[Y/n’s pov]:
“Jungkook, you are getting me wrong..” I managed to utter, his eyes not willing to break eye contact at any cost.
“I did not disobey you..I just—”
“You just what?” His eyes blazed with an intense rage that sent shivers down my spine. I was taken aback by the furious look in his eyes, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. It felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room, making it hard for me to find my voice.
“I..I came to hand over your phone to you,” I finally managed to stammer, my voice barely audible. I held out the phone towards him, my hands shaking with a mix of fear and confusion.
His dark eyes shifted towards the cellphone in my hand, his expression still filled with anger. Without a word, he snatched the phone from my grasp, his fingers gripping it tightly. His gaze fixated on the screen as he checked the missed calls, his brows furrowing even deeper.
“You got too many missed calls from a number—” I began, but before I could finish my sentence, his voice cut through the air, laced with frustration. “Did you pick up the call?” he demanded, his tone sharp and demanding.
Seeing the frustration growing on his face, my heart raced as I tried to find my words. “I saw the missed call and—”
“DID YOU PICK UP THE CALL OR NOT?!” he interrupted me again, his voice growing colder with every passing second.
“I accidentally pressed the receive button, but I quickly cut it off,” I replied, my voice quivering with fear. I had never seen him this angry before, and it left me feeling bewildered and on edge.
Hearing my response, he took a step away from me and abruptly turned around, his back facing me as he walked towards his room. The tension in the air lingered, leaving me standing there, my mind racing with questions. What had just happened? Why did he get so angry over a phone call?
I glanced down at my trembling hands, still in shock from the encounter. Fear coursed through my veins, leaving me with a lingering sense of unease.
[End of y/n’s pov]
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[Author’s pov]:
Jungkook stormed into his room, slamming the door shut with a resounding bang. He made his way to the edge of his bed, taking a seat with a heavy sigh. His eyes fixated on the phone in his hand, its presence a constant reminder of the turmoil he was facing.
His grip tightened around the device as he took a few moments to gather his thoughts before dialing the number. After a few rings, the call was finally answered, and a deep, authoritative voice resonated from the other end. The voice belonged to an older man in his 50s, stern and serious.
"When are you planning on visiting me?" the voice asked, its tone strict and unyielding. Jungkook didn't bother to answer the question, his frustration evident in his voice as he replied straightforwardly, "What do you want?"
"How long are you planning on running away?" the voice persisted, causing Jungkook's fists to clench even tighter. His voice grew colder and more annoyed as he responded, "I am not obligated to follow your orders."
The older man's voice remained firm, his words filled with a hint of challenge. "Let's see how long you'll keep up that attitude." With a beep, the call abruptly ended, leaving Jungkook seething with frustration. In a fit of anger, he threw the phone to the ground, the impact shattering it into pieces.
He stared at the broken device, his anger and frustration consuming him. After a moment, he brought his hands to his hair, ruffling it backward in an attempt to release some of the pent-up tension.
[Meanwhile]:[y/n’s bedroom]:
Y/n found herself lying on her soft bed, surrounded by the gentle glow of a dimly lit room. The curtains danced in the breeze that wafted in from the open balcony, bringing with it a refreshing scent of the outdoors. The room was filled with a sense of tranquility, yet Y/n couldn't find peace in her mind.
She tossed and turned, unable to escape the thoughts of Jungkook's peculiar behavior earlier. Why was he so infuriated by that phone call? The questions swirled in her head, keeping her awake as the night grew darker.
Seeking solace, Y/n turned to face the balcony, drawing the cozy blanket closer to her chest. Its warmth wrapped around her, providing a comforting embrace. She closed her eyes, hoping to find respite in the stillness of the room.
As the minutes ticked by, the room grew quieter, and Y/n's breathing gradually slowed. The gentle rhythm of her breath matched the ebb and flow of the curtains, creating a soothing symphony. Eventually, the weight of her thoughts lifted, and she succumbed to the embrace of sleep, finding consolation in the serenity of the night.
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[A few days later]:[Jungkook’s cabin]:
Jungkook sat in his spacious cabin, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting a warm light across the room. The air was heavy with tension as he meticulously signed the document before him, his mind preoccupied with a pressing matter. He looked up from his desk, his piercing gaze fixed on the man in the black suit standing before him.
"Did you find that woman yet?" Jungkook's voice held a hint of impatience, his tone demanding answers. The man hesitated, his gaze lowering as he delivered the disappointing news.
"Master, we've checked her whereabouts, but we still failed to find her," he confessed, the weight of his words evident.
