"Elise! Wake up!" My mom knocks on my door and I roll over my bed to ignore her calls.

I suddenly hear the sound of keys from the other side of my room and I started covering my head with my blanket.

Later on, I hear the door creaks open and feel that someone is already sitting next to me on my bed, mom's slightly shaking me. "Elise wake up." She gives my butt a weak slap and I give up on hiding.

I removed the blanket on my face and stretched my arms. "What?" I ask before yawning.

"Jimin's downstairs waiting for you." My eyes that are sleepy before started widening as I heard Jimin's name.

I move on my left to find my phone that I hid under my pillow. I look at the time and it's already nine in the morning, my seven o'clock alarm didn't sound.

Jimin messaged me last night that his father agreed that we can interview him for our project, and since he's father's job is a little too far from here, he told me that we'll go at nine.

But here I am, still unprepared. "Okay, tell him I'll be down in a minute," I said and jumped off of my bed.

"Make sure you grab some breakfast first before going out." I just nod at my mom's reminder even though I'm not sure if I have enough time to do what she said.

I enter the bathroom with my towel, I stripped quickly and let the cold water wash over me.

I did my things as fast as I can and grab a decent cloth inside my wardrobe.

A white sleeveless shirt, a dark blue denim jacket, a pair of washed jeans, and white Keds.

I have to look presentable, I'm meeting Jimin's dad and I don't know what he's like.

I grab my bag and shove some pens and paper inside before going down with a comb in my hand.

I stopped at my tracks as I saw an annoyed Jimin at the end of the stairs. He's wearing a white long-sleeved blouse and some of his tattoos are quite visible from the thin fabric, a cream-colored short, making his legs visible for the first time, another pair of different white shoes and round sunglasses.

Wow.

"Good morning?" Instead of sounding like I greeted him, my statement seems like a question.

"What time is it?" He deadpans.

"I know, I'm sorry, my alarm didn't work." I continued walking down towards him and he still has that deadly glare behind his shades on me.

"C'mon we're gonna be late." He holds me on my arm and tries to pull me outside, but I try my best to resist.

"I still haven't eaten breakfast," I told him and I pout.

"We'll go to a drive-thru, eat inside my car." He instructs. "But don't make a mess." He adds a warning with a serious look on his face.

"Mom! We're going!" Before I can even see my mom, Jimin is already dragging me outside.

His luxurious car is parked outside our house, it's a 2018 Mazda Miata and I can't believe that I'm finally getting on it.

When I get in, the seat is pretty cozy and the scent of the car is somehow making me dizzy. Nevertheless, everything seems perfect. "Seatbelt," Jimin tells and I oblige.

"Where exactly is your father's work?" I ask as I put on my seatbelt.

"Sacramento."

My eyes pop at what he said. "What? That's almost a six-hour drive!" My voice raises.

"That's why I told you to get ready as early as you can." He scoffs and I can't say anything in return. It's my fault that it's already a quarter to ten in the morning when we left.

"You could've told me your father works far from here." I suck the lower part of my lips in guilt.

Maybe that's why he insisted that we should not interview his dad. Because the drive will take most of our time. "So are we going to skip classes tomorrow?" I hesitate at first on asking.

"It's up to you. If you don't want to then I can drive you at night." He suggests.

"I can drive if you're tired."

"You're not going to drive my car." His voice was taut with a decision that will never change.

I guess I'm just skipping classes tomorrow.

I can just tell Jimin to find another interviewee if his father is that far away from us but he already made an effort to it, plus his father already knows that we're coming.

I've been to Sacramento at least twice or thrice, and I'm not familiar with the directions to it. Therefore I can't really drive back home.

I'm leaving everything to Jimin.

"So, you live in Sacramento? Then why are you here in Los Angeles?" Curiosity got the best of me as I ask him the question.

"I don't. Before I moved into that house next to yours, I live with my father at South El Monte before." He informs and all I did was nod.

Basically, they live here, but her mom is working in Italy as a waitress and his dad is at another county doing business.

Wait, if his family can afford to buy Jimin this kind of car, then why does her mother have to work so hard in Italy as a waitress?

She can just chill here at Los Angeles if they're already that rich.

I want to ask Jimin more question but I get the feeling that he gets too uncomfortable that I ask questions about his family.

After ten minutes we finally found the signage of McDonald's and just like what Jimin promised, we'll go through the drive-thru. "What do you want?" He asks the moment he stops the car next to a lady who mans the window of the drive-thru.

She greeted Jimin with an intense look in her eyes, and she doesn't even bother to spare me a little glance. I'm sure she can see me.

