Devil Contract ✓

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❝ Medicines❞
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JUNGKOOK PARKED THE CAR, TURNING THE engine off, we both sat in silence, he wasn't the cruel man anymore, he was drowning in his own pool of emotions. I stared at my lap, recalling the incident from earlier.

I sighed lightly, taking the seatbelt off as I got off, my heels landing on the cold ground. I turned to see his following me, he was different—and I was aware why.

"Thank you." I said softly, he glanced up, "No need." He mumbled sharply—well, he didn't change that much though—he didn't look up at me again, I quickly grabbed his hand, dragging me with me again. It was becoming something enjoyable, walking while holding his hand, I didn't feel like he was cruel anymore, thought I knew it won't be for long.

He pushed the passcode in, not minding my hand holding his. The maids were long gone, no one was present inside.

The doors closed behind us automatically, I flinched when the lights, including the ones from the chandelier, turned off.

I shifted behind, I was scared of dark, it reminded me of things I didn't want to remember.

"Why is this..?" I asked softly, Jungkook replied plainly, "It's midnight. The lights turn off automatically after midnight." I was amazed by the well functioned house he had.

"Let's go." He mumbled behind me. Now it was his turn to drag me, I could sense that he was getting annoyed, but I was afraid, I couldn't help being scared.

We walked upstairs, he opened the door to his room, the lamps were still on, maybe because he stays awake late, I had to admit: it was amazingly amazing.

He let my hand go, taking his right hand up to loosen his tie as he took it off, throwing it away, followed by his jacket. His hair was a mess, he seemed tired. I watched silently as he sat down on the bed.

I looked around, my eyes searching for a specific thing, I walked to the cupboard, opening it. I remembered bringing a first-aid kit with me when I first came here.

I smiled when I felt the box against my fingers, I tip-toed and reached for it, taking out the small box. I didn't have much things in it, but it will be enough for his little cut.

I walked back to him, seeing him already taking his shirt off, the first few buttons of his shirt were open, he
stopped when he saw the box in my hand, he raised an brows at me.

"No need for that." He glared at me, but that didn't stop me. "Yes it is." I quickly replied, keeping the box on the bed beside him.

He got up, but I kept my hands on each side of his shoulders, pushing him back on the bed. "Can you—for once listen to me?" I asked him, knitting my brows. He stiffened, groaning. "You're so," He paused, rolling his eyes.