard to see, but I suspected it was Jungkook.

Why has he come back early? If he realizes I'm gone, I'm in serious trouble.

No way, this cannot be happening. The guard bowed to him, and I quickly followed suit, then sidestepped out of the gate.

My heart raced in my chest. Please, he cannot find out. As the cars drove inside, I hurried my farewells to the guard, glancing back several times And made my way out.

Once I was out of the guards' sight, I broke into a run. He wouldn't take long to discover I was missing. For thirty minutes, I ran, but all I could see were trees; there was no sign of civilization.

It was getting increasingly worse by the second. My legs were giving way, and I was gasping for breath. Finally, I stopped and turned back, finding no one in pursuit.

It seemed he didn't even care that I was gone. Sighing in relief while stretching my back, I suddenly heard a gunshot, sending me to the ground in sheer terror. I looked up in shock to see a bullet lodged in the tree next to me.

Panic surged through me as my legs shook and my hands trembled. What the hell?

Just as I was about to turn, another bullet zipped by with a loud crack. I dropped to my knees and covered my ears in horror. As It felt like a hopeless instinct, but it might just save my life. I who it would be but Is this monster going to kill me?

I hesitated to think about the gunfire. It had to be Jungkook. Why did he despise me so much?

I needed to escape; otherwise, I would miss my father's funeral. A tear slipped down my cheek, realizing how impossible that seemed to me. I buried my face in my legs as everything within me quaked with fear.

Tears welled against my closed eyelids as I struggled to breathe while wrestling with my emotions. Then it hit me. Oh no! I was on the verge of a panic attack again.

Every second felt like a living hell, haunted by thoughts of how he might end my life as the agony in my chest became unbearable. I envisioned him feeding me to his monsters.

Then, I felt cold metal on my forehead. Looking up, I saw Jungkook aiming a rifle at me, his eyes blazing with anger, making the pain in my heart intensify.

My mind went blank, but when our eyes met, fear shot down my spine. I felt my lower lip quiver as I bit it hard, struggling to breathe.

His finger moved to the trigger, sealing my fate in that instant. He's going to kill me, I thought, shutting my eyes and counting my last moments, but suddenly, he yanked me up by my wrist with intence force as it jerked me off my thoughts.

I glared up at him, hissing in pain. "Let me go, Jeon. Please, leave me," I pleaded, tugging at his hand, but it was no use. I couldn't face that hell again. He continued to pull me along.

Tears streamed down my face as I envisioned a life devoid of love, care, or respect. My existence was consumed by hatred, revenge, abuse, and pain, and I was at my breaking point.

The emotional pain had lessened, but the physical hurt from him was still there, and I couldn't endure much more. He was the very person I detested.

I couldn't survive with him; it would only lead to my soul's demise.

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