Candies

I sat quietly beside Jungkook but didn't look at him. Instead, I stared out the car's window as we waited at the traffic lights. Right across the street, a little boy was laughing happily with his mother, who was feeding him cotton candies. He must be happy. I envy his simple life. Sighing, I rubbed my wrist to feel the pain surging through my arm. I can't wish to escape from this society. Right now, I only wish I was strong enough to survive it. I can't even wish for the happiness the little boy is experiencing. When did my life become so miserable? All the alphas must be used to this kind of life since they were born wealthy, not me though. I was born and raised in an ordinary society.

"BEEEEP!" The car suddenly halted, causing me to jerk forward, but thankfully, the seat belt held me in place.

"Why did he cross the road when the light is red?!" The driver gritted in annoyance. Jungkook leaned forward with a disapproving look on his face.

"Just leave," Jungkook sighed, sitting back when the guy slowly got onto his feet.

"YAH! ARE YOU BLIND!?" The guy roared angrily at us and hammered on the driver's window.

"Ahh~ Please wait a bit. I'll deal with him," The driver said in a low voice. My heart stopped beating when I noticed the driver grasping onto a gun. What is he doing???

"COME OUT NOW!" The guy demanded as he glared at the driver. I leaned forward anxiously as our driver got off the car with the gun in his hand. I leaned against the window to get a better look, and the person's upper arm was bleeding. He's hurt. I slowly turned to look at his face and quickly caught my breath. The driver hastily grabbed the person's collar with the gun pressed against his hip.

"What are you-"

"HAJIMA!" I scrambled out of the car in panic when Jungkook noticed me unblocking my seatbelt.

"Miss-"

"He's hurt! Don't you have any manners!?" I snapped angrily at the driver before averting my eyes to the guy.

"Oh? Drunk girl?" Bogum turned to look at me in surprise. Why do I keep on running into him?

"Ms. he might be dangerous-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M DANGEROUS?! YOU'RE THE ONE THREATENING ME WITH A GUN AFTER SPEEDING INTO ME!" Bogum snapped at the driver in disbelief.

"I know him. Please, don't hurt him. He needs to go to the hospital, come on," I pulled Bogum and pushed him into the car.

"Miss-"

"This is an order," I gritted quietly at the driver. I'm done. They can't abuse their power like this.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING-"

"WE RAN INTO HIM! HE'S HURT! WE HAVE TO BE RESPONSIBLE," I snapped at Jungkook. His jaw dropped in shock when Bogum slid into the backseat with him.

"Did you just-"

"Ahh... you're the mean boss, huh? I'm going to sue you if you don't take me to the hospital right now," Bogum turned to glare at Jungkook, who was glaring at me with a disapproving look.

"Ah~ this guy... Who do you think you are-"

"Ohoh! I'm going to report you-"

"Do you think-"

"I need to get my wrist checked too. You almost broke it!" I snapped at Jungkook.

"Yah. We have a doctor at home-"

"Will they treat him there?!" I shot Jungkook a sharp glare before glancing at Bogum, who was staring at us with his mouth hanging open.

"Nope! I don't care! We're going home!" Jungkook huffed, eyeing Bogum in irritation before turning away.

*15 minutes later*

"ARGHHHHH! *Thud *" Jungkook angrily slammed the car door in frustration when the driver stopped in front of the hospital. I gotta admit, being the supreme alpha is kind of amusing because I can overpower Jungkook and watch him suffer from time to time.

"Are you going to be homeless?" Bogum asked, turning to look at Jungkook as we headed inside.

"What do you mean??" I turned to look at him in confusion.

"Why would you talk so rudely to your boss?" Bogum nudged my arm.

"Ahh... well..." I scratched my head. I forgot he thinks Jungkook is my boss.

"Considering his temper, I think you'll be unemployed tomorrow-"

"Ani. He's fond of me. I'm the best secretary he has. Don't worry, didn't you see? He's the same age as me! We're so close nowadays- I'm allowed to speak casually with him," I shook my head. Bogum stared at me doubtfully. Did I say too much? Awkward... he's not going to believe me, is he?

