(Y/N'S POV)

Rolling over to your side, "Ahh... My head hurts." you groan, the sunlight piercing through the blinds, illuminating the room. Had you had too much to drink? You weren't really sure. The events of last night were fairly hazy, as you tried to piece together a basic grasp of what had happened. Your vision had been blurred and speech slurred, but the memorable scent remained the same... The same one that was enveloped in the bedsheets which had been placed on your body.

You heave a sigh in defeat.

Sitting up, you reach for your phone rested on the nightstand. Sliding your fingers across the glass screen, your eyes widen in shock.

It was at this moment you realized, it was the next day - not night like you had assumed. Your mind was doing backflips, somersaulting, as a shade of crimson had tainted your cheeks, heat increasing with each passing second as you observed underneath the thin sheets.

"Holy shit!" You shrill, hand cupping your mouth as you confirmed your worst nightmare to be a startling reality.

Your clothesless body under thin bed sheets.

Your blood runs cold, panic settling in as you realize that your camera is also missing. Ruffling your hair in frustration you curse, "Fuck, it was my first day on the job too..." You kick the bed sheets to release your frustration, not realizing how much of an idiot you appeared to be in front of the man perched against the door frame arrogantly.

"Looking for this?" A deep voice booms, earning your attention. Snapping your head, your eyes shoot daggers at the boy who's flipping your camera around carelessly on his index finger. An annoying smirk tugs his lips as he observed you, a glint of amusement in his eyes, as your ears were practically pouring steam in rage.

"Give me that!" You approach him, snatching the camera from his hands. You smirk in victory, yet you couldn't help but be surprised as he allowed you to claim your camera back with ease.

"Wait a minute... Who are you?" You question, eyes narrowing, skeptical as you noticed his gaze wasn't fixed on you as a pose to your... chest.

There's a small moment of silence. Glancing down, you instantly flush a deep red, wrapping the bed sheet around you to save the last of dignity that you had.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner!?" You scream, his careless reaction somehow managing to piss you off even more, the intense desire to flip him the bird teasing your thoughts. Now wouldn't that be a treat?

The muffled sound of laughter fills the room, the culprit none other than the pecan-haired man by the entrance.

"Why are you still here!?" You shriek, blood pressure surely through the roof at this point. His presence alone was enough to make you want to strangle him with your bare hands.

"Do you not have legs? Get out!" You shout, shoving him out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

What happened last night?

You sigh sliding down the door, hands running through your locks of hair like gazelle prancing through the large plains of grass.

Why is this person here?

No matter how hard you tried to piece together the few memories you had, you couldn't make sense of the full picture. You had no idea how you ended up with this man, and you were certainly hoping the two of you had not performed a x-rated practice with each other because now that would be just straight up shallow.

Dressing yourself with the same attire from the night before, you ponder on your next move because let's face it; you had no clue who this man was, and you definitely did not want to 'get to know him better'.

So you had come up with two options because you're childish that way.

You could slip out the bedroom window and make a run for it, ditching the guy and leaving him completely confused. Or of course, you could take the harder route that would make you look less like a coward, and confront the guy who just saw your birthday suit.

Choices.

At this point the better option became very clear to you. Crystal, in fact.

You looked beyond the window, your eyes shutting in guilt, a pained expression growing on your face as you took a final glance at the wooden door separating you from him.

❥

"I'm truly sorry for this!" You lower your head apologetically to your chief editor, shoulders slumped.

He sighs, slamming your sad excuse of a report onto your desk, making you flinch. "I'll take care of this one. But don't ever let it happen again! Understand?" He barks.

"Yes." You mumble, bowing once more. After he leaves you heave a long sigh. "Great." You groan sarcastically.

"Back to editing I guess." You smile to yourself, cracking your knuckles.

❥

"Done. I'm done. Couldn't someone else take this job for the day?" You whine, twirling in your computer chair, staring at the ceiling aimlessly.

That devil's grin had tortured your mind once more.

Just what exactly was he?

No...

Who was he?

What is exactly made him think he had the right to eye you down shamelessly like that and then not even bother to explain what had happened the night before. You were both adults after all, so it wasn't like you both couldn't be civil about things. That is unless... If something really did happen last night.

You shake your head along with the dirty thoughts formulating in your mind. "There's n-no way!"

It wasn't like you would give yourself away that easily to someone. But then again, you were slobbering drunk...

Your head crashes onto the desk in defeat. "Why can't I remember anything?"

Right. Because you just happened to be the idiot that decides to get drunk on a work night. Not to mention, in a place creeping with many celebrities and those of higher class.

An irritated grin twitches your lips. "Stupid men can't keep to themselves." You huff, glancing at the clock. You let out a sigh of relief, "At least it's all over now." you smile to yourself. "It's not I'll be ever seeing him ever again anyways."

