"W-What are you doing?" I stutter, trying to stand back up but he pushes me back down "you're ankle, what happened?" He questions, gazing up at me "I twisted it whilst running, in my heels" I answer, pressing my lips together. "And why were you running?"

"Jungkoo-"

"That boy." he heaves an annoyed sigh "I apologise on his behalf. He's just been through a lot but he can be nice at times" Jimin informs. Once he finished up the bandage around my ankle I bow my head "thank you."

"No problem" he smiles. Placing his hand on my shoulder in a comforting manner.

"What are you doing?" I hear Jungkook say. Jimin turns around to give him a tap on the back "hello brother" Jungkook rolls his eyes. He storms towards me "she's my personal maid."
His hand grips my wrist, dragging me out of the room.

"You really should go easy on her Jungkook." Jimin warns "shut up, I didn't ask for your opinion, brother." Jungkook snapped. My stomach churns in fear when he drags me into the closet "what-"
"Why were you in his office?" He asks, leaning in. Making me feel extremely uncomfortable "My ankle" I answer shortly.

He curls his hand around my upper arm in a rough grip "I want a proper answer"

"let go of my arm first." I challenge. He bursts out laughing

Well Done Bora.

A sigh escapes my lips, waiting for this douche to stop laughing. He's literally been laughing for the past one minute. Just as I am about to speak. His laugh dies down. His sharp gaze scan my body "you really think you can tell me what to do?" His dark orbs peered into mine, daring me to answer back.
My breath hitched as soon as his cold hand came into contact with my thigh.

"I can rape you, right now and you can't do anything about it, no one can. Not even my father." I felt his minty breath on my cheek as he closes the gap between us "fuck you" I curse under my breath. Although I know he can hear me.

"Oh, I know how much you want to fuck me" his hand slowly moves higher and higher. My silent prayers were answered the instant his phone suddenly rings "damn." he mutters.

This is my chance.

I kick him in the knee and he drops onto the floor "oh man, holy shit!" Jungkook curses out loud. Right before he could make a move. I punch his cheek with all my might.
Running out of the closet, I pant heavily and constantly glance over my shoulder to see if Jungkook is following me.

All of a sudden my head collides with someone's chest. My butt meets the ground and I cuss under my breath. "Mind your language" I hear a chuckle. I look up to see a gorgeous boy, with hazel eyes and golden brown hair.
He offered a hand which I willingly accepted. He's cute.

He opened his mouth to speak but something caught his attention "Taehyung!" Or shall I say someone.

Shit.

"Is this the maid you were talking about?" Taehyung spoke with that deep voice, his eyes focused on me. "Yeah" Jungkook implies, draping his arm over my shoulder. He tightens his grip on my arm. I bite my lip, holding in the intense pain.

"You lucky shit" Taehyung smirks at him. "I know" Jungkook pulls me closer than we already are. If that's even possible.

Okay, now what the fuck are these two doughnut like aliens on about.