"I gotta say he's handsome though," Bogum shrugged, then walked off. Is he out of his mind? The doctor checked his arm. He got a few deep cuts from the accident. They cleaned his wound and gave him a bottle of cream to apply to his injury.

"Give me a high five!" Bogum grinned, raising his hand before me.

"Wae?" I looked at him in confusion.

"Wanna check if my arm still works," Bogum smiled while wiggling his fingers in the air.

"That's weird... but okay," I gave him a lazy high five.

"Oh!" Bogum suddenly grabbed my hand when he noticed something abnormal about it.

"Moh?" I stared at him. I looked up to find Bogum staring at my bruised wrist. Oh...

"How- Why- Aren't you going to get it checked?" He asked while examining the reddish-purple bruise around my wrist.

"I'm fine. Don't worry," I quickly pulled my wrist away and hid it behind my back.

"Yah. It looks painful though...?" Bogum unsurely stared at me.

"It's nothing," I shook my head.

"Was it your boss?" Bogum asked, nodding towards the exit to where Jungkook was leaning against the car, waiting for us.

"Ah... ani... it was my fault. Stop being nosy and go home," I shook my head at Bogum, nudging him forward.

"I'll be going! But first, give me your number," Bogum turned to smile at me with a demanding look. Huh?

"Wae?" I tilted my head.

"We met each other too many times. Not once or twice. I think we'll be meeting more often. Plus, I need a rich friend," He dawdled. Is he out of his mind?

"I have a boyfriend," I said shortly, folding my arms before him. Bogum paused to look at me weirdly. Why is he giving me that look?

"I didn't ask. Tsk... What's with girls...? Asking for your number doesn't mean I like you! What if my injury doesn't heal! Where will I find you!?" Bogum scoffed at me in disbelief, causing my cheeks to heat up. I ended up giving him my number before rushing off in embarrassment.

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Throw Back to Taekwondo class

"Why? Why should I?" Yoongi tilted his head at Taehyung's glowering expression.

"Because you've got your hands dirty. Ah~... candies? You're into candies lately?-"

"How did you-" Yoongi launched at Taehyung in anger. Candies? What is he saying? And why is Yoongi suddenly so triggered?

"Fuck off," Taehyung glared at Yoongi from under his bangs, roughly shoving him away. Yoongi stood breathing heavily as he darted a fierce glare at Taehyung. Why is Yoongi fuming red?

"Ka...(go)," Taehyung sneered, nodding his head towards the door with his burning eyes, accompanied by a stern look on his face. Yoongi hastily grabbed his bag before stomping out of the room. Jungkook and I exchanged silent glances, then turned to look at Taehyung, who was glaring at the door. Uh... What's going on?

"Candies? What's that?" Jungkook turned to ask Taehyung in confusion.

"Yah- YAH!" Jungkook snapped when Taehyung ignored him. Without a word, Taehyung grabbed his bag and left the room. His mood swings are scarier than the rollercoaster.

"Do you know what candies are?" Jungkook turned to look at me with a questioning look.

"How am I supposed to know?" I shrugged, sitting down on the mat in exhaustion. I want to sleep.

"Aish... I just recovered from being poisoned- now I'm here- fuck," Jungkook murmured in frustration as he stretched his legs before me.

"Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you," I teased him.

"Tsk. You? Taekwondo? I'm the best here," Jungkook turned to look at me in disbelief.

"You? A spoiled brat?" I questioned him doubtfully. Jungkook fired me with a very offended look. He placed his arm on his hips while chewing his lips as if he was plotting my brutal death in his head.

"Get up..." Jungkook cleared his throat, beckoning me forward, but I refused to move.

"No," I huffed.

"Get up! Come on!" Jungkook insisted, pulling my arm with all his might.

"Yah! No!" I whined in annoyance, but he didn't listen. He yanked me onto my feet.

"Come here~!" Jungkook spoke in a flirty tone and tugged me towards him with a cheeky smile on his face. My eyes bulged open when he wrapped one of his arms around my upper back and placed the other around my arm.

"What are you doing!?" I snapped, trying to push him away, but he wouldn't let go. Instead, he tilted his head and leaned closer to me with a sly smile on his face. Is he crazy?!

