Jungkook may be an inferno, but maybe he's more dangerous than anybody imagined. Nobody can be trusted here... Not even Taehyung
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Chapter 2 Taehyung's POV
It was around five in the morning and I was already at work. My wife has been very secretive so I'm trying to make her seem like I'm secretive even though I'm just sitting at my desk every morning and waiting to hear her call asking where I'm at.
A cry comes from one of the rooms near my office and I knew it to be the boy who had tried to kill himself a day ago. I come running to see what's wrong. His eyes were open and his hair was messy. He seemed to want to get out but he was hooked up to everything. He was struggling, wanting to get out.
I walked over and grabbed his hands. "Get your hands off me!" he yells.
When I finally notice his eyes, I was in shock. So beautiful. He had doe brown eyes, cute button nose, his lips were full and red naturally (so kissable). "Excuse me." I say. "May I ask why you want out?" I ask.
"I HAVE NO MONEY TO PAY THESE TYPE OF BILLS! NOW GET ME OUT OF HERE!" he shouts.
I go to the closet and take out some handcuffs, handcuffing him to the bed. "You can't leave. Your bills are paid." I lie. He can leave, but I refuse to let him go in this state. And the bills are not paid but I can't stand here and look at him like this. He was so desperate to die, to get out of this world but I can't do this to anybody.
"I wanna leave!" he begs.
"I'll bring you somethin to eat." I say before I head back to my office and call one of the nurses to bring me some food.
When a nurse walks in, I take the food and head to the boys room. I looked at the clipboard name again. Jeon Jungkook. Age eighteen. Five foot two. In for attempted suicide.
I sit next to Jungkook's bed and he doesn't even dare look in my direction. I grab some of the pancake. "Please eat." I beg.
"No." he growls. I grab the pancake and shove it into his mouth before putting my hand over his mouth so he can't spit out out.
He chews and swallows before glaring at me. I sigh. "You'll be sent to a mental hospital next week. Your bills will be paid by the hospital." I explain. Me, I'm paying the bills.
"I don't wanna go." he mutters.
"You have to." I say, moving his hair out of his face and shoving another bite of pancake in his mouth. "It's for your own good."
He swallowed the "No it isn't." Jungkook complained. "It's just a torture palace where they send people." he looked away.
I sigh and try to keep feeding him. He complies, and soon im spoon feeding him.
Two weeks have passed and I sit here, again. It's dinner time and I'm feeding Jungkook. He's quiet and he'll read his books during the day and when I'm able to, I'll go to his room for lunch.
But he was about to go to the mental hospital. It was only a couple blocks away but I wanted to see him more often than not. When he had left with a doctor from the mental hospital, I watched him leave.
When I went home, my wife hugged me and showed me her stomach. "It's getting so big." I comment.
She nods. "Soon we're gonna have a bundle running around." she smiles.
I had a bad feeling about this baby though. That it wasn't mine. But I must be imagining things. She would never cheat on me!
