"Ouch, you dumbass! That hurts!" Jung-kook shouted as he rubbed his temple where a macadamia landed on his face.

"What a sissy!" Min-woo said under his breath while tossing the Tropical salad he's making on the kitchen counter.

"Hey! I heard that!" The raven-haired lad shot back at his friend.

They were at the agent's apartment, though small, it was cozy, and best of all, it was away from prying eyes.

"Get your feet off my table," Min-woo directed as he set down the salad bowl.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Jung-kook said, picking up the remote control. "Can we at least change the channel?"

"Nope. My place, my rules."

"But I don't want to watch this," Jung-kook gestured at the screen in front of the couch.

"Then don't come here," Min-woo retorted.

"But YugBam are at it again!"

"Why? You're uncomfortable with two grown men making kissy faces at each other?"

"Ugggh. Fine! Stop reminding me."

"Then hurry and scoot over, they're about to come on," Min-woo announced excitedly, ignoring the eye-roll that Jung-kook gave him.

On-screen, a bunch of nicely dressed boys were about to perform one of their hit singles. A particular silhouette in a black-sequined jacket started the song off with a few flips of his hair.

Jung-kook scrunched his nose up in distaste. He's never seen a more egotistic man in his life. Who does he think he is? God's gift to women? What a joke! If he was as popular as that damn kid, he would've had as many people, if not more, throwing themselves at his feet.

Not to worry, Jung-kook assured himself. One day, he'll be on a stage equal or even greater than that of BTS, and when that time comes, he'd be the first to knock Taehyung off his horse.