knock. knock. knock.

My head snapped up as I heard the loud knocks. "Who could it be now?" I muttered under my breath before standing up from my comfortable position on the couch and heading over to the door.

Swinging the door open, I'm met with my boss.

"O-Oh! Mr.Gung~ It's nice to see you. Please, come in!" I say, shockingly as he bowed slightly. I open the door wider and let the older man in. "So, what brings you here?" I was genuinely confused as to why he would need to see me. The last time we even conversed was the day before my first appointment with Taehyung.

"Ji, I've heard you and one of your patients have been messing around lately and you have started to get to know him personally. Is that true?" He deadpanned. Mr.Gung was never one to beat around the bush. His stare made me look away as I fiddled with my fingers.

"I just thought that getting to know him more might let him open up to me. I mean it's not like I want to- well It's fun to make some friends you know?" I stuttered nervously before I met Mr.Gung's eyes again.

"I'm giving you one last chance Ms.Sung. If you fail to keep that chance, you're going to be packing up your stuff and heading out the doors of my office. Got it?" I gulped as I tensed up before nodding hesitantly. "Y-Yes sir.."

He stood up and headed out the door, leaving me shaking in fear. I can't lose my job! Who does he think he is!

'He's the boss, Ji. And it was also in your contract that you don't have any personal relationships with one of your patients.' I thought to myself before my eyes widened and my cheeks heated up.

"A p-personal relationship with Taehyung?! We do not have a relationship!" Trudging over to the front door and switching the lock.

~

"He's so strict!" Hyeon squeaked. "I know. What do I do?" I mumbled, playing with the edge of my sweater sleeve.

"If you don't want to get fired then don't continue this THING with Taehyung." I felt Hyeon seperate my hair into 3 parts, slowly starting to braid it and tie the end with an elastic band, letting the braid fall over my shoulder.

"Thing?! We've never had a thing to start off with! W-What do you mean?!" I deny quickly, feeling my face heat up and I start getting defensive.

"Woah-" Hyeon suddenly said before crossing her arms and smirking at me.

"What?" I stare back at her.

She pointed her perfectly manicured finger at me.

"You like him!" She exclaimed before I slapped her finger away. "Do not! I do not!"

"Why are you getting defensive about it then huh huh?!"

"I'm not! I'm just claiming that I don't!"

ding dong.

Hyeon and I froze. The pillow I was holding to hit Hyeon fell back onto the bed. We glanced at eachother before heading to the door which resulted in continuous pushing towards eachother to look through the peephole.

"It's your prince, Ji!" Hyeon held her hands to her heart and I immediately covered her mouth with my hand.

"He's going to hear-"

"Ji? Are you in there?" I heard his deep voice from the other side of the door, making my heart do a little jump.

I shyly opened the door and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, waving. "H-Hey Taehyung."

"Hi!" He smiled before looking over my shoulder, spotting Hyeon. "Who's this?"

"I'm her bestfriend, Hyeon Shi!" She proudly said. She had her hands on her hips and her head held high. "Just a minute!" I smiled innocently to Taehyung which he returned. I grabbed Hyeon's wrist and tugged her to the stairs. "Hyeon, go hang out in my room for a bit. I have to tell him everything-" "But-" "I promise I'll tell you everything after!" "...fine."

She muttered, trudging upstairs and into my room. Once I heard the door close, I headed back over to Taehyung.

"We need to talk, Taehyung." "About what?" I was too scared to make eye contact so I ended up staring down the carpet.

"I talked to my boss today and he knows." I sighed before feeling jolts run through my body when I feel his hand come in contact with mine. "Knows about what, Ji?"  "Us. He knows we know eachother outside from work."

"And?" I could tell he knew where this was going. "It's part of my contract. I'm so stupid-" "And?" He asked sternly, trying to make eye contact with me.

"We can't be meeting like this and being friends. It's against my contract a-and Mr.Gung will fire me if I don't, Taehyung! It's against the rules!" I ran my fingers through my hair stressfully, still not able to meet his eyes.

"I thought you wanted to help me." He already sounded weak. And I almost swore I saw his lip quiver from the corner of my eye.

"Ji. You're the only thing that keeps me sane in this world."