Jungkook's expression remained stoic, his face a mask of indifference as he processed the information.
"All her information was encrypted," the man continued, "and it seems that someone influential is protecting her, making it difficult to track her down."
Furrowing his brows, Jungkook leaned back in his chair, contemplating the situation. The word "encryption" lingered in his mind, sparking a flicker of recognition.
He pondered for a moment before breaking the silence. "Do you have any suspicions about someone who could be behind this?" His voice held a hint of curiosity, as if he already had an inkling of the answer.
The room fell into a heavy silence as the man gathered his thoughts. Finally, he spoke up, his voice filled with apprehension. "Yes, it's your uncle," he revealed, his words causing a surge of anger to course through Jungkook's veins. His fists clenched, and his eyes blazed with determination.
"Use any means necessary," Jungkook commanded, his voice laced with a mix of fury and resolve. "Find her and bring her to me as soon as possible." The weight of his words hung in the air, a clear indication of the lengths he was willing to go to unravel the mystery surrounding this elusive woman.
The man gave him a small nod before heading out of the cabin. Jungkook watched him take his leave. As the door closed, his gaze shifted towards the documents placed before him as he muttered, “I’ll find you even if you are hiding in hell.”
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Y/n sat in the bustling cafeteria, her mind consumed by thoughts of Jungkook ever since that fateful party. She hadn't seen him since that night, as he seemed to be constantly preoccupied with work.
Early mornings, late nights, and even weekends were filled with his business commitments. It was understandable, but she couldn't help but wonder what had happened that night and who was on that call.
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted as a cup of coffee was placed before her. Looking up, she found Aera taking a seat across from her. "Who are you thinking about? Taehyung?" Aera asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips. Y/n hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "No."
Aera's smile faded as she noticed Y/n's change in demeanor. Concern filled her eyes as she probed further. "What's wrong, Y/n? Is everything alright between you and Taehyung? I've noticed that whenever I mention him, you go silent." Y/n looked away, feeling a pang of guilt. She had been keeping the truth hidden from Aera, and it was weighing heavily on her.
"Aera...actually..." Y/n began, preparing to finally reveal the truth, but her words were cut off by the buzzing of a phone. Aera shifted her gaze towards the phone and the screen displayed her father’s name.
“Y/n, just a minute.”
Y/n's heart raced as Aera excused herself to take her dad's call. The air felt heavy with anticipation as she sat there, her mind swirling with a mix of emotions. Thoughts tumbled and collided, like waves crashing against the shore. She watched Aera retreat to a quiet corner, her face illuminated by the glow of her phone screen.
The world around Y/n seemed to fade into the background as she focused on the weight of her secret. The stress and uncertainty weighed heavily on her shoulders, like a burden she couldn't shake off. She anxiously tapped her fingers on the table, the sound echoing in her ears, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil.
The minutes stretched into eternity as Y/n's thoughts danced between doubt and determination. Should she reveal her truth to Aera? Would she understand? Could she handle the weight of the secret? The fear of judgment and rejection gnawed at her, threatening to consume her resolve.
But deep down, Y/n knew she couldn't keep hiding. She knew someday the truth was going to come out and that time if Aera got to know about it from someone else other than y/n then she would be more hurt. How do I tell Aera that Taehyung is not my boyfriend and it’s all a misunderstanding? How do I bring myself to tell her the truth?
[Later that evening]:
Y/n returned home from university, feeling the weight of the day on her shoulders. As she made her way towards her bedroom, a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Ms. Y/n, dinner will be served at 7 pm," the housekeeper, Nancy, said with a warm smile. Y/n nodded in acknowledgment but couldn't help but ask, "Will Jungkook not be back tonight?" Her question made Nancy pause, looking around before responding, "Master will probably not be back tonight."
Y/n fell silent for a moment, her gaze fixated on the ground. "I see," she murmured softly before continuing on her way to her room.
Upon reaching her bedroom, Y/n opened the door and stepped inside. Placing her backpack on the table, she took a seat at the edge of her bed, letting out a heavy sigh. But her thoughts quickly interrupted her. Why am I still thinking about him? Why do I even care? I have no reason to. I should stop dwelling on him.
Suddenly, her eyes landed on her phone, sitting beside her on the table. Aera's words from earlier in the day echoed in her mind. Maybe it's time to end this charade of a relationship.
With determination, she picked up her phone, opened Taehyung's text conversation, and typed out a message: "Let's end it here. I can't do it anymore." With a mix of emotions, she pressed the send button, her gaze fixed on the screen as her mind raced. After a moment, she closed the phone, the weight of her decision settling in.
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