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[ chapter eleven ]

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[ chapter eleven ]


"Jungkook, you good bro?"

Hoseok waves his hand infront of me as I continue to stare down at my breakfast. I cant stop thinking about what happened to her yesterday.

If my dumbass didn't decide to get a late night snack, then Jasmine wouldn't have bruises and cuts all over her body. If I had taken longer, then Jasmine might not have seen the light of day after that.

Because of me.

My jaw clenches as the grip on my fork gets tighter. My hyungs look at each other with full concern, just as Taehyung was about to speak up, I push my chair back and stand up from the table.

"I'm not hungry," I said as I head towards my room.

"Jungkook, come bac-"

"I said I'm not hungry,"

I hurry back to my room before I get my ass whooped, and grab my phone.

I can't get Jasmine off my mind right now.

I need to see her.


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"Yah! Jisu unnie, can you be more gentle?" I flinch from the pain.

Jisu looks up at me and glares. "I'm never letting you do anything or go anywhere at night again." She says as she wraps the bandages tighter.

"What?! Why? I'm a grownass adult for gods sake!" I whine.

"An adult that almost got-," she started.

"Don't. Please don't f-finish that sentence, please." I shiver remembering the night a few days ago.

Right when she finished up the bandages, Lisa came in with some pancakes and tea. She set them down on a small bed table and left. I was confused why she wasn't her cheery self today, or why she didn't even say hi to me.

"She's pretty shaken up about you know what. She's mad because you didn't tell her about the party and that you went alone." she filled in.

"Get some rest, call me if you need anything. The members have a meeting at 5, so I'll get someone to be here when we're gone," she exclaimed as she left the room.

Ugh, I'm so frustrated right now. I can't even get up because of the bruises and my best friend won't talk to me. And me being a fucking adult, I still have to have a baby sitter.

Great.

Just Great.

But Jisu didn't specify who was going to look after me. So technically, I can choose whoever I want.

And I have the perfect person in mind.


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to be continued

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