Mr Kim
Chapter¹
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“Get out! Take the money and get the hell out of here! There is no member like you in my Jeon family!”
“Second Brother, Daddy hasn’t closed his eyes for days because of the family’s business. Try to be considerate of him and stop making trouble.”
“Young Master Jungkook, please leave now or I’ll call the police!”
All sorts of voices mingled together, and Jeon Jungkook seemed to be dazed by the sounds of cursing and beating. Then the next moment he saw a shadow hurtling towards him. His body instinctively dodged; he ended up missing a step and fell down the stairs, unable to recover from the fall for a long time.
Pain was slowly coming from all parts of his body, especially the back of his head that must have hit something and hurt as if it was going to crack.
How could he still feel pain when he was already dead?
Yes, after he died, a cold voice came out of nowhere, saying it could bring him back to life…
His vision gradually cleared and he could see where he was.
In the European-style villa, he lay on the floor in front of the black marble stairs of five or six steps, from which he had fallen just now.
He touched the back of his head in pain and felt a large bump. He took a glance at himself silently. His body was scrawny, his skin was sallow and dull, and he was wearing a yellowed wrinkled suit, like a migrant worker who had stolen a young master’s clothes.
He had been born into the Jeon family, the richest family in Haemin, and had never lacked food or clothing since he was a child. Every season there would be one or two high-end suits, and although he was uneducated and ignorant, he was good-looking and had a good figure. So when he put on a suit and slicked his hair with hair oil, he would look like an elegant young gentleman. He had never been dressed so poorly.
Only once, just after his release from three years in prison, did he put on the Armani suit that his elder brother had prepared for him before the trial and that was kept in the prison storage room for three years, trying his best to look as smart as before, and then rushed back to the Jeon family’s house, full of anxiety and eagerness.
However, it was not the warm welcome and affection of his loved ones that awaited him; he could not even enter the living room and was kicked out like a stray dog.
There was no doubt that he was reborn; the voice had not lied to him.
Jungkook raised his eyes and saw Jeon Gyeongho who was glaring at him angrily, rubbing the left side of his chest. Next moment Jeon Gyeongho reached out and grabbed a pot of moth orchids on a white faux European-style pillar and slammed it at Jeon Jungkook.
Jeon Gyeongho
Get out of my sight! You bastard! Bearer of back luck! How dare you come back!
Jungkook subconsciously ducked his head, but the flower pot still brushed against his brow, and his skin immediately turned red, oozing a few drops of blood.
The flower pot shattered, splattering the dirt on Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook
{ Jungkook glanced at it, pursed his lips and rose from the floor in silence }
The person supporting Gyeongho was a very beautiful young man, whose face Jungkook would never forget even if he died again. The young man stroked Gyeongho's chest gently, his pretty face looking like he was about to cry. He said anxiously.
Jeon Junseo
Daddy, take it easy, the doctor said you can’t get excited.
The young man, also known as Jeon Junseo, turned his head to look at Jungkook pleadingly, his big eyes filled with tears.
Jeon Junseo
Second Brother, please stop making Daddy angry, I’m begging you to leave first, okay? I really don’t want to steal anything from you at all.
Jeon Junseo
As long as you’re willing to leave, I’ll give you back your status as Jeon Chagongja (second young master) immediately.
Jeon Gyeongho
Nonsense!
{ He said impatiently }
Jeon Gyeongho
Junnie, you are my son, the youngest master of the Jeon family will always be you. We don’t let any cat and dog enter our Jeon family just because they wish to!
He looked at Jungkook with an icy gaze filled with disgust.
He seemed to have forgotten that this “cat and dog” had spent eighteen years fair and square in the Jeon family and had been indulged by him infinitely, even if much of that indulgence had been for the sake of raising a son that would not threaten his beloved eldest son. But they had been father and son for eighteen years at least.
Jungkook's gaze was devoid of any emotion as he looked down and gently patted the dirt off his body, frowning slightly. He was so thin that the suit that was supposed to fit him well seemed empty. After three years in prison, although he hadn’t eaten enough, he still grew taller, so the trouser legs were naturally too short. He didn’t need to look in the mirror; he knew how strange his image was at this time.
Jeon Hyunwoo, who had been standing not too far away, watching the drama with an inscrutable expression, finally spoke up:
Jeon Hyunwoo
Father, don’t be angry, I’ll take him away.
