"Fuck!" I hissed as my toe got hit by a chair, placed in the centre of the room. I don't know who the heck set their chair and table right in the centre of the room. Come to think of who, it's not someone else, it's Kim Taehyung, the weirdest shit of this place His room and the things he kept in here are just weird like him. First of all there are lots of, I mean lots of weird paintings scattered around the dingy room. I doubt he bought it, they look like just some irregular strokes of a void soul trying to set colours to voice his lost words.

With a bleeding toe, I stagger towards his closet, full of stickers of butterflies and flowers. Everytime I clean his room I wonder why he has such a fetish to collect stickers, i bet he has more inside his closet too.

As much as I like dark room for myself too, I hate seeing his room like this. Dark walls and poorly lit. Curtains closed, blocking the way of golden ray's from the sun. I swear I've lost the count of how many times I have drawn the curtains to lighten the room.

Come to think of his room, the cavernous room is quite impressive in the weird way, decorated in an old fashioned manner. Brick walls, painted in black and carpeted floor. Single bed with many pillows.

He has lots of books, I wonder if he reads them or not. Most of them involves bed time stories for children, some fantasy-related novels and some art books. He has colour pencils from every brand and I am envious for that specially.

His room has a nostalgic feels like the old times. It feels so like me, like I have known this scent for a long time and it's definitely not because I know him for a year now, it feels like I have known him before I came to here.

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Jungkook's POV

"Who is going to receive the boss?" I ask as I take a sip from my coffee. As soon as the bitter liquid touched the tip of my tongue I spit it out.

"Who the heck made this coffee?"

"I don't know sir, I don't know that noona" The feeble boy standing in front of me answers as he hangs his head low.

"Where is byul?" I ask as I keep my eyes on the pictures in front of me. It is rare that I didn't see her till now, where is she?

"I don't know now. But I saw noona this morning when she was cleaning the boss room." So the weird stalker has the duty to receive him..

"Is it her duty to receive him?" I ask for further confirmation.

"Yes, but she is nowhere to be seen. I am afraid she will be in trouble if she doesn't fulfil her duty" I frown as soon as I heard that. She must be in her room then

"What? Did you check her room?"

"Yeah she is not there..but...

"But what?" I frown hearing the fear in his voice.

"I-I have heard rumors that taehyung hyung has locked noona in his room."

"What the fuck, for what?" I unintentionally shout, making the boy shiver in fear. I feel unknown feeling of anger rushed in my body, tingling me from every corner. I raise up from my chair and aim towards taehyung's room.

"How dare he did that to the person I brought here"

I don't know why i am acting like this. Why i am feeling this much hatred and anger for taehyung and why i want to rip his body apart. It's like every siren in my head is alarmed and my blood is boiling.

I couldn't hear anything on my way to taehyung's room. My mind is flooded with questions i don't even want to think.

Why he locked her there?

Is he with her in the room?

Is she okay?

I promised her that i will keep her safe...

I broke my promise..did i?

I fastened my pace at the thought of him doing something to byul. He can't touch her. Nobody can. No one can think of her with their dirty mind and see her with their lusty eyes and if somebody dared, then they wouldn't be able to see the sunrise. I will make sure of it.

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Your Pov

The soft bedsheets and the dim light in taehyung's room feels so comfortable and sweet. Without thinking, i jumped on the soft mattress with my bleeding toe, smearing the white sheets with the colour of red. But i could care less. It's his mistake anyway that he locked me in his room without my permission.

The golden rays from slightly opened windows illuminating the room, reflecting every small corner, full with little and childish things of taehyung's.
The dark pink baby bear on the stand next to his bed with a bed time story that i already know from a long time ago.

His closet entirely decorated with stickers and the most right corner of the room stays the beautiful collection of his art pieces and colourful paintings and pencils scattered over the floor.

His left corner is filled so many presents of purple pink wrappers, mostly. All of his room seems so aesthetic and beautiful. I don't clean his room everyday, only when rosa is busy with other stuff, then i am assigned to clean his room. But out of six or maybe five times that I have cleaned this room, i have never observed his room this much deeply and payed attention to his cute belongings.

It looks like he is collecting all of this for a little girl. A cute one. By the choice of his things..i bet whoever that girl is..she must be so much cute and lively. Totally opposite of him. Colourful and friendly. Sweet and delicate. Like spring, full with vibrant colours and refreshing scent.

All of those beautiful people whom i see in my dreams and all of those heavens resembles to her and his belongings. So calming and so much precious.

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I was peacefully sleeping when some muffled sounds of talking passes through my ears. I tried to make words from them but I was too exhausted to even listen to them. Slowly I muster up all my strength to open my eyes to the point that I can see blurred objects moving, someone's seated on my bed side, staring at me with shining eyes while a familiar voice falls upon my ears.

Without any thought, I reach my hand to touch that object, still blurred but the familiar scent of that someone pulls my lump body towards him. I swing my hand limply in the air, but the more I stretch it, the more the object feels far from me, at last I give up and let my arm's weight drag itself back down the bed with a little thump. I mumble some incoherent words to him, as if cursing him with my words of innocence.

After giving up, the last thing I heard clearly before closing my eyes completely and falling into deep sleep again is the sweetest voice of someone chuckling. The voice which seemed sweeter than honey and beautiful than any melody i'd ever listen in my whole life was from no one other than that person I longed for months to hear him laugh. And I did finally, I did and it doesn't feel like a dream. It was a reality, it was real and I was grateful for this night, who came to me as a blessing, fulfilling the most strongest desire of my heart. To hear him laugh. To hear him, to know that he is happy.

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