Small fights.

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Walking down the corridor, Namjoon played with the pages he had in his hands. Giving a last look to each time-table he had made according to himself, he walked towards Inaya's cabin to surprise her with loads of work.

It was, yet, another day for him to work as her manager but she lessened his travel expense by showing up herself, and he appreciated her for that.

Inaya was an important person for him, rather than just being her manager, they were great friends.

Since Inaya debuted as a writer, Namjoon worked as her manager. There was a strong sense of attraction between the two, and ultimately they ended up being wonderful friends. Namjoon thought of her as his sister, whilst she wouldn't miss a chance to diss him like real a sibling would do.

There was faith, there was affection in their friendship. But, even after all these things, Inaya, as a loyal girlfriend, abided by Jungkook's condition. Thereof Namjoon had been unaware of the relationship she was sharing with Jungkook, more over he didn't know Jungkook or anyone having the same name as him.

But he trusted her. He believed in her. He had a faith, that whatever she'll decide to do wouldn't be wrong. Afterall, she was the same age as him,even if she didn't have the same IQ as him, she was mature enough to make choices for her welfare.

As he walked down the wooden path, to Inaya's cabin, a smile placed itself on his face, his eyes crinkled slightly, his dimples gave their way in. He would've called out for her few steps away from the room but instead he was welcomed with few muffled moans.

"Shit noona!"

"'Shit noona' who the hell is inside?" His face grimaced as he eavesdropped the hubbub created inside.

"Shhhh- Fuck! A little more, baby!"

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he heard the manly voice again, realising what was going on inside. Unable to resist the urge of calling out for his friend, he shouted her name.

"INAYA!" He rattled on the door, before the activity going on inside the room could progress any further, giving a heart attack to the two people inside.

Grabbing Jungkook's jeans quickly, she handed it to him, and started pushing him everywhere and anywhere he could hide in the room.

"Let me, at least, wear my jeans!" He whisper yelled at her, making her curse several times at him and throw unconscious slaps on his chest.

"Excuse me! I told you not to do anything here but you were continuously dying, saying 'Noona, two whole effing years, please!' And what was that? 'Lets just wrap up with a handjob' Sir, now what? Huh? And why are you taking so much time to just pull these damn pants up?!" She yelled back at him, his movements hastening as he heard her words.

"But you never stopped, you were enjoying it too. You are equally guilty, Miss Inaya!"

"You could've asked me to stop, Jeon Jungkook, but no, you were too busy saying 'a little more, baby', with that damn fucking sexy voice of yours. What more?"

"That doesn't make me the only one at fault in here." He grabbed his phone from her table, walking towards the open window.

"You won't jump?!" She grabbed his hand before he could do any silly thing, according to her. "We're on the third floor!" There was clattering on the door, caused by the concerned man standing outside, but Jungkook was too frustrated for that.

"Where else will I go then? And it is second floor." He mocked out, receiving a glare from her.

"Inside that cupboard-"

"Oh please, no. I don't wanna die due to suffocation!"

"You won't, don't be stupid, Jungkook. Moreover it's better than dying by falling." She clicked her tongue, a vague expression clouding over her features. "Just bare for five minutes."

"I'm telling you beforehand this isn't a good ide-" Before he could complete his sentence she pushed him inside the furniture, and quickly ran away to open the door for her manager.

"Hey!" The word left her mouth as a shrill shout unlikely to her attempt to stay calm and her hand immediately landed on her face due to embarrassment.

"Your- um your blouse- it's completely off your shoulders." Another face palm echoed through the room, but the owner wasn't visible, which instantly made Inaya slap her palm once again on her face.

"I will just ignore it, hehe." Namjoon walked inside the room, leaving her behind, fixing her blouse, before she walked up to him. Her hand rested on the table, hips swung in sync, as she stood in a more comfortable position.

"What are you here for?"

"That's rude, Inaya." He plopped himself on a chair, his arms came to rest on the table and his face weighed over his palm.

"Namjoon? Well, could you pleas-"

"Your schedule, ma'am." His other hand pulled the thick bundle of papers in her sight and slapped them on her table, a sigh left his mouth.

"You. Are. Very. Busy. This. Week. You understand?" His eyes bored into hers, just to show her how serious he was at the moment. "Don't you dare run away or make any excuses this week!"

She nodded to him, picking up the sheets herself, sparing a look to the headings only.

"Advertisement?" She questioned him, spinning the papers perpetually.

"Yes. It's related to a reminder regarding the eco-friendly methods that the companies are adopting to print books nowadays. It's not just you but three writers more. So be ready at 8 tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" She turned through the pages backwards, halted on the advertisement page, and sighed after reading the time and venue. "It's so far from my home."

"That's why I would be coming to pick you up at 8 and... according to my calculations we'll reach there till 9. So be ready. Your make-up will be done there so don't try ruining or any kind of experimenting on your face-

"Hey!"

"- and please wear something that covers your neck!"

"What do you mean?"

"It's troubled with hickeys, sweetheart, and according to what I remember, you don't have a boyfriend. And according to what I know, you won't want more rumors about yourself." He pointed at her exposed neck, shaking his head sideways, giving her a I'm-tired-of-your-shit expression.

When he looked at her again, she was smiling creepily, that automatically earned a chuckle from his lips. Before moving out of the room he didn't spare her hair from being ruffled, as he muttered 'No sex in office'.

"I didn't!" And he walked away before he could listen to her explanation. "Who am I even trying to explain? Huh! The guy who hadn't had sex yet." She walked back inside the cabin, leaving the door open in the process, and plopped herself over the chair.

"TOO MUCH OF WORK!" She sighed heavily, already tired, reading all her tasks for the week. Advertisement, a general meeting with her publisher and everyone who helps in the generation of her thoughts on paper and preparation for the awards held in the next month. She was nominated. That made her happy, she wondered what would be her family's reaction.

"TOO LESS OXYGEN TO BREATHE! OPEN THIS DAMN THING!"

She sat still for a moment, registering who, and from where, just shouted? Realising that her only boyfriend was locked inside a cupboard, a cupboard comparatively so small for his bulky body, she rushed to the wooden piece. Once she pulled open the doors, Jungkook jumped out immediately breathing in and out, soundly.

"You-" He took a deep breath before sustaining his rant, "You- Just- You almost killed your boyfriend. The man you love!" He accused over dramatically, and that caused Inaya to throw few foreign words at him.

"What language is that?!" He asked, too astounded by her deep voice and the unknown words.

She just shrugged, causing him to ruffle his hair in annoyance.

"Fuck, this woman knows too many languages." He muttered, walking outside while putting on his mask. But then he peeped back inside. "I'll cook today, so tell me anything you wanna eat?"

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A/n

I took longer than a week. Hehe.

You see studies are a pure form of headache at times, especially when you are given only a fifteen days summer break. LIKE WHAT THE HELL?! And on top of that you gotta complete assignments, for every subject. Good news, I haven't studied few, yet. Haha, jokes on me.

Be the best of you!