It was now the end of your shift, meaning it was time to return to your favourite destination; your bed. After gathering your things, you head out the building, signing out for the day. Pushing the front door open, a gust of wind washes over you, strands of hair blowing into your face.

Trudging to your bus stop, you can't help but grow a bit impatient. "Of all times for buses to be late, why now?" You fume. Because of your 'fabulous' mistake you had made last night, not only had you been punished with a pounding headache from your hangover, but also a wonderful 2 hours of overtime to re-do the project you hadn't completed.

From the distance, you spot the people-filled bus rushing closer, until it pulls into the slot in front of you, your eyes flying wide as a swarm of people rush off, nearly knocking you off balance.

Perks of being the stop in a major transit centre.

A cold hand snakes around your wrist, grabbing it tight. You freeze, eyes meeting the male who towered over you. His shoulders had been decorated with a oversized hoodie, eyes sharp, hooded, and his face shielded with a black mask. "Ack!" You jump back in surprise, ripping your arm from his grip.

Silence.

He remained motionless, none other than his orbs feeding on you, amusement present in his stare.

"Ah... Sorry wrong person." His velvety voice spoke, hand waving sheepishly as he took off without another word, leaving you in shock.

"What the...?"

❥

Bored, you decided to watch some TV - something which was out of the normal for you since you worked in the industry which practiced gossip heavily, succumbing to the lies as if it was their God. Everything that had left the anchors lips had been lies, and you knew it. You had grown immune becoming gullible but for some reason the public hadn't, which was odd because after enough scandals which had turned out to be false, you'd figure they'd abandon it right?

Nope.

Still, people would crawl back on their hands and knees. It was if even though the lies had been tearing them down, they couldn't get enough of it, their lust overcoming their sanity.

And of course, those at the top only saw green from the people who were addicted. They would take advantage of them merely for the benefit of themselves, because being completely honest they really couldn't give two fucks.

Your slender fingers hovers over the remote, as you observed the headline: BTS Bad Performance?

You continue watching, mind becoming more absorbed in the information being shared. Something about this had felt... Different. "Should I get some popcorn?" You asked yourself, giggling.

"Reports say that the maknae shared a room with a young woman." An image appears on the screen, a woman's exposed back facing the viewers. Did people really believe this? It was very easy to tell it was photoshop.

"Bullshit." You scoff.

"Even his performance was lacking according to some fans." The reporters continue to discuss, each of them giving their own perspectives on the situation. "Is this really what an idol's image should be? We'll come back after the break!"

A final image of the oh-so-popular celebrity closes the program, your hand flying to your mouth, fingers shaking as you pointed to the glowing screen, a blush creeping up your ears.

"T-that's him!"

(Jungkook's POV)

"I'm back." I announce, slipping off my shoes at the front entrance, as I step foot into the dorm. Passing through the halls, I make my way to the living room, plopping down on the couch beside Jin.

"Yah, where were you? Don't you know how mad our manager was?" He returns, giving me a wide eyed fish look, nearly making me laugh despite my best to hide it.

"Ah~ Just let me sleep. I'm tired." I shake him off, eyelids growing heavy as I leaned against his shoulder. A pain fills my whole body as his finger twist my nipple, "Yah!" I scream, jumping to my feet.

His laughter becomes dry, his stare turning serious. "Yah?"

I gulp hard. "U-uh oh."

Jin rises to his feet, cracking his knuckles, an evil glint in his gaze as he eyed me down in superiority. "Just who do you think you are to say that to your senior?" He growls, "I took care of you and this is what you give me? Haha..." He fans himself with his hand.

"Here goes the complaining." I mumble under my breath, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Jin points to my face accusingly, then cocking his head the door of the most dangerous member.

I let out a nervous chuckle. "You wouldn't dare."

He eyes me knowingly. "Oh, but I would."

"Shit-!"

"Yah! Suga, Jungkook's rolling his eyes at me!" Jin complains, earning a loud bang from the in irritation from behind the door.

"It's 10 at night. I'm trying to sleep, what do you want?" Suga slides his door open, revealing his shirtless-self laying down in bed, a sluggish yawn releasing from his lips as he gifts the both of us with an unamused look.

"Yeah Jin, stop yelling." I tease, earning a slap over the head from the elder in response.

"Wah! I'll really pinch you harder next time!" He threatens. I stick out my tongue, starting the intense chase.

Jin chases me around the living room, behind the couch and TV with an intent to get revenge. As a show off, I get cocky, trying to parkour over the couch only to fail and faceplant into the leather.

"Ha! I got you!" Jin shouts in victory, pushing me to the ground, attacking me with pinches. My back presses against a hard and bumpy surface as I try to escape his grip, the both of us freezing when the TV turns on suddenly.

"Reports say that the maknae shared a room with a young woman." Our jaws drop as we continue to listen, an explicit image showing itself on the screen.

"JUNGKOOOOOOK!!!!!!!!" Namjoon screeches.

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