Your sister eventually had to leave again later that night. She happened to receive an email from her manager informing her that she had an invitation to model on a run-way in Los Angela.

After the two had disappeared from your sight, Jungkook claiming that he was hungry.
You thought it was a good idea to catch up with your kdramas while the two love birds were on their date. Just as you were about to do that, Jeon returned saying he's forgotten something.

And that something just happened to be you.

After escorting your sister to the airport you got inside jungkooks car, your body exhausted from the long day. It was already midnight and you had to wake up 4 hours from now, thanks to you know who.

Jeon got to his seat and started driving.

You crossed your arms leaning comfortably on the leather seat behind you, with your eyes shut.

-

3:57 AM

You only had an hour of sleep.

Wanna know why?

Well, a while back at exactly 1:20 am. Jeon dropped you off to your house. After muttering a good night to him you watched him walk back to his car before shutting the door and walking up to your room.

It was around 2:26 am, when you heard your doorbell ringing repeatedly, soon followed by the annoying ringing of your phone.

You lazily made your way downstairs, feeling grumpy that someone dared waking you up.

You didn't even glance through the peephole. You opened the door, only to find your boss standing there with his suitcase behind him.

"What are you doing here?" You yawned, your mind still processing who was standing in front of you.

Reality hit you hard on the face. Your eyes widen, whipping them to the wall clock.

2:30 am.

You whipped them back to the person in front of you. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

-

He used the excuse of. "You sleep too much. I'm here to make sure you wake up in time."

Sleep escaped you after what he said. To be honest, they escaped when you realized your Boss was in Front of your House Early in the Morning!

It was already 4:00 Am, and you were preparing yourself.

Jeon was leaning on your door frame like a model, watching you comb your hair into a high ponytail, your scrunch in between your teeth.

Through the mirror you could see him staring intensely at you.

"What?"

You could have sworn you saw him gulp a lump.

He found his posture, brows still knitted together, he slowly approached you. "Don't do that."

"Do wha-"

He takes a hold of your scrunch and slides it down your hair in a swift motion.

"Yah!"

Casually, he tucks your scrunch inside his pocket, still keeping his expression. "You look ugly with your hair tied up." He turns his heel. "Too much skin." He mutters the last part so faintly it only reached his ears.

As if nothing happened,he grabs your suitcase and exits your room.

You were confused, but then remembered that he apparently messed your hard-worked ponytail!

Jerk.