Jungkook was right. BTS still wasn't back from their outing by late afternoon the next day.

You're photoshopping a photo of Suga for a future post when you get a text from Jungkook.

How are you

You smile at your phone, surprised.

Almost wrapping up for the day. How is the shoot going?

Running late. Will probably not return until tomorrow.

What are you doing?

I'm photoshopping Suga :)

It's a waste of time. You can't do anything about his face. I've tried before.

HA! You are so rude!

Can't wait to be back.

I'm excited for you to be back too, I need a picture of you for the blog.

Jinjja... Look at you already mixing work and play.

Alright I'll just ask Taehyung instead.

... Give me a minute.

A few minutes later, you receive a picture:

You laugh at the picture, then text him back.

I can't even use that for the blog!

Not my problem. Now you have no reason to text Taehyung. He talks about you too much already.

You roll your eyes and put your phone away.

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You twitch awake at the loud vibration, slapping your hand over your phone to grab it.

Your bedside clock blinks 1:18 AM.

With blurred vision, you read that it's Jungkook.

Are you still up? Sorry if this wakes you.

Are you done for the day? You must be exhausted.

Call you?

Okay

You rub your eyes, yawning.

Your phone rings a second later.

Choosing only voice call again, you clear your throat twice before you answer it.

"Hi", you say right away.

"Hey." His perfectly masculine voice cuts through the darkness and silence in your bedroom.

Your heart responds by stomping in your chest.

The little circle rotates twice on your screen.

Then you see him, sitting in a hotel room.

You smile at the sight of him.

"Did I wake you?" He asks.

"It's okay," you tell him.

You stare at your phone intently, studying his face.
And not the fact that his bath robe is loose.

He looks up straight into the camera lens and grins.

You can't help yourself.
You know he's doing it on purpose but you jerk up sitting right away, flustered and red.

You inhale quietly and try to sound nonchalant.

"Are you flirting with your camera, Jungkook-ssi?"

Your voice sounds calm, almost snobby.
Good job, good job.

He laughs.

"Ah, did it not work?" He swipes at his bangs with his hand, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Maybe if I wasn't already rolling waist deep in handsome celebrity men every day," you drawl.

Mock annoyance comes over his face.

"I dare you to say that to my face tomorrow." he challenges, leaning close to the camera.

"Gladly!" you quip right back.

He grins.

There's a few moments of quiet and you don't know what he's thinking but you spend the time taking in his general attractiveness.

"Why am I always on video and sending you selcas?" He says, shaking his head.
"Isn't that what girls do? How come you never do it? How do I get to see you?"

"You only do it because you know you're handsome," you tell him.

He pulls back from the phone, laughing.

"I know I'm right," you smile.

"Ahhhh," he catches his breath.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow." he says, still smiling.

"Yeah, I still need that blog picture," you tease.

"Aiiish," he looks away, pretending to be irritated.

You laugh at his animated expressions.

"But anyway," you get serious, "you should get some sleep. I hear you have to be back here doing makeup by 8:00 AM tomorrow," you remind him gently.

"Oh. Yeah." He swipes his phone to look at the time.
"I'll see you tomorrow though?"

"Yes," you reply, already nervous.

He picks up on your tone and raises his eyebrows.

"Yaa! I better see you tomorrow. I swear I'll know if you are trying to avoid me aga—" his voice rises steadily in volume.

"You will!" you cut off him quickly, before his temperamental manhood gets agitated.
"I'm writing about your interview tomorrow. I'll see you."

He relaxes, sinking back into his chair.

"Good night," he instantly changes his tone and smiles wide, innocent and cheerful.

"Good night," you roll your eyes, hanging up on his face.