He walked up to Jungkook's side. In his black striped suit and immaculate leather shoes, he had an elite aura about him. Standing next to Jungkook, he was tall, handsome and noble as if he were from another world.
He gave Jungkook a condescending look and there was no warmth in his voice.
Jeon Hyunwoo
Follow me.
{ With that, he turned around and walked ahead out of the house }
Jungkook didn’t follow immediately. He looked down and searched around, and just as he remembered, he did see a white paper bag that had been thrown not far away. There were two small walnuts carved out of wood that had fallen out of the bag.
He walked over and picked them up, blew on the wood carvings and put them carefully into the bag. He had brought them here and naturally wanted to take them away. Then he walked out of the Jeon family’s house, carrying the bag. He didn’t look at Jeon Gyeongho or Jeon Junseo again.
Jeon Hyunwoo
{ His narrow eyes flashed with surprise under the lenses of his glasses. He opened the door of the passenger seat }
Come in, you can’t get a taxi here. I’ll give you a lift.
Jungkook sat in without saying a word. Hyunwoo was even more puzzled. The young man in front of him seemed to have become a different person all of a sudden.
Jeon Hyunwoo
( Was he that disheartened because he had been kicked out and insulted? )
He walked to the other side and got into the car, fastened his seatbelt and said while starting the car.
Jeon Hyunwoo
Father is angry not only because of you. There is some trouble with the company, he’s been upset for many days. Don’t come back for a while.
Jeon Hyunwoo
I have an apartment that happens to be vacant, you can stay there for the time being. We can discuss the future plans later.
Jungkook seemed to be listening absent-mindedly, looking at the scenery outside. The twilight was gradually setting in. This place was near the mountains; beyond the rising hills was the wilderness, a vast and distant landscape passing before his amber eyes. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had taken a quiet look at the world like this. It was good to be alive.
He closed his eyes and gently inhaled the cold air pouring in from the window.
Jeon Hyunwoo
{ He glanced at him again and looked at the bag he was holding }
Is that a gift for Father and me? Give it to me.
He reached over to take it, but Jungkook pulled the bag closer to his side in a gesture of rejection.
Hyunwoo narrowed his eyes and didn’t say anything else. He drove all the way to the city silently. Unexpectedly, there seemed to be a car accident on the road ahead. The road conditions were very poor; the car was stuck and couldn’t move for a long time. Hyunwoo felt a little irritable while waiting.
Jeon Jungkook
{ He suddenly said; his voice was hoarse }
Let me out.
Jeon Hyunwoo
{ He looked at him }
I will take you there, you don’t know the way.
Jeon Jungkook
{ Jungkook looked ahead at the flashing police lights }
Why bother, you don’t need to worry about me at all.
Jeon Hyunwoo
To me, you will always be a member of the Jeon family. I won’t abandon you.
The corner of Jungkook's mouth curled in a sneer. He had heard this sentence three years ago before his trial. Hyunwoo had brought him a suit, put a tie on him, dressed him up like a real gentleman and then told him-
Jeon Hyunwoo
=Past=
Even if you don’t have the blood of the Luo family in your veins, you will always be a member of the Jeon family. Hold your head high. You have grown up, don’t lose face of the Jeon family.
Jeon Hyunwoo
=Past=
{ He then added }
Trust me, be good. Big Brother will get you out.
Because of these words, Jungkook was calm during the trial. Even when the verdict was announced, he held back and remained silent. He gave up his only chance to change his fate and pinned all his hopes on Jeon Hyunwoo. Unfortunately it turned out that everything was just a magic potion that his good big brother had poured into him to keep him at bay.
Hyunwoo's phone suddenly rang and he picked it up. Jungkook could faintly hear Jeon Junseo's voice coming from the other side of the phone. Hyunwoo had a slightly impatient expression on his face as he said to Jungkook.
Jeon Hyunwoo
I’m getting out of the car to take a call, you stay in the car.
Jungkook looked at his back as he walked to the side of the road. His amber eyes were as cold and quiet as stagnant water at night.
Jeon Jungkook
( Jeon Hyunwoo..Jeon Hyunwoo,..I really didn’t understand what you were thinking. )
Ever since he was a child, Hyunwoo had always him; but he also watched indifferently as Jeon Gyeongho raised him as a waste. He seemed to dislike Junseo and only acknowledged Jeon Jungkook as his younger brother, but he had been willing to cheat Jungkook into prison and ignore him for three years.
