𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒

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"Until I know that you won't be any trouble, you will not be allowed to leave this room except for when I have an evening work function and require your attendance. Meals will be provided for you at regular intervals. You will have television; there's a flat-screen that folds out from inside the wall by the door. I'll expect you to be able to make small talk about the news and whatnot with my colleagues and clients, if necessary. I take it you've found the en-suite bathroom."

She nodded, trying to keep calm-from rising in a rage and striking him-lunging for his neck-

"If I decide that you've earned the privilege, you will be allowed to move about the house and the ground-accompanied, of course-and you will have access to my library. Additionally, at that time, I will allow you to use the phone to get in touch with your family. The line will be monitored-in fact, all the lines in this house are monitored, save for the one in my private study, where you are certainly not allowed." As if she would get past the security in any case...

Rosé's cheeks reddened. "You mean you'll let me speak to my brothers?" Monitored line, but still-

"Of course. I'm not a monster, Miss Park."

Your actions would indicate otherwise. "Ah-well, in any case-thank you. I hope to prove that I won't be a problem for you soon-" Layering a thin quavery strand of supplication into her voice.

Jimin leaned down to refill his coffee cup. "You will be clothed, fed, and cared for in any medical way that ends up being necessary. You've heard the terms of your stay; now, do you have any questions, Miss Park?"

"How long will I be here, Jimin?" She gazed up at him, eyes slightly pleading, framed by thick lashes. Tell me, you asshole-

Jimin's face darkened. Voice slightly rough at the edges.

"Until I determine that your foolish family has suffered enough."

The fury-the humiliation he'd faced-all because of this woman's idiot brother-

Rosé nodded, lowering her eyes to her lap. "I see."

I will kill him. I will make him suffer,then i'll kill him.

Jimin rose from his seat and studied her, pursing his lips. Her posture straight. Calm. Dignified. Like a queen.

She's taking this rather well, considering…

"My personal tailor and stylist will be coming shortly to take your measurements. He and his assistants will be making you a dress. You will be accompanying me to a work dinner this evening, and I will expect you to be ready at seven o'clock-in fact, let me introduce you to the household staff…" Before Rosé could protest, he walked over to the door, cracked it slightly, and crooked his finger, calling the guard outside to him. Whispering a few words in his ear, Jimin nodded at the guard for confirmation before the beefy man walked down the hallway, his heavy tread fading in Rosé's ears.

Rosé gritted her teeth, not moving a muscle as the door opened again and pleasantries were exchanged. A few male and a female voice chattering amongst themselves and with Jimin quietly. "Mr. Park-" "sir-" "After all, sir-"

What the hell is he playing at, the bastard-pretending to his staff that I'm a guest here-how dare he-

"Miss Park…" Jimin walked over to her and cleared his throat, making her jump slightly.