"Let me go, or I'll kill you!" I smacked him repeatedly in annoyance when he wouldn't let go. I felt Jungkook tightening his grip around my body as I glared at him.

"Cute," Jungkook smiled. I froze. Yup, I think the poison messed up his brain. He's crazy.

"How bad did the poison damage your brain- YAH! ARGHSFSGSFSG!" Before I even knew it- Jungkook twisted his body the other way, with his back facing me, and quickly leaned forward with his arm still wrapped around me. He roughly flipped me over, my feet elevated off the ground- SMACK. I slammed flat on the mat. I was paralyzed by his sudden attack, so I stared at Jungkook's hovering face in shock. Something feels weird...

"ARGHHH!" I screamed when I suddenly felt a painful ache surging through my arm. WHAT THE HELL? WHY IS IT SO PAINFUL?

"HAHAHHAH!" Jungkook stood laughing hysterically at me as I rolled on the floor... screaming in discomfort.

"APA! APA!" I screamed, clutching onto my wrist in distress. He sprained my wrist!

"It's called a hip throw!- WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING!? STOP BEING A BABY!" Jungkook suddenly yelled at me in confusion when I wouldn't stop wailing.

"IT FUCKING HURTS!" I groaned, rolling on the mat with my hand clasped around my throbbing wrist.

"What's wrong with you!? Yah- What the hell?" Jungkook abruptly stopped laughing and knelt down beside me.

"YOU STUPID!" I screamed, smacking his forehead with my sprained wrist in anger.

"OW!" Jungkook yelped with his hands clasped over his forehead.

"AHHH!" I screamed louder. The impact made it worse. WHY DID I HIT HIM WITH MY SPRAINED WRIST? OW-

"Are you really hurt?" Jungkook asked as he stared at me in disbelief.

"Yes, you dumb ass!" I snapped and screwed my face in pain.

"Let me see!" Jungkook hastily grabbed my wrist. Is he out of his mind?! IT HURTS!

"ARRRFFGGHHHBHJSBHK!" I screamed in pain when I felt another sharp surge.

"ARGHBJNKNK! DID I BREAK YOUR WRIST!?!" Jungkook screamed in panic as I screamed in his face. He stared at my swollen wrist in extreme shock.

"I DON'T KNOW! AHHHHH!" I screamed in response. Why did he have to grab it like that?! Now I'm about to pee my pants.

"AHH! AHH! STOP SCREAMING!" Jungkook cried in shock as he stared at my wrist with his eyes wide open.

"YAH JEON JUNGKOOOOOK!" I screamed when he suddenly grabbed my wrist again.

"OH! OH! SORRY!" Jungkook gasped, cupping my wrist in his hands as if it were going to break.

"STOP TOUCHING ME!" I snapped, shoving him away before rolling off to the other side to avoid him. Damn it, why does it hurt so much?? Suddenly, the door opened, and a bulky middle-aged guy came strolling but abruptly stopped when he spotted us in total chaos.

"What's going on?" He asked after closing the door behind him with his eyes trained on us.

"Ah. Anneonghaseyo," I quickly got up and bowed at the man. He must be our trainer.

"What's wrong with your wrist?" He asked, nodding towards me. I quickly hid my wrist behind my back in panic.

"I accidentally sprained her wrist when I hip threw her," Jungkook coughed awkwardly. The trainer walked forward and asked me to show him my wrist, so I did. He carefully examined it before letting out a heavy sigh.

"You can't train today. It needs to heal. Class is dismissed," The coach sighed, patting me on the back before turning to look at Jungkook.

"You should take Taekwondo seriously. Don't fool around," The trainer nodded towards Jungkook. Jungkook opened his mouth to complain, but the coach left before he got to say anything. Jungkook turned to glare at me. Why is he glaring at me? Aish whatever- I can go home now. I fired Jungkook a sharp glare and marched out of the room.

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Present

Jungkook was so pissed he didn't even look at me all the way home. I don't care either. As soon as we got home, I hopped out of the car and quickly entered the mansion. The nurse and doctor were rushing back and forth. What's going on?