He had watched Jeon Gyeongho scold him and kick him out, but he gave him a place to live afterwards. Then, for years, he let Jeon Junseo persecute him until he had been tortured to death.
Jeon Jungkook
( Why did he give him hope when he had already given up on him? If he was willing to care for him, why did he refuse to pay more attention? )
Jungkook remembered very clearly that in his previous life, Hyunwoo had taken him to that apartment and left, and as soon as he left Junseo arrived, and the “friends” he had brought with him had beaten him into a coma. When Jungkook woke up again, he was under a flyover ten kilometres away, nearly naked.
Jungkook's eyes were cold. He would never give these people the chance to insult and hurt him again in his life.
He put his hand on the car door, chose the moment when Hyunwoo didn’t look, opened the door with a click and then quickly got out, bowing down and taking advantage of the darkness to disappear in the caravan of cars.
Hyunwoo happened to turn in that direction and saw him out of the corner of his eye. His face changed.
Jeon Hyunwoo
Jeon Jungkook!
Jungkook suddenly accelerated his speed, not bothering to cover his tracks, and ran as fast as he could. The traffic was chaotic and it was dark; he swerved left and right among the cars and soon vanished out of sight. At first, he heard Hyunwoo chasing a few steps behind, but after a while he looked back and couldn’t see Hyunwoo anymore.
Jungkook was panting. He didn’t know how far he had run, but when he saw a flyover, he climbed on it and looked down, relieved that he didn’t see anyone coming after him. Then he had to laugh at himself. Hyunwoo wanted to play the role of a good big brother and give him a place to stay; but could he chase him all over the street without regard for his image?
It took him a long time to calm down. His throat was parched, his stomach cramped from hunger, and he was shivering when the sweat on his body was drying in the cold wind.
Jeon Jungkook
{ He curled up next to a trash can and silently pondered what to do now }
The immediate priority was to fill his stomach and find a place to stay, yet he was penniless.
He looked at the openwork fence of the flyover behind him. Not far away, the lights were shining and the sirens were blaring. It was actually the scene of a car accident. A car was crushed under the chassis of a large truck, deformed beyond recognition. Rescuers were carrying bloodied bodies from inside.
Jeon Jungkook
{ Jungkook suddenly felt something was wrong }
( There were so many onlookers below, but why was it so quiet on this flyover? )
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…I have seen the gift Mr. Chen gave me, but it’s a bit too gruesome, I really don’t like it. I have always been a man of principle. Whoever owes me a debt, I’ll only collect my due. Your son hurt one of my eyes, I’ll settle for a pair of his, it’s fair enough. As for the accomplice, I don’t care.
The sound of leather shoes snapping on the ground approached. A low magnetic voice had such a nice sound but carried a cold and merciless killing aura, clear and sharp against the noisy background below.
Jungkook stiffened slightly and quietly poked out his head, only to see a tall, slender figure walking slowly from the other side of the flyover. In the light from below, the man seemed to be surrounded by a golden halo, dazzling.
He was talking on his mobile phone and his palm inevitably blocked a part of his face, revealing the sharp lines of his chiselled features. Jungkook saw him glance carelessly at the scene of the car accident below. In his gaze watching the tragic and bloody picture below there was no trace of compassion, indifferent to the extreme.
The man’s tone of voice was gentle and contained the power that no one would dare ignore:
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Since Mr. Chen is so idle that he could plan such a good show thousands of miles away, it is better to spend more time educating your son. Next time, he will lose more than just his eyes. It’s as simple as that.
Jungkook's pupils shrank. He… seemed to have stumbled upon an incredible occasion.
He huddled there motionless, hoping for the other party not to notice him, but as the footsteps drew nearer, so did the dangerously oppressive aura.
The sound of footsteps stopped abruptly.
Jungkook's heart was pounding, and after a few moments of enduring, he peeked over the trash can and stared cautiously.
Just to meet the other party’s gaze.
There was no emotion in it, no joy and no anger, nothing but a quiet, heavy sense of oppression.
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Chapter²
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Jungkook almost jumped up.
Anyone would have been startled by such a cold, silent stare, as if looking at a dead man, not to mention the fact that the other party had only one eye!
Oh, it should be said that only his left eye was exposed, and his right eye was covered by an eye patch.
The night, the cold wind, the imposing one-eyed man who casually said he wanted so-and-so’s life.
Even the car accident underneath might have had something to do with him.
