A few minutes after he made fun of you in front of Taehyung, Jungkook came to your room for the first time. He noticed that you seemed mad at what he just did, but still, he had to talk to you.

"Taehee-ssi, I couldn't use my credit card for some reasons, so can you lend me some money?" He softly asked, sitting on the edge of your bed while your back was facing him.

"Talk to me I'm dying of hunger." He sighed but got no response again.

Slowly, you sat up straight and made your way to the bathroom when Jungkook abruptly grabbed your hand out of frustration, making you screamed in pain.

He halted and couldn't believe what he saw. Your palm, it was badly swollen.

"What happened?"

Though you said nothing to him, an image of you in the elevator just now flashed into his mind.

You tried to escape from his grip but he held your wrist tight.

"I'm bringing you to the hospital."

After your hand was treated by the doctor, the two of you made your way back home. The car ride was quiet at first until Jungkook hammered the wall of silence.

"Are you okay now?"

No answer.

"When the heck are you going to talk to me?"

Again, he received no answer from you. He ruffled his hair in frustration and heaved a sigh.

"Nevermind, it doesn't matter though. As if I want to talk to you." He lowered his voice at the last sentence.

Soon, the car arrived at the resort and both of you quickly parted ways. You headed straight to your room while Jungkook approached the counter to ask something.

"Excuse me, may I know which room does a guy named Kim Taehyung is staying in?"