"Sausage McMuffin, two Hash Browns, and one large Iced Coffee." I already memorized my favorite McDonald's breakfast menu.

Jimin repeated the same words I said to him, except for the Sausage Burrito which I believe is his order.

"If that would be all, it will be $5.99." As soon as I heard the price I scurry to my bag and find my wallet, but to my dismay, I can't see it.

I removed everything inside my bag to prove myself wrong that my wallet is here. But my bag is already empty and my purse is nowhere to be seen.

I must've left it on my study table.

I mentally slap my forehead for forgetting my wallet and brought dozens of pens instead.

"Tell the lady to remove everything I've ordered on the list, I forgot my wallet on my table." I disappointingly said to Jimin and he stares at me with a blank face.

I sulk as I place my stuff inside my bag again. "Thank you, next window sir." I hear the lady speak and when I look at her she's smiling at him and she's gesturing for him to drive to the next window.

I lean my back on the seat and close my eyes to avoid looking at Jimin's food. I'll probably drool even more. If I can stop breathing while he's eating his burrito just so I can't smell it, then I will, but I can't.

While we're stopped, my stomach suddenly growls and I curse at myself for rising too late, making me miss breakfast at home and for forgetting to bring my wallet at a long drive.

I finally hear the sound of a paper bag, and I already know it's Jimin's food. But then I jolt when something hot and cold touches my thighs.

I open my eyes to see a paper bag of McDonald's on me and my large ice coffee.

I look at Jimin and he's already unwrapping his burrito. "Eat up." He says.

"Thanks." I sheepishly said. I started opening the paper bag and my hearty breakfast is in it. To avoid much excitement because of it, I acted like I wasn't that hungry but when I finally unwrapped it, I took a big bite on my McMuffin.

Jimin started driving single-handed, the other hand holds his burrito and I became busy with my own food.

Our food made the car smell that's why Jimin suddenly opens the roof of his car.

I don't know if he's bragging or he just wants the smell to go out of his car.

My hair started going in different ways and some of them are sticking on my food and getting inside my mouth while I try to eat them.

He should've warned me so I can at least pull my hair into a ponytail.

We've already consumed fifty minutes of our time while in the car and I'm already getting impatient.

Not until LAX came into the view and I started wondering what we're doing here.

He stops at the parking lot of the airport and when he turns the engine off, I knew it was time to get out.

I grab my trashes from my breakfast earlier as well as my bag and hopped off of Jimin's car.

Jimin opens the trunk and gets the slightly huge leather bag. "I thought we're going to Sacramento?" My eyebrows furrowed.

"Did you expected that I'll drive that long? We're flying miss." He snaps before closing back his trunk.

"What? I can't afford to have the tickets." I worriedly said. I don't even have my money with me.

"Just follow me." He then grabs my arm again, and as usual, he begins dragging me inside the airport.

I feel really uneasy because all I have with me are pens and paper. The guards are checking us and our bags are brought to a scanning machine.

I should've at least brought a toothbrush and toothpaste with me.

Later on, they let us enter a different area where there are a lot of unoccupied seats but there are also many people waiting.

"Good morning passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for the flight of Delta Airlines to Sacramento, California. Please ready your boarding pass and identification. Passengers with small children and passengers that need special assistance are required to begin boarding this time. Regular boarding will start in fifteen minutes."

The public address system sounds at the speakers of the airport.

"How long is the flight?" I ask Jimin who is calmly sitting on a bench.

"Six to seven inches." He smirks.

"What?" I think I heard it wrong.

"Are you asking about my dick?" He laughs and I can feel my cheeks heated from his words.

This dirty man is inevitable.

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The flight lasted for almost two hours and now I find myself standing in Sacramento.

"Are we going to ride a cab?" I ask Jimin as soon as we got out of the airport.

"No, someone will be fetching us, and he's late." We're already standing for almost ten minutes outside the airport and our service is still not here.

"Why don't you call him?" I suggest and he slid his hand on his pocket to reach for his phone.

Before he can even dial the person's number, a red eye-catching car stopped in front of us. It's another luxury car.

"Finally." Jimin sighs.

The window of the car on the side of the driver seat begins to open and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the man's face.

"What took you so long Yoongi?" Jimin complains and moves to get inside the shotgun seat.

While I'm here still dumbfounded that the guy that I just talked to about Jimin at Hoseok's yacht is also one of their friends.

What a small world.

I should've taken Taehyung's introduction about their friends when I met this guy on the highest spot of the yacht, lying down there, sleeping while a party is happening downstairs.

Therefore he really must be Yoongi.