Jimin had gone back into his office after we had eaten, and I wasn't sure if he had come into bed or not that night. When I woke up in the morning, he was not in the apartment, and once again there was a little note in the kitchen.

"I asked your brother to come and sit with you today.

I'll let you know when this scandal has cleared a bit.

Don't be stupid today or I'll get really mad.

Jimin"

I sighed and switched the coffee machine on to make myself a hot chocolate. There was some stirfry left over from the previous night, so I considered heating it up for breakfast, but decided to wait until Jungkook came over; he loved this recipe.

Once I had finished my hot chocolate, I had a quick shower, and got myself dressed into a clean pair of pajamas. It was obvious I wasn't going out anywhere, and my brother was used to seeing me like that; I wasn't going to get dressed just for him.

I was just settling onto the sofa with another mug of hot chocolate when the doorbell rang. A quick look at the video feed on the intercom confirmed it was Jungkook, so I pressed the buzzer to unlock the door. A minute or so later, he was at the front door.

"Noona," He smiled happily as he pulled me into a hug, before letting himself in, "This place is huge! And I didn't think Park Jimin would be so tidy,"

I raised my eyebrows. It was true, the place was spotless, which was a huge difference to when I arrived. Of course, I had been keeping the kitchen clean, as that was where the mess accumilated, but obviously, Jimin was cleaning up after himself.

I suddenly thought back to the argument we had the previous night, where Jimin had picked his shoes up before going to his office.

"He wasn't when I first got here," I said, "Do you want a coffee, Kook?"

Jungkook hummed his response as he started to poke around the apartment, and I heard a sudden yell, almost dropping the mug in surprise.

"What?! What is it?!" I cried, rushing to where he was.

Jungkook scowled at me as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom, his arm outstretched as he pointed at the bed, "You share a bed?!"

I shrugged and pulled him back to the kitchen, "I think he sleeps in his office most of the time, anyway,"

"What a loving husband," He muttered, taking the now full mug of coffee off of me, "By the way, Noona, I saw the news,"

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Yoongi and me?"

"Yes, such a wonderful man you chose to have an affair with!" Jungkook began to laugh, and I smacked his arm, "Jimin doesn't know about him, does he?"

I shrugged again, "I don't think so, but it doesn't matter. He believed me anyway. It's the press that had a field day. I read one of the articles yesterday when Jimin came home. Apparently, Yoongi was looking at me with such loving eyes it was obvious we were in a relationship,"

Jungkook laughed again, "Well, in their defence, he does look at you with loving eyes,"

"Yeah, well, he looks at a lot of people with loving eyes," I dismissed him and took a sip from my slowly cooling hot chocolate.

"Anyway, Noona," Jungkook placed his mug on the counter and stared down at me, crossing his arms over his wide chest, "How come you didn't invite me here, but Jimin did? And Dad misses you, you should call him too. Are we not important now?"

Jungkook looked hurt, so I put my mug down and hugged him again, "Of course you are, Kookie. You and Dad are the reason that this whole thing started! Jimi-"

I trailed off, pulling away from him with a frown as I remembered why I had accepted the public apology.

"How's the house?"

Jungkook grinned suddenly, "It's all fixed! Dad actually had a meeting with Jimins dad the day you got proposed to. He said that Jimin wanted to buy us a new house, but Dad didn't want to, because that's where we lived with Mum. Anyway, they sent builders over instead and they renovated and fixed the entire house in only a few days!"

I glared at him, "So you're getting mad at me for not telling you things, but you kept this from me? Double standards, Kook!"

He rubbed the back of his neck and grinned sheepishly, "Okay, yeah, sorry. But getting our house sorted isn't the same as getting married, Noona,"

My reply was cut short by the sound of my phone ringing, and I fished it out of my pajama pocket, confussed when I saw the name, "It's Jimin,"

"Answer it, I need the bathroom, anyway," Jungkook ruffled my hair affectionately, laughing when I slapped his hand away, and disappeared down the hallway.

I swiped my finger afross the screen, accepting the call and lifting the phone to my ear, "Hello?"

"Is your brother there, yet, stupid?"

I frowned, "Stop calling me stupid! And yes, he's here,"

"Good. Get ready, we are going for lunch; you and I,"

"What about Jungkook? He just got here,"

"I'll order him pizza or something, I'm sure he'll forgive me. Anyway, get sorted and ask Jungkook to drive you to my office at the Park Hotel where we met for the first time. We are going to fix this problem, and you are going to be happy to see me, understood?"

"Can you quit talking to me like I'm a child, Park Jimin?" I snapped at him, "I'm a grown woman,"

"Then get yourself dressed instead of hanging about in your pajamas, and get to my office ASAP, Jeon Bee!" Came the reply, before he hung up on me.

I sighed, pulling the phone away from my ear and glaring at it. I know it wasn't my phones fault, but I felt better after letting my irritation out on the screen.

"What did he want?" Jungkook came back into the kitchen, flicking water in my face from his hands.

"Gross, that better have been water," I said, wiping my face.

He just grinned, "Well?"

"He wants you to drive me to his office so we can fix the scandal thing. He said he'd order you pizza,"

Jungkook hummed, "Well, free pizza is a good enough payment I guess. But I want a large, not some micro pizza,"

I rolled my eyes and pulled him to the living room, slapping the remote for the television into his hand, "I'm going to get ready, entertain yourself,"

I managed to find a suitable dress, put on some make up and style my hair in about half an hour, and stood staring at two pairs of shoes. One was my favourite pair of flat dolly shoes, and the other was a pair of black wedges. The wedges were gorgeous, but I wasn't sure I would be able to walk in them.

With a sigh, I slipped my feet into the flats and stuffed the wedges into a bag, before heading to the living area, where Jungkook was spread out over the sofa.

"This TV is like a cinema screen," He said, not even turning to look at me, "Can you get Jimin to buy me one?"

"Suddenly you're all for me marrying him," I grumbled at him, and Jungkook got to his feet.

"I don't want you to marry him, but you're the most stubborn person I know, after Mum. If you're going to do it whether I like it or not, I might as well get a new TV,"

He ducked as I swung my bag at him, laughing as he switched the television off.

"Come on, Noona. You look really nice, by the way,"

I beamed at him and he followed me down into the carpark where he had parked. As I climbed into the car, I got a text from Jimin.

"This is a surprise visit from you. I'll be in an important meeting when you come, so there will be a lot of people and some press around to see my reaction. Daisy knows you are coming, she will meet you at the reception of the hotel on the ground floor. JM"

A second message came through, and I felt myself smile, just a small bit.

"Don't break your ankle walking in heels, stupid!"