Jungkook had the feeling that he would be silenced forever in the next moment.
He felt that his luck was simply awful.
If he had known he would run into something like this, he might as well have resigned to being stripped naked and thrown out into the street by Junseo.
There was a dead silence.
Three seconds later, Jungkook moved first, stuttering hoarsely in embarrassment.
Jeon Jungkook
Um, hello… Do you have anything to eat?… May, may I ask you for something?
He looked at the bag the man was carrying in his hand that didn’t hold the phone as if he hadn’t heard the previous passage, and gulped eagerly and helplessly.
The one-eyed man looked at him for a while, hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket, then took a step towards Jungkook, who couldn’t help but scuttle back. But he had squatted too long and his legs went numb. He bumped into a raised slab of concrete and fell back in a somewhat comical manner.
The two carved wooden walnuts fell out of the paper bag and one of them rolled up to the man’s feet.
The man paused, bent down to pick it up and realised that it was a walnut. But on closer inspection he noticed it was a fake, carved from ordinary wood. The lines were simple and natural, and it was round and lovely to touch, just like the real thing.
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Did you make it yourself?
{ He suddenly asked, his voice was actually very calm, without the fierceness of his earlier tone }
Jungkook was surprised. Asking for food was just a desperate measure; he hoped to show weakness to the other party and make the man look down on him and let him go.
He didn’t expect to receive a response.
Jeon Jungkook
{ He nodded }
Yes, I’ve been carving them for almost a year. I was going to give them to someone, but I didn’t expect that…
Jeon Gyeongho liked to play with walnuts, especially lion heads (a sort of walnut that looks like this; very expensive ones). Jungkook couldn’t afford them, so he carved out such a pair. The moment before he was reborn, he had given them as a gift, and as a result they were tossed away by Jeon Gyeongho in disgust.
For Jungkook, it was a memory of more than ten years ago, but the embarrassment of being trampled on still remained in his heart.
Jeon Jungkook
{ Cold indifference flashed in his eyes, but he spoke with sadness and anxiety }
Jeon Jungkook
Do you like them? I’ll give them to you, just, just give me something to eat.
The man didn’t like this kind of small objects to play with. In fact, he didn’t have any hobbies; but the person behind the trash can was skinny and shivering, wearing an overly large suit like a child who had stolen an adult’s clothes. Even more coincidentally, at this moment his stomach rumbled, and he blushed, shrinking even smaller, at a loss for words.
The man suddenly remembered the old cat at home. When he had picked up that cat, the little thing was also cowering in a ragged cardboard box, meowing and whimpering, its head tucked into its hind legs. When it heard footsteps, it stuck its head out quietly and looked at him with wet, miserable eyes, expectant and cringing.
But the old cat was old and grumpy now, and if the man didn’t come back by nightfall, he’d get a good scratch when he did come back.
The man was not in a good mood tonight; but at this moment his gaze softened slightly and after some thought he walked over.
Jungkook didn’t get a response for a long time. He secretly wondered if he was pretending too much. When the sound of footsteps suddenly got closer, he hoped that the other party would walk past, despising him, ignoring him… just keep walking!
But then the pair of expensive leather shoes stopped in front of him, and Jungkook's heart halted. There was a soft rustling sound of plastic, and a bag appeared in front of him.
Jungkook looked up in amazement. The man standing tall in front of him slightly bent over, and when his hand opened, the wooden walnuts fell onto Jungkook's lap along with the bag.
Jungkook caught everything dully and saw a bag of cat biscuits, a packet of dried fish and a bag of milk.
Jeon Jungkook
( They were all for cats. )
Although they were for cats, the brand was particularly expensive. When Jungkook was still Jeon Chagongja, he followed Jeon Gyeongho to a family friend’s house, and the cat that the friend’s wife raised seemed to eat this brand of cat food. The reason he still remembered it was because he had secretly snatched it from the arrogant Persian cat.
He remembered it tasted pretty good.
Jeon Jungkook
For, for me?
Jungkook was a bit confused; instead of silencing him for overhearing his conversation, kicking him or giving him an icy look and walking away, this cold and mysterious one-eyed man actually gave him something to eat?
Even though it was just cat food.
Incredulous, Jungkook it glanced at the man again. He didn’t know that his eyes were shining in the darkness, making him look like a little animal confirming whether it was dangerous or not, with a vigilant and silly expression.
？？？？？
{ The man hooked his lips }
If you don’t want it, forget it.
