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Chapter 03: HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT?

"Fool of you to think that I will agree with you and sleep on that ugly couch! I'm never going to sleep there okay! You go there!" I yelled at him and he scoffed. Without losing even a bit of sarcasm from his voice, he continued, "Well, if you don't want to sleep on that couch, then I'm completely fine. I have an even better and the last option which you HAVE to accept." At last, his pointed finger turn it's direction towards the cold, tiled floor.

I couldn't help but widen my eyes and mouth in disbelief! You want me to sleep on the floor? "Dream on!" In anger, I blurted out the last part of my sentence.  "Why the hell am I even arguing with you? I should have done it earlier!" Jungkook shook his head and sighed as he got up from the bed, making me confused.
I followed him with my eyes as he looked at me for a second before suddenly bending his waist to pick me up in his arms. What the actual fudge is he trying to do? Can't believe this! He is my kidnapper and here I'm, in his arms, in his bedroom, in this darkness. Kill me before I get a natural death!

"What? What are you doing! Wait- put me down! Put me down you punk!" I punched both of my fists on his chest but he didn't even flinched. Infact, it felt like I was the one who was willingly punching a wall and in the end, it was me only who got hurt. I frowned when he dropped me on that ugly black couch and immediately walked back towards his bed. Furious, I was just about to run towards the bed and jump on it again but abruptly stopped when he took off his black t-shirt, shamelessly displaying his toned chest along with his sexy abs.

I was literally froze on my place when I saw him throwing his tshirt on the floor and laying down on the bed, using both of his muscular arms as a pillow behind his head and that irritating yet sexy smirk never leaving his lucious lips. God! I'm sweating!

"What? Wanna join me?" He raised one of his brow looking at me with that smug look and I huffed feeling more irritated. Throwing a punch in air, I walked back to the couch and laid there, trying to get my precious sleep back.
Next morning~
"Come out its emergency!" I banged the door of bathroom, clenching my legs because nature's call was killing me and this man has been doing God knows what inside the bathroom from last 15 minutes! When I banged the door again and again, he finally opened the it. I was all ready to yell at him but my words were again stucked in my throat as I scanned his appearance.

He was wearing a white robe with his wet locks sticking to his forehead, making him look like a whole full meal. I gulped before looking back at his eyes and saw him smirking again. For god's sake! Why can't I hate him just like any other victim who would hate their kidnapper? Maybe, everyone's not that lucky to have such a hot kidnapper right?

"Emergency gone?" His sarcastic humour made me look back at him and I remembered what I was dying to do just a minute ago. I immediately ran past him inside the washroom and locked the door, God these handcuffs! Plus it's an irritating heart designation! I mean, what kind of a kidnapper would actually lock a person with these dirty looking pink coloured heart shaped handcuffs?

I somehow did my daily routine and walked out, only to find him buttoning up his cufflinks. He was ready in a whole black suit with his hair perfectly gelled up, looking soft and smooth. "I want to ask you something!"
I shook my head to shake away all the dirty thoughts that started coming in my mind about him and cleared my throat before walking to stand behind him. While he was checking himself in the mirror, he asked in a casual voice, "What?" I followed him as he walked towards his cupboard and took out one of his Rolexes.

His whole existence screams "Richy Bixchy" which made me feel hard to control the urge to roll my eyes. "Why are you behaving so nice with me? I mean, why are you not keeping me in some dirty room just like other kidnappers do? You're even providing me clothes and food. To be honest, I'm feeling like I'm in some relative's home for vacations. The only thing that is abnormal here is these handcuffs!" After silently staring at some space, as if pondering over something, he turned around and I couldn't help but move a step back.

"Did Somi noona told you everything?" I gulped again when his voice suddenly went lower. I just silently nodded my head looking at him blankly. "So you know what your father has done?" Jungkook clenched his jaws as he looked at me without any emotions in his eyes. I couldn't help but gulp looking at him.

"He… he hasn't… d-done anything… like that! I'm sure a-about that!" I mentally face palmed myself for stuttering in front of him.
I'm damn sure I might be looking so weak. He rudely let out a scoff before taking a step closer to me, I couldn't help but arched my neck higher to take a closer look at his devilishly handsome face. "You sure? Because if you're, then your bloody father has blinded you as well from his goody behaviour!" He gritted his teeths in anger while I tried my best to maintain my calm.

I shouldn't act like I'm weak, neither I should act to furious which might turn the situation into a totally different outcomes. After all, he is also an opponent of my appa.

"Even if God will come and say that my father has done it, I won't believe it. But if he really have killed your brother, then… then your brother must have done something bad to my father. Maybe that's why he must have killed your brother-" I couldn't complete as I felt a strong grip around my arm. And before I could realise anything, I was harshly pushing against the nearest wall. My back ached as it collided with the wall really hard.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I winced in pain as he again tightened his fingers around my arm. I was so sure that his grips would leave my arms imprinted with bruises. "How dare you say that!"

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