Y'all are dirty 😂
{Hoseok in the last chapter LOL}

Soo Emi

"Jimin!" I call his name as I wave my hand in the air to get his attention. "Hey, Jimin!"

He was sitting at a bench on his phone just across the pathway. He looks up and waves back when he sees me.

I pinch Hoseok's sleeve. "That's Jimin. The one who's going to help me find my father."

"Hm. He's younger than I thought." He mumbles.

"What did you think he was like?"

"An old, perverted man."

"Gross, Hoseok!"

Jimin approaches us with a smile. "Oh, hello! Nice to meet you. My name is Park Jimin."

He shakes Hoseok's hand.

"This is Jung Hoseok." I introduce him myself. "The man I was telling you about the other day."

"Oh, this is him! You look so much younger than I thought!" Jimin giggles.

"What did you think I look like?" Hoseok narrows his eyes.

"Old." Jimin continues giggling.

Hoseok frowns.

"Hey, you can't get mad. You said the exact same thing about him." I whisper to him.

"Emi, I'm actually glad I saw you. Um, I have bad news." He says and starts rubbing his head. "I'm really sorry to say this."

My heart drops. "What?"

He leads us to a bench and motions for me to sit down. He sits besides me while Hoseok stands in front of us.

"I've made a mistake telling my uncle that you wanted to help your father." Jimin says, fiddling his fingers.

"What do you mean?"

"My uncle will not approve of you coming to Japan to help your father. I couldn't argue with him since he's set in his words."

My gaze falls to my hands. "So, I can't help my father anymore? There's no way I'm going to see him?"

"I am so sorry, Emi. It was my mistake." Jimin reaches over and lays a hand over mine. "If only I kept your identity a secret, then we would've been able to pull this off."

I frown. "I-It's alright. I mean....what can we do? He already knows who I am and what I want."

"What if he doesn't?"

Jimin and I turn towards Hoseok.

"From what I'm hearing, this Lui Shanghai guy just knows your name and what your goal is." His lips form into a smirk. "I'm sure he knows how you looked like when you were a child, but you are an adult now."

"You don't mean..." My eyes widen.

He leans down and pats my head. "You would do anything for your father, right, little one?"

"I-I would!"

Jimin touches his chin in thought. "Hoseok is on to something. My uncle may be a business genius, but every man has a certain flaw and his is that he's not the most observant. Change your name, have a fake ID, and we can still pull this off."

"What if we get caught?" I worry. "I could go to jail and I will not survive in jail!"

"You're just going to give up on your father like that?" Hoseok crosses his arms, scoffing. "You're fine with going back to your days of constantly worrying about your poor father?"

I stare at my fingers.

"Suit yourself, baby girl. It's not like you have any experience in challenging things. I bet you were going to fail anyway-"

I stand up and faced him with a glare. "I will do it! I'm going to save my father and I won't give up until I do."

Hoseok smiles sweetly. "That's my girl."

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After exchanging contacts with Jimin and discussing a few more things, Hoseok and I return back home.

I go straight to my bedroom and notice Hoseok following me.

"Um, is there something you need?" I turn around, stopping in my tracks.

"If you want to be on a plane to Japan as soon as next week, then we need to get our plan together." He crosses his arms. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take a nap." I yawn and continued to my bedroom. "I'm feeling a little sleepy."

"Excuse me? You cannot sleep! Precious time is being wasted if you sleep during the day. How are you weary when it hasn't even reached the evening?"

I brush off his blabbering and entered my room. I jump on my bed and snuggled underneath the sheets.

"Hoseok," I hum sleepily with my eyes closed. "I'm about to commit a crime within the next month or so. I think I'm allowed a few hours of nap time."

I feel the bed dipping from another added weight and I open my eyes, only to see Hoseok hovering over me.

"Wh-What are you doing?!" I yelp as I try to hide behind a blanket.

"I will stay in this position until you are ready to wake up and do work." He casually threatens. "How much fun will this be, huh?"

I was going to give up and comply to him, but he had this look on his smug face, like he knows I'm going break easily. A weird rush of stubbornness comes over me and I let go of the blanket.

"Fine. I don't mind." I raise an eyebrow. "Stay as long as you want."

He grabs my hands and holds them down against the bed besides my head.

"I-I'm not going to give up, Hoseok." I stammer, turning hot in the face. "Yo-You can do this all day long."

"You're stuttering."

"I always stutter."

"So, I'm assuming you want me to continue?"

"You think you're so manly, Hoseok." I force a laugh. "You think you have so much power over me. You think I'm so weak-"

He begins leaning down, closer to my face.

I immediately turn my head and closed my eyes. "I-I-I know you're bluffing! You won't do anything! This is just some prank!"

Is this payback for when I caught him using my hand as his own?

His lips suddenly meet my blazing hot cheek.

My heart accelerates as I push him away.

"I'm not that tired anymore!" I scream, vigorously rubbing my cheek. "You win! You win!"

"Good girl." He chuckles and rises from the bed.

I blasted myself out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I hide inside a guest bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.

Gosh, I am as red as ketchup!

Why am I so red?

It was just a kiss on the cheek!

My father kisses me on the cheek! My nanny kisses me on the cheek! Sometimes people I don't even know kiss me on the cheek!

I didn't feel this panicked when Joon kissed me, and he kissed me on the LIPS!

But with Hoseok.....I think I could've had a heat stroke from how I'm feeling right now.

I hope he doesn't do that ever again.

I do a few more breathing exercises before leaving the bathroom. I give myself a couple slaps on the cheeks and exited the bathroom as if nothing happened.

°

"I don't understand how you're the daughter of the most successful business man in South Korea and you do not know how to do something so simple!" Hoseok scolds me, slamming his hands on his desk.

"Why are you yelling at me? If you must know, I don't do this as often as you do!"

"We may have been speaking about this lightly, but this is not something that we can take lightly at all! One mistake and it's over! Do you understand that, Emi?"

I grit my teeth, dropping my gaze.

"Whatever. I'll take care of it. Just get me some copies of these documents. This will be your resume. You couldn't possibly mess this up." He slides over a pile of papers and sits back down in his chair.

My fists ball up angrily. "That's it, Hoseok. This is the last time you'll be able to treat me like this."

"I told you to do something. Not stand there and whine like a little princess. We have things to do!"

I roughly slide the papers back to him "You know what, Hoseok? You're not coming with me to Japan."

"What-"

"I do not need someone like you to accompany me on this! This is my problem and I'm going to deal with it myself!"

"This was my idea!"

"Great! Thanks for the idea! Now, your job is done! Are you happy now? You won't have to deal with me anymore!"

"I-"

"You're not coming with me to Japan. Understood?"

"I don't-"

"Understood?!"

Hoseok tightens his jaw.

"Fine."