An androgynous closeted freshman will find himself trapped in the hands of the campus' evil bully.
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Jungkook grows up in a less fortunate family where studying in a luxurious school is an impossible wish.
That's why when he receives an invitatio...
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Jungkook POv
"Don't you dare step a foot or else!" I warned. He smirked at me. What the hell? How do I open this smart fucking door! Should I use my strength now and break this things. He wouldn't charge me, right?
The phone! Yes, the phone!
I took my phone and end the video recording. I immediately went to my contacts to call Trevor.
Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Argh!
I scrolled more and clicked Suga number. Pick up. Pick up. Please, pick your fucking phone up!
I winced when someone snatched my phone.
My eyes grew big when I realized that Taehyung is already standing beside me. He looks down at me with his serious handsome face. He thinks he intimidates me?
"Your phone's signal will not work in here," he said in a low voice. I glared at him. I'm trying to comfort myself by believing that he's just bluffing right now, but the serious look on his face makes me want to think otherwise.
Why is he being like this?!
"Open this damn door now." I frantically stared at his dead bored eyes. How can he make his gray eyes turned dark? He's scaring the hell out of me.
This place is remote controlled and has an ability to cut off a phone's signal. I'm sure that even if I loose my voice from screaming my ass, no one will hear me. This walls are sound proof.
A perfect room to torture people.
Is that what he's going to do to me now? Is he going to kill me? Beat me to death?
"Your eyes," he whispered. A line formed in between my brows. Wat did he say? "Your eyes tell me a lot about you." He smiled.
"Can you dance?" he asked out out of the blue. I frowned at him. I don't know what the hell he's trying to say, but I'm not interested. I'd rather think of a way to get out of here.
I scanned his room as he continues to stare at me like l'm a piece of art.
I landed my eyes on the chair where he was sitting a few moments ago. There is the remote control. It's chilling on armchair. I just need to run my ass there and figure out how to open this door.
"I asked you a question," he said. I diverted my eyes from him. How dare he demand an answer from me. He's curious if I can dance? Does that matter right now?!
"If you're so interested then find out yourself," I said in the most loathing way. His jaw clenched.
Wrong move? I shouldn't have said that. The plan was to deceive him. Argh!
"I really like your tough ass. I wonder what it feels," he said maniacally.
I was about to push when he pulled out something from his pocket.