"Oh, Sora!" Jimin waved as he walked into the living room.

"What's going on??" I asked while eyeing the busy mansion.

"They transported Hoseok and Haerim back home since they're stable now," Jimin encircled his arm around my waist.

"They woke up?" I asked, turning to look at him in surprise.

"Yeah, they did," Jimin smiled. Suddenly, my phone started ringing. It was an unknown number. It must be Bogum. I quickly turned off my phone.

"Aren't you going to answer?" Jimin asked, so I shook my head in response.

"Sora- What the hell?" Jimin suddenly grabbed my upper arm in shock when he noticed my swollen wrist. I tried to pull my arm away, but he wouldn't let me. Jimin turned to look at me with a baffled yet anxious look on his face. I didn't want to worry him...

"I went to Taekwondo practice today and hurt myself. It's fine, don't worry. I'll get it checked," I smiled at Jimin. I don't want him to fight with Jungkook. Jungkook came strolling into the mansion with a dull expression.

"Jungkook-ah! Why were you fooling around during Taekwondo class?" Mr. Jeon came striding down the stairs and stared at his son in disappointment. I quickly bowed but abruptly stopped when I heard what he said. OH SHIT. NO NO.

"Jimin. Do you want ramen???" I asked, tugging Jimin's arm repeatedly. We have to go! This isn't a good time!

"But they prepared dinner-"

"Sora, how bad is your wrist?" Mr. Jeon asked, approaching us as I was about to drag Jimin away. SHIT. No no no! Please not this again.

"It's fine-"

"What do you mean it's fine??? It's very swollen?" Jimin questioned, lifting up my arm carefully to show Mr. Jeon the bruise. I quickly glanced at Jungkook, who was standing stiffly in his place. Why is he still here!?

"Ka..." I mouthed him quietly. He needs to leave.

"Moh...? Ka? Araso," Jungkook quietly mouths me back. He tried to tiptoe his way across the living room when-

"Jeon Jungkook, stop right there, come here," Mr. Jeon sighed, turning to find Jungkook halfway up the stairs. Jungkook gritted his teeth in frustration, then turned sharply towards his father. He slowly made his way down the stairs.

"Neh appa?" Jungkook forced an innocent smile as he shot me an anxious look.

"I heard you hip throw Sora and sprained her wrist when the coach wasn't there. Tell me, were you raised to be a bully?" Mr. Jeon asked, turning to look at Jungkook. Jungkook slowly closed his eyes... knowing he's in deep trouble. Well, fuck. Now Jimin will flip.

"Appa let me explain-"

"Hip throw...? You did this to her?" Jimin repeated Mr. Jeon's words, slowly processing the information.

"Listen-"

"You did this to her?" Jimin asked, cutting Jungkook off while pressing his tongue against the inner side of his mouth. Jimin slowly placed both his hands on his hips in irritation.

"Appa save me...," Jungkook muttered, hiding behind Mr. Jeon in fear.

"I cannot save you. Her man is upset, deal with it. Sora, get it treated," Mr. Jeon sarcastically patted Jungkook before walking off, chuckling by himself.

"Appa~! Jebal! " Jungkook whined, backing away as he nervously glanced at Jimin.

"Come here," Jimin beckoned, walking towards Jungkook with his fist clenched.

"OHOH! DON'T COME NEAR ME! AHHH! AHHH! GO AWAY! AHHHHHH!" Jungkook screamed, rushing away in panic when Jimin bolted at him. I stood smiling like an idiot. They're kinda cute, aren't they? Jimin and Jungkook disappeared down the hallway, chasing each other like little kids. Their frantic screams and waves of laughter echoed all the way into the living room.

"Come with me," Someone grabbed my bruised wrist, causing me to jump in panic. I quickly turned to find Taehyung staring at me sternly.

"Wae?- Ah! Taehyung! My wrist- Taehyung..." I winced when he gripped harder around my wrist. He didn't notice the bruise, so he kept on dragging me with him. I tried to explain, but he didn't seem to hear me, so I quickly followed him as tears formed in my eyes from the stabbing pain. Where is he going? What is he doing? Why is he like this?