Run → JIKOOK

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Each day being trapped here had Jungkook feeling more anxious, because as the days passed by it only signified one thing - his chances of getting out of here are running slim. That the longer he stayed here, he won't be able to leave.

His gaze fell on his thighs; the doctor who administered his medicine was an excellent one that in just a few days he had recovered full well and the scars were definitely a shade away before finally fading.

He stood up only to wear his robe, he didn't feel like dressing up at all, it was almost like the place was feeding off on his energy and will to live. The white cotton robe perfectly blended with his milky white skin, he tied the robe over his waist before dashing out to eat his breakfast.

He'd plan to starve himself but after that incident and Mr. Park had taken notice how frail his body is, he took it to himself to constantly make sure Jungkook is being fed and taken his supplements.

He wanted to ditch everything, but his instincts were telling him he won't like it when he gets Mr. Park mad.

He sat at the table while the seat on the head of the table was inevitably reserved to the owner of such domain.

Mr. Park.

Jungkook scanned the table, if it was himself he would have had no appetite to eat but because of the supplements and vitamins he was taking, hunger strike him like an old foe - unexpected and with brute force.

He fought the urge to eat a lot and so he took a slice of bread, scrutinizing them into tiny pieces so it would take long for him to desire for another and when he does, it would be too late.

He caught the whiff of striking dominance in the air, heavy footsteps were hinting towards the table.

He's here.

Jungkook could feel it every time he was near, he guessed, even the people around him too because all of them stood in line beside the table.

The man sat down, he wore an all-black suit ensemble, the muscles on his body recoiling at his movements when he plopped himself down with a commanding attitude.

He looked like a devil in a corporate attire but Jungkook knew that this man was not in the business world, he was not suited there. This man worked underground, Mr. Park worked dangerously and most of all, illegally.

He's in the mafia, Jungkook was not stupid, he got the notion and working in the area where people trade their souls for money, this wasn't an unusual occurrence. Though, encountering and being involved with a head member of the mafia, is highly unusual and seemed impossible - but Jungkook was born with an incredible sense of misfortune.

"Is that all your eating?" He spoke, and Jungkook might have tensed at the sound of his voice that was so strict and judging.

He wanted to say yes, but his lips were glued with tension.

"I asked you,"

"I... I really don't eat much,"

His knuckles collided with the table, causing Jungkook to involuntarily jerk.

"There's a lot of people dying from hunger and a lot of people from the slums willing to kill a soul just to have something to eat and you tell me, you don't eat much?"

"Look at you! For Christ's sake! You're so fucking thin!" Mr. Park angrily scowled at him. "That damn Kim! He's so fucking incompetent, he gave a bunch of vitamins and supplements that don't even work!"

Jungkook really didn't want to gain weight. His legs were slender and he has a very trim waist which these features are the customers on the club are dying to touch. They were all crazy for this and if he gains weight then everything might be over for him.