Danger | jeon jungkook

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My eyes snapped up to meet Jungkook's, checking if he was serious. "You must be kidding me."

He smiled, and my heart fluttered. Stupid attractive guys. "I assure you, I'm completely serious. This is our apartment. I hope you enjoy the décor."

"Wait, our?"

"Yes," he said. "This is the space the two of us will be sharing."

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked up at him. He was watching me with the same dark intensity that he had been earlier, and I could sense he was serious.

"But I don't even know you," I said carefully. Was he some kind of creep? There was absolutely no way I was staying anywhere with him.

He shrugged. "You will, in time. For now, why don't we answer some of your questions, hmm?"

I obviously had no choice in the matter, because he grabbed my arm and practically dragged me into a spacious red-accented living room. He sat me down on a black leather couch and took a seat in the chair opposite it.

Jungkook looked at me expectantly, and I wasn't sure where to even begin. So much was running through my mind that I spit out the first thing I could think of.

"Where are we?" I asked. He looked surprised at my question.

"South Korea. We're not too far outside of Seoul, but we are completely hidden," he said.

"Yeah, but where?"

"This is my kingdom," Jungkook said, a sly smile creeping its way onto his lips. "I am a King, and every King has his castle."

The reality of what he just said hit me like a freight train.

"So you're saying you own this entire building?" I asked incredulously. A man would have to be very rich to own a place like this.

"That's correct. This is my headquarters, so to speak," he said, leaning back in his red chair.

"What do you do to make that kind of money?" I asked him.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm surprised that you're asking these questions. I would have thought you'd ask about . . . well, just about anything else."

I shrugged. "It's the first thing I thought of."

"Well, I have many under my rule. They all contribute," he smirked. "And I have my ways."

I felt very disturbed by the look Jungkook was giving me. And just how many people did he "rule" to get this much money?

Suddenly, a question popped into my mind.

"What was that red pill?"

That wiped the smirk off of his face – as a matter of fact, he now looked very serious and business-like. He folded his hands in his lap as he looked at me.

"The pill that you took was an immunization. Trust me, you'll be glad that you took it."

I frowned. "What kind of immunization sets your nerves on fire and knocks you out for four days? What's in it?"

"Venom," he replied simply.

"What?!" I shouted, standing. "Were you trying to kill me?!"

He waved a hand, as if it wasn't important. "Don't worry, the venom isn't poisonous. It wouldn't kill you in the sense that you're thinking. It's merely to get your body used to it. Please, sit."

Reluctantly, I sat back down. I could feel the cold of the leather beneath my jeans. "Why would I need to get used to having venom in my body?"

Jungkook bit his lip. My heart clenched at the sight. Not the time, Yumi.