Jungkook was frustrated, and that was putting it mildly. Meisa hadn't even texted him since the previous day when she completely ignored him. If she had gotten fed up with him, she could at least say something instead of giving him the silent treatment.

Plus, nothing that major had happened. He had just raised her voice at her, was that such so unforgivable? His exasperation smoldered under the surface, peaking his aggravation.

As Jungkook was heading to the conference room, it wasn't difficult for him to spot her sitting on one of the stools at the bar. Fuming, he came to a sudden halt and wondered whether he should go to her and give her a piece of his mind. He should let her know he wouldn't put up with her treating him like trash anymore.

"Oh, hey." bright-eyed, Meisa flashed him a warm smile upon noticing him taking the stool next to her.

"Oh, hey?" Jungkook snorted a scoff, altering his voice to a higher pitch to imitate hers.

Meisa scowled. "You seem tense." she uttered.

"So now you're talking to me?" he glared at her. "Is that how it's going to be from now on, one day we talk and the next we don't?"

"What are you talking about, Kookie?" Meisa's long eyelashes fluttered, her brows creased.

"I'm talking about how you totally ignored me yesterday in the hotel lobby when I came to apologize to you," Jungkook tapped his fingers on the counter impatiently.

"What? When?"

"Yesterday." Jungkook repeated through gritted teeth, emphasizing the word.

Meisa stared at him blankly. "I don't think I'm following."

He let out an exasperated sigh, taking his glasses off and massaging his temples. "It was the afternoon. I came to tell you how sorry I was for snapping at you back there in the surveillance room."

"Kookie, I don't remember this. Are you sure?"

Jungkook's jaw dropped in shock. Why was she acting like that?

"Yes, I'm sure!" he exclaimed, hushing his voice when he saw that some people around them started staring at them. "You were in the lobby, reading a magazine. You were wearing a white dress and navy blue sneakers. I came, I even sat down next to you and you didn't even acknowledge me!"

"I'm really sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," Meisa mumbled, her gaze dropping to her drink. She glanced up at him, looking almost apologetic before placing her palm on his thigh. "Kookie, are you sure you're alright? I'm afraid you've overworked yourself. Have you been getting enough sleep?"

Jungkook was at a loss for words. She had really outdone herself this time, ignoring him and then playing dumb. Had she made it her goal to drive him mad? He stared into her green eyes gleaming with honesty.

She was such a good actress. She had always been.

"If that's how you want it to be," he huffed, standing up abruptly with a loud screech of his chair. "Have a nice day, Mrs. Jung." He quickly walked away, not allowing himself to glance over his shoulder or listen to her begging him