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"Let's have a little show here, sweetheart" I felt a chill run down my spine as Jungkook’s words hung in the air, heavy with menace.
I stared at him, trying to gauge his intentions, but his expression was unreadable, a mask of calculated control.
“What do you mean by a show?” I managed to say, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to sound strong.
I wanted to appear strong, but the fear clawing at my insides made it hard to maintain my composure.
His smirk widened, a sinister glint in his eyes. “Oh, you’ll see. I think it’s time you understood the lengths I’m willing to go to ensure you’re on my side.”
Jungkook straightened, an air of dominance enveloping him as he sank back onto the sofa, settling into the role of a king on his throne.
I felt a wave of dread wash over me as he picked up his phone, the casualness of his movements contrasting sharply with the tension in the room.
“Get everyone in here,” he said, his voice steady and commanding. “All of you come inside the apartment.”
My heart raced. Who was he summoning?
After a moment that felt like an eternity, a bunch of men all dressed in black entered the apartment, their presence imposing and unsettling. I stepped back instinctively, my heart pounding in my chest as I took in the scene.
“Who are they?” I demanded, my voice shaking slightly as I turned to Jungkook, desperation creeping in.
“What are you planning?”
He watched me with a cool, calculating gaze, the corners of his lips twitching into a smirk. “They work for me, and they're here to ensure everything goes smoothly,” he replied nonchalantly.
I felt a rush of panic. “Smoothly? What does that even mean? This isn’t a game, Jungkook!”
I could feel the weight of the room closing in, the tension thickening with every passing second.
