Jungkook's POV-

I sit up abruptly as I am pulled harshly from my sleep by another unpleasant dream. I'm breathing heavily but I have no idea what my dream was about.

I can hardly ever remember once I wake up what actually happened in the dream. The only thing that is abundantly clear consistently after waking up is the feeling of terror and distress.

I'm actually quite surprised my subconscious remembered the sound of that man's voice. The one that called me.

The room is dark and I can hardly see anything so I reach out my hand to the spot next to me and don't feel Tae beside me.

I call out his name and a minute or so later I see the door crack open and the light from the hallway flood into the room while Tae stands in the doorway. He has his phone up to his ear.

"It is so incredibly beautiful, and thoughtful, but I cannot accept it in good conscience. Besides, there is nowhere in my space where it could be displayed and look as perfect as it did above your dining table."

He's quiet as the person on the line speaks and he mouths I'm Sorry while he points to his phone.

He then waves his hand for me to follow him while he pushes the door open fully before turning to go back up the hall as he continues his call.

"She did relay the invite and I was so sorry to have to tell her I couldn't make it. It was just such short notice and I have had plans with a friend from out of town that I just cannot back out of." He says in an apologetic tone.

I get out of bed and follow him down the hall and into the kitchen, my curiosity regarding this call immediately being peaked.

Who is he talking to? And why is he lying to them in such an overly nice way?

"Oh my God, you are too nice but I will not take no for an answer. I will drop by tomorrow with the canvas and that is final." He smiles as he speaks in a feigned stern tone.

It's quiet as I watch his face. He is listening intently to whoever is on the call but he is looking at me a little anxiously.

Almost like he is on the verge of being uncomfortable with whatever is being said.

He pulls the phone away from his ear a bit and whispers to me. "I need you to knock on the door when I signal and then say hello or something after I greet you, okay?"

I nod excitedly with a large smile. I love being part of his plans. I've missed it.

He gets back on the line. "Awe that does sound like a blast. Well it is just passed seven fifteen now, it would be rather rude of me to not have shown up on time with your other guests..."

My eyes widen when I hear him say the time, I had no idea it was so late.

"No, our plans were supposed to be at six thirty actually but I suppose-"

Just then he signals for me to make some noise. I stride over to his front door before knocking loudly a few times.

"Oh actually, speaking of. Just a moment okay?" He says into the phone.

He walks to where I am stood, I see him silently mouth the numbers as he counts down from ten before he turns the locks on the door so the caller can hear the action before giving me an over exaggerated.

"Hey! You made it!"

I speak up, inexplicably feeling the need to change my voice into some ridiculous sounding female cartoon character.

"Sorry! I couldn't remember which floor you said you were on so I stopped on each one. I won't charge you for the minutes it took me to find you though so don't worry. I will still be expecting a tip though."

I hold back my laughter as I watch his eyes widen in surprise before he bites his lips between his teeth as he too holds back his laughter.

"You are still just as funny as I remember. Come on in." He struggles to say without laughing too hysterically.

He slaps me on the arm playfully as he brings the phone back to his ear. "My friend just arrived so I am going to have to go. Thank you again for the thoughtful gift and I will be by tomorrow evening."

He eyes me as I'm still trying to contain my laughter.

"Okay, tell her again how sorry I am that she had to attend alone, but make sure she has some fun will you." He chuckles. "Have a good night."

He smiles before he pulls the phone away and ends the call.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" He says as he bursts into laughter, sliding his phone into his pocket.

We stand in the doorway with tears rolling down our faces laughing.

"I am going to get you for that!" He says as he reaches his hands out and begins to tickle me.

I'm faster than he is though and I hurry to escape from where he thought he had me cornered by the door.

I run to the living room, grabbing a pillow that had fallen to floor to arm myself as I jump onto the couch.

He rounds the corner with a devious smile and his arms stretched out like he's ready to tackle me.

"My hourly rate is going to double if you're too rough. That kind of appointment needs to be negotiated beforehand with my employer." I tease as I continue to giggle.

"You're a little shit, you know that?" He laughs back as he jumps onto the couch beside me.

"Yes, but an expensive one. You couldn't afford even thirty minutes with this piece of ass!"

We both laugh even harder, if that's possible, as I toss the pillow at him before I try to jump down from the couch.

I am surprised when I feel his arm wrap around my waste as he pulls me down to pin me underneath him seemingly in one swift motion.

I blink a few times as his smirk widens.

"I kind of miss seeing you like this."

My eyes widen at his words and I feel my cheeks start to heat up.

Thankfully knocking sounds through the apartment, bringing a welcome distraction from my undoubtedly red cheeks.

He leans back as he pulls me up into a sitting position along with him before he moves up onto his feet.

"That must be the actual prostitute I ordered." He chuckles.

He leaves me where I'm sat on the couch. After he disappears around the corner I stand up and fix my disheveled hair.

While taking some much needed deep breaths, I walk towards the window to look down on the busy streets.

"Kook?" I jump at the low voice that calls out from behind me. His tone is full of concern and caution.

I turn slowly to see Yoongi standing beside Tae. Upon seeing his face my heart drops a little. He's been worried.

"I'm sorry if I worried you. I was just about to leave. I just- I got tired and wanted to sleep for a little while."

He nods his head slightly as he takes a few steps towards me.

Just then Tae lets out a groan from behind Yoongi and my eyes move to where he is stood and see him answer his phone.

"Hel-" He starts to say, before he lets out an exasperated sigh. "No Seulgi, I'm not with a prostitute. It's a long story..."

He rolls his eyes before he lowers his phone to tell us to see ourselves out whenever before he leaves the room and disappears down the hallway.

Yoongi closes what is left of the distance between us and reaches his hand out for mine.

Once he has it securely held in his, he moves his eyes up to meet mine and gently says, "I'm sorry that I've been avoiding your questions, but I think I am ready to answer them. But I will do so slowly, as to not overwhelm you, and I'll only answer a few at a time. Deal?"

I smile adoringly at him as he mirrors the same emotion back.

"That's all I've wanted." I smile lovingly at him as I give his hand a gentle squeeze.