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GETTING UP FROM SLEEP, JUNGKOOK PANTED, quickly getting off of the bed as he ran towards the door.

"Haerin!" He yelled, closing his eyes tightly as he rapidly knocked on he door. "What happened?" I asked and opened the door. He sighed, "I did it." I titled my head, confused. "Did what?" He pressed his lips in a thin line, poking my forehead. "Seeing you first in the morning dumbo." I stood there for ten seconds, staring at him.

"Bye." I slammed the door in his face. "Wait—what?" He asked, knitting his eyebrows. "I thought you died or something." I chuckled, my head against the door. "I'm going." He cooed, I hummed, "Go."

"I'm really going."

"Then go."

"I'm really—"

"Just leave already!"

He chuckled, shaking his head as he walked back to his room. "What are you doing?" He paused at the voice. "Jihee?" He asked, gritting his teeth. "You can't—" He waved his hand in front of her face. "F*ck off. The deal between us is done."

She frowned, "What are you talking about?" He sighed, "I don't want this, now get lost—if you don't want to be fired." He grinned, "Y-You cheater, I'll tell her everything."

"You'll die." He growled, holding the handle of his door, "If my wife gets to know about any of this, you'll die." She scoffed, "Now she's your wife? She's not a b—" He grinned, "You know..I realised something."

He turned back to her, tears in his eyes. "I shouldn't trust anyone except her, you're a f*cking liar. She's not a gold digger—that's you." Her face scrunched, "Y—" He shook his head, "No. I don't want to hear your bu*lshit anymore, get lost."

He slammed the door shut in her face, leaving her alone. "That a*shole." She muttered.

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No." I laughed and shook my head, Hana sighed. "Let's do it. It seems so romantic!" I snorted, "Yeah, like in some old dramas."

"You'll make him lunch and go to him, then he'll be—" I stopped her, placing my hand over her mouth, "Oh please. It's so cringy." I said, laughing. "Just do it." She urged, tugging at my sleeve, "No." I shook my head, "That's so cringy. I'll never do it." I said, sitting back on the chair.

"I did it." She confessed, "What?" I asked, "Deliver lunch to my boyfriend." She said, smiling. "Where's he?" She pressed her lips in a thin line, "Oh, now he's dead." She shrugged, "What?" She laughed, "You see, he was kinda involved with gangsters and all, and so he died."

"I'm sorry about that." I muttered, "Nah, it's all good now." She shrugged. "We weren't that close too. But he was happy when I bought him lunch to work, but I stole that idea from an old movie." She laughed.

"Let's just do it." She said again. I bit my nails, sighing. "Fine."

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"This doesn't seem fine though." I whispered to Hana, looking around he large building. "Just put the hat properly." She said, tugging at my hat as she fixed it. "Why am I hiding anyway?" I asked, "You know, that's what rich women do—hide their identity. And when someone asks them who they are, she takes her sunglasses off and says—your boss. And baaam." I pressed my lips in a thin line when some people turned to her. "You look like a crazy grandma." I said, laughing.

"Shoot—" She pulled my waist, turning the other way, "Sir's coming this way." She muttered, "Well we're here to meet h—" She tugged at my dress when I tried to turn, "I'm not ready, what if he yells at me for letting you come here." I sighed, "Well you did." She hummed.

"Don't look at him." She said, now that the situation got intense—I was nervous.

He stood next to me in a distance, talking to someone, I gulped, trying move away, but the tight grip of Hana's prevented me from doing so. "Damn, damn, damn." She sang as he walked straight towards us.

I tugged at my hat as he came straight in front of me, stopping. "Do whatever you want, I don't want any damned paparazzi in my building." I stiffened even more, "I feel like one." I muttered, chuckling.

Hana sighed loudly when he left. "What are we even doing? He left." I said, slapping her arm lightly, "Sorry, I wasn't ready." She said, rubbing the back of her head.

"Excuse me." I turned to the man, "Security." Hana muttered, "We're done." She muttered, the man looked at me and then at her, raising his eyebrows,

"Who are you two?"

F*cking hell.