Jeon Jungkook
Yes! I want it!
Jungkook no longer hesitated, opened the milk and took a big gulp. The cold liquid pouring into his stomach made him shiver, but it did taste good. He opened the biscuit bag and grabbed a handful. It tasted a bit strange, but it was pleasant to chew.
He hadn’t eaten much in the last few days. Probably knowing that he was about to get out of prison, his cellmates that had been causing him trouble for three years tried to make his life exponentially more difficult. In the past, he would fight them to the end, fiercely and desperately. But since he was about to get out, he didn’t dare to cause any trouble, so he could only endure, practically starving.
When he got out of prison today, he only had a Five Hundred Won in his pocket that he had saved from his hard work in prison. He bought a delicate paper bag for the wooden carvings and found a bathhouse to wash his hair and take a shower. The rest of the money was used to take a taxi, because the prison was too far from the Jeon family’s house and he was eager to return home.
When he arrived at the villa, he had to wait a long time, and then chickens flying and dogs jumping started. He didn’t even have a sip of hot water. If not for his determination, he would have passed out from hunger long ago.
The one-eyed man leaned against the railing opposite him, watching with interest as Jungkook devoured his food, inexplicably feeling that his mood, like a curled and wrinkled leaf, was stretching out little by little.
Jungkook filled his stomach not caring if three times seven was twenty-one (casting all caution to the wind) and only then did he remember that there was another person standing opposite him. He raised his head and found that the man was looking at him.
He didn’t know if it was because of the light behind his back, but the man’s single visible eye seemed bottomless and unfocused. Although he was looking in Jungkook's direction, it didn’t seem he was seeing him.
Jungkook suddenly felt that this man, who was dressed in expensive clothes, looked extraordinary and seemed to be of great status, at this moment appeared very lonely, with a cold and quiet aura emanating from him, making him look as if he didn’t belong to this world.
Jeon Jungkook
{ After eating the man’s food, he couldn’t help but ask }
Sir, are you unhappy about something?
The man slowly withdrew his gaze. His one eye faintly looked at the person who tilted his head and asked him a question. Although the young man was skinny and wretched, it could be seen that he was good looking. His light amber eyes were clear and pure, and he actually had some resemblance to that person in the man’s memory.
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( But that person’s eyes were a little darker and brighter than the ones in front of him… )
The man thought to himself that he must be unaccustomed to using one eye, so he was seeing things.
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{ He joked, more like saying to himself }
I’m waiting for someone. But unfortunately I’ll probably always be waiting in vain.
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Chapter³
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Jungkook was astonished. Such a mighty and powerful looking man could be so upset about not being able to get what he wanted.
His intuition was very keen. This one-eyed man smelled more dangerous than the most violent thug he had seen in prison and his imposing sense of presence was several times stronger than that of Jeon Gyeongho, the richest man in Haemin, even though he didn’t flaunt it.
Jeon Jungkook
Is that person your lover?
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{ The one-eyed man said calmly }
Yes.
Jungkook suddenly changed his outlook on the man and said in admiration.
Jeon Jungkook
I think you’re a very gentle person.
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{ The man raised his eyebrows slightly }
Why?
Jeon Jungkook
Only people who are gentle at heart and serious about their feelings will cling to their past lovers, ah. The powerful people I’ve met are all focused on material and physical pleasures.
Jeon Jungkook
Their feelings are pitifully barren and their hearts are only filled with fame and fortune. Let alone waiting for someone, they don’t even know what it is to like someone.
The man laughed, and Jungkook looked dumbfounded. Only then did he realise that this man was quite good looking, no, it should be said he was handsome.
It was surprising that such a man was alone. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel sorry for him in his heart.
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{ The man’s smile quickly disappeared, but his gaze at Jungkook became softer }
Why are you here? Where is your family?
Jeon Jungkook
{ He shook his head in a daze }
I have no family. I have nowhere to go.
The man thought for a moment and took a wallet out of his coat pocket, pulled out a card from it and handed the wallet to Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook
{ He was stunned for a moment and subconsciously took it }
This is…
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{ The man withdrew his hand }
Go find a place to stay, it’s not safe outside at night.
With that, he turned around and left. After a while, Jungkook regained his senses, opened the wallet, and saw a stack of greenish-blue banknotes (₩10,000). Not a thick stack, but around twenty or thirty of them.
Jeon Jungkook
{ He jumped up and hurriedly chased after the man }
Sir, please wait!
