Nononono.

This isn't happening.

My eyes refocused on the sight of the man in front of me, clad in messy lounge attire, yet incredibly attractive. And looking very much like the Jeon Jungkook.

And he's focusing back on me.

I'm dreaming, right?

Only when he awkwardly tilts his head to the other direction, presumingly saving me some sort of dignity, was when I realised—

No, it's not a dream, not even reality. It's a nightmare.

I break out of my trance at that moment, and immediately stood up properly; breaking the ridiculous pose I was doing. It was incredibly awkward, to the point that it even radiated onto him. Jungkook doesn't seem to know what to do either— leaving the scene and pretending not to see me was somewhat rude, yet staying here was also awkward to no ends.

That's when I felt a sudden steam and light-headness, and my surroundings started to blur— darkness overwhelming my line of vision.

Before I knew it, I had passed out from extreme shock and stress.

Oh God.

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Fast forward

"Ngh...." I groan, kicking groggily at the sheets. Wait, sheets?

I woke up in a hurry— and recalled the events earlier.

Oh my God. Please delete my entire existence.

I wallowed in extreme shame as I buried my face in my hands, trying to somehow simulate digging a hole in the earth to hide in. But it was to no avail— the embarrassing scenes played out one by one in my head, as if it's mocking my very decisions.

But hold up, where am I?

I take away the hands on my face, before refocusing on my surroundings. It seemed strangely familiar, like I've seen it before, yet not enough to distinctly catch where I am.

Explore, I thought. Shrugging off the sheets again, I placed both feet down to the ground from the bed, still feeling a little giddy from earlier. My eyes scanned the room for clues, and for potential danger. And it was just then when I caught sight of something—

"You're awake." A concerned voice resonated from across the room.

When I look over my shoulder, my heart almost had a cardiac arrest, yet again. It was Jeon Jungkook, looking godly as ever.

By this time, perhaps it was my body trying to protect myself from further shock entering the system— but I felt significantly more calm towards the current situation. I gulped, staring at the gorgeous man across the room as he grinned in a knowing smile.

"Uhm, may I know where I am, Sir?" I blurted out formally.

With that— Jungkook seems to be unable to hold back, bursting into laughter as soon as he hears my first words. He then composes himself, the look of amusement and interest in his eyes overflowing with curiosity.

"You're in my penthouse." He answers, still holding back a few chuckles. "You passed out. I carried you back."

"What?!" I yelled suddenly, and he's taken aback. "You carried me?!"

After a slight hesitation, he nods slowly to my exclamation. I buried my face in my hands again, hiding the embarrassment that has flushed up onto my cheeks.

Jungkook seems to notice me going deep into bouts of panic. He pauses a little, before smiling gently, to seemingly calm me from my thoughts.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook," he introduces, to somewhat dismiss my worry about what he thinks of me. "You are?"

For some reason, the introduction— although unnecessary because I knew completely who he was— saved me from any more incoming embarrassment. "I'm Kim Yeonjoo." I answer.

Jungkook's lips turn up at my response. He then hands me my phone, directing his eyes onto it.

"Someone's been trying to call you for a while now." He informs.

Oh shit. I look down at the number of messages and calls I've received, as well as the time. It's evening. The owner of the apartment I rented for my trip to Seoul had been trying to contact me.

"I need to go. Asap!" I panick, running around to grab my belongings. He quietly makes way for me, before pressing the lift button with a card to allow me to get down.

And as the lift opens, Jungkook suddenly slips a hand onto my wrist, holding my palm up. He writes something on my palm, before placing a piece of paper onto my hand.

"See you soon." He steps back with a devilish grin, letting the lift door close.

And in my palm, was a VIP pass to his upcoming concert.

But before I could even process what was going on, I had made out what he was writing on my palm.

Adorable.