The Prince and the Rose (Liskook) [discontinued]

Prologue

It has been nine hours.

Nine. Frigging. Hours.

In that span of time people got up and went to work, had breakfast, kissed their loved ones multiple times, had a bath, argued, went shopping, played games on the computer and perhaps squeezed in time for a nap.

But not Jeon Jungkook.

He merely lay on his bed, eyes on the ceiling, never shifting, never moving.

One would be forgiven for thinking he had died with his eyes wide open.

"Honey? The boys are here....do you want to see them?"

He didn't reply.

"Will you be coming down to eat sweetie?" his mother tried again.

Silent as a pharaoh's tomb.

"I made your favourite. I'll save a plate for you okay?"

He heard his mother's footsteps receding from behind his bedroom's door and then he was alone once more.

Alone.

Jungkook clenched his teeth, fighting the deluge of anger threatening to explode. If he gave in, he was sure he'd wreck his room and punch holes in walls.

This was all the calm before the storm, and he was delaying the imminent destruction as long as he could by shutting down and refusing to acknowledge the cold, hard facts.

He had purposefully locked himself up in a dark prison at the back of his mind, suspended in a blissful state of unfeeling.

Because once the cold numbness faded, he knew, he just knew, that the all-consuming rage he had been holding back would be unleashed like a hurricane.

And there was no stopping the ravaging pain and utter misery that would overtake his senses once he realised he was never seeing her again.