The man stopped and looked at him. His gaze and the strong sense of oppression caused by getting too close to him made Jungkook's little heart tremble. He vaguely felt the scent floating from the other party, like tobacco and some perfume, clear and fresh like grass.
Jeon Jungkook
{ He took a step back and said hurriedly }
Thank you so much, sir. I know that this money may not be much to you, but it is very timely for me.
Jeon Jungkook
Can you give me contact information and I will return the money to you in the future?
The man looked at him indifferently, his gaze no longer as soft as it had been earlier. Jungkook's heart jumped; he knew that he had made the other party impatient. Rich people can give generously in a good mood for a while, or they can make you miserable every minute because they are unhappy.
Jeon Jungkook
{ He smiled quickly and said }
I, I mean my name is Jeon Jungkook. I will remember your kindness and I will definitely repay you when I see you again. You, you take care!
He took two steps back, trying to decrease his sense of presence as much as possible. His cramped appearance made the man’s gaze relax, and he stretched out his hand.
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Consider me buying those two wooden carvings of yours.
Jungkook froze for a moment and looked at the man with a surprised smile on his face, then hurriedly took out the two carved wooden walnuts, put them in the bag and offered it to the man with both hands.
Jeon Jungkook
It is not well made, please don’t dislike it.
The man didn’t say anything else and walked away with the paper bag that was so different from his whole style. Jungkook was clutching the wallet in his hand and watched in a daze as the man walked away, down the flyover and into the car that seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time. He felt like he was dreaming.
Jeon Jungkook
What a nice, kind man...
He murmured, watching the car drive away, his eyes full of complicated feelings and his heart full of gratitude. Then, he couldn’t help jumping up and down in joy.
Jeon Jungkook
( I have money! )
Ten minutes later Jungkook sat in a noodle restaurant, ordered a large bowl of beef noodles and had a hot meal; then he went to a nearby shopping mall to buy some affordable sportswear and underwear, booked a hotel, took a shower, changed into new clothes and lay down in the soft bed with a contented sigh.
For the first time since he was reborn, his heart finally felt a trace of peace and joy. Exhaustion came like a tide. He looked at the wallet at the head of the bed. Some warmth flashed in his gaze; he curved his eyes in a smile, then dived under the quilt and soon fell asleep.
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Jungkook felt himself floating up, floating through the long, white corridor to a cold, clean white room.
Jeon Jungkook
( Where was it? )
Jungkook felt familiar with this place, but this familiarity was mixed with a deep disgust, and he rejected everything about it.
He wanted to leave, but the next moment his gaze suddenly froze and he saw a man – a man lying on a hospital bed with many tubes inserted in his body.
The man was so thin that his ribs protruded like racks; his chest heaved with difficulty, and every time he breathed out, his throat made a strange sound, as if he would not be able to breathe in the next moment.
Jungkook shivered. This man was him, the one who had been suffering in the hospital for years before he died.
Jeon Jungkook
( Hadn't I already been reborn? Why was I back to that moment again? )
The door was suddenly pushed open and a young man in a white shirt, with soft black hair, a slender body and a delicate baby face walked in.
Unknown
Yo, you’re not dead yet!
The young man laughed sweetly and softly, but what he said was extremely vicious. He patted the cheek of the person on the bed contemptuously, his eyes evil and cold.
Unknown
Your life is really hard. Your heart stopped last night, but you were rescued. You even made Big Brother rush over in a hurry. You didn’t see the way he looked; what so good about you that he was so afraid you’d die?
Jeon Jungkook
{ Jungkook clenched his fists and stared at the young man }
( Jeon Junseo! )
The “Jeon Jungkook” on the bed also stared at Jeon Junseo, who didn’t care about the hateful expression in his eyes and laughed easily.
Jeon Junseo
Your life is so cheap but you just can’t die, huh? You couldn’t be killed in those three years in prison, and you can’t die now… I really want to thank you.
Jeon Junseo
You know how much money you’ve made me? The good doctor is almost crazy with joy, and says you’re the best test subject he’s ever seen.
Jeon Junseo
Oh yes, the medicine he uses on you this time is his new creation. It will keep you alive while leaving you in excruciating pain all the time. You won’t be able to move or speak but your senses will be magnified a dozen times.
Jeon Junseo
You’ll get uglier and uglier, rotting away bit by bit, rotting to the point you’ll get infested with worms…
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