Jeon Jungkook.
A treasure comes to light among the seven.
With his large, perceptive eyes, he was determined to explore the vast universe, and nothing could stand superior to him.
Throughout his life, the young boy has solely known of a "Princel...
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Being confined to my room, engulfed in apathy and remorse, my whirlwind of thoughts approached a standstill at the sound of keys jingling -- a sound that must have been them being fumbled into the keyhole, to allow the door to be opened of my now shady and somber room which truly mirrored its appearance, at the moment.
Well, it seems like whoever witless is behind the door doesn't even care to give a knock before barging into someone's room.
An Irate Demon entered.
Stepping inside, his gaze landed upon my figure lying in the center of my bed with knees being raised as I had my head leaned against the upholstered leather cushioned headboard of the bed, probably arising to be comfortable when, in reality, I felt anything but.
Apart from Namjoon Hyung, nobody cared enough to pay me attention, making me drown in remorse more than ever, as I somehow blamed myself for being so defiant. If only I had listened to Mom and let her rest, it may not have ended up in adversity. Mom wouldn't have had to visit the hospital, either.
Perhaps.
"Seriously, Kook!? Having fun on Elev8!?"
Taehyung's bark didn't budge me; rather, I continued fidgeting with my fingers, as if nothing, deliberately putting him insolently.
Jimin Hyung was disappointed enough that he didn't even come to check on me in my room, while Taehyung, as expected, seemed to be reacting, furiously. Regarding Hobi Hyung, he accompanied Dad to the hospital, leaving Jin Hyung, who also didn't make his appearance until now.
Oh, Jin Hyung, where are you?
Before I could make a move, one of his large hands grabbed the hold of my feet, to which I finally looked up, and he dragged me toward himself as effortlessly as possible. Taehyung's eyes shot those piercing glares in my direction; without giving me a spare moment to react, he forcibly stretched my feet until they touched the ground, and by tightening his hold, he straightened up my back.
As his fingers brushed against the surface of my chin, I was compelled to meet his menacing sight, nonetheless, got me no flinching even in return, surprisingly.
"How many times have I told you not to play with anyone's health?" Taehyung's growl intensified, "To not be a freakin' defiant!? How many times, huh!?"
I lowered my gaze back to my lap when he grabbed my hand, making me unawares, and jerking it harshly.
"You better answer me, Kook!"
His demand absolutely fueled my headstrong.
The more authoritative he became, the more I desired to confront him with stubborn resolve.
"Don' you dare push me!" Taehyung let out a high-pitched, holler, causing me to slightly flinch in return, "I already have half a mind to slap you hard enough to land you on the floor!"
