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I woke up with my head pounded, and body sore. I rubbed my eyes, slowly sitting up in the large bed I was in looking around to notice I was not in my room.

One my body there had been bandages were I was either bruised at. Like on my arm.

I looked around to see a unfamiliar room. A large one at that. Everything in here was properly worth more then my scholarship.

I turned my attention towards the room door as it opened. "Morning, Ms.Brooks" a girl dressed in a familiar maid outfit said before bowing to me.

My mom is literally going to kill me.

"I hope you slept well. To the left of you leads to the bathroom where you will find reliever for your headache, and clothes for you to wear after your shower. Breakfast will be served in thirty minutes where you will meet Mr. Yoongi" she informs me before I could ask any questions she shut the door.

After a long shower, and brushing my teeth I changed into the clothes that was laid out for me.

I then walked the room, to see the maid. She slightly smiled at me, I nod following her downstairs.

She opened the door, allowing me to walk into the large dining room which I remember. Last time I was here, the words I exchanged towards Yoongi wasn't so nice.

He looked up from his phone, and watched as I entered the room. He stood up and pulled out the chair for me to sit next to him.

I sat down without making a fuss or trying to fight him on it. "How'd you sleep?" He asked making conversation.

"Fine"

"Did you take the pills?" He asked me.
I nodded, as I watch him pour me a glass of Orange juice. Why was he being so nice to me?

It didn't make sense to me.
"You shouldn't take medicine on a empty stomach. You should eat and don't tell me your not hungry" he says causing me to nod.

It was a shocker not only to me but also to him that I wasn't fighting him. Usually I'd be insulting him by now. But I was too tired and too grateful to do any of that.

I began to eat the amazing meal that was prepared for us. "Last night did you happen to know the man that... tried... to. You know" he managed.

"No" I responded not wanting to speak about that. Ever again. It's embarrassing enough people already knew about it.

I don't like feeling this way. Weak. It makes me look defeated or like I'm some princess who needs some one to save me.

"He's was an employee that worked at my fathers company before we fired him back in 2012" he explains.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked because I could careless who that fucker worked for. Yesterday he tried to take advantage of me, he made me look and feel weak. Like I was some victim.

He lets out a sigh, "I'm telling you this because investigators think it wasn't an attack directly to target you. It was to target me" he tells me causing me to look up at up.

That didn't make sense. They guy seemed as if he didn't even know you.

"I know it sounds ridiculous but he saw us dancing together, he most likely assumed that we were together... and I promise you he won't be able to hurt you anymore... I wo- I cut him off.

"can we please talk about something else?" I already had a headache, thinking about it just made my head pound more.

"yesterday, I told you that dancing with any girl was my first" he states causing me to look up at him again.

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