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"Babe, please open the door." Jungkook shakes the door handle, trying to get into the room.
I remain sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling annoyed and anxious. I didn't want him to come in or talk to him. I needed to go back to Seoul where I'm needed for work and where Jimin is probably worried sick.
"I'm sorry I had to take you like this, but I had to do what I had to. I really wanted to just talk to you. I won't hurt you, I promise." He tries opening the doorknob again. "Please open."
I still ignore him, not saying a word. I hear him sighing, like he's giving up. "Okay, I'll leave you alone for now. But if you get hungry, there's food in the kitchen."
I hear his footsteps walking away from the door and down the stairs until it becomes completely silent. I sigh in relief that he's finally gone.
I fall back onto the soft mattress, feeling a sense of doom. I don't think there's a way out of here.
But I gotta think of something instead of laying here in bed. I will not let him have power over me.
I get myself back up and walk towards the glass wall to try to spot a way out of here. But my mind exerts towards the beautiful scenery in-front of me. I couldn't help but smile at the sight but feeling a sense of loss wishing it was Jimin that was here with me. I wouldn't have mind staying here at all.
My eyes then shifts down towards Jungkook who's now boxing. He's wearing a black hoodie this time, wearing black boxing gloves, as he punches fast onto the red punching bag.
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His eyes shifts up and catches my eyes peering down at him from the room. He suddenly stops with his punches and smiles up at me but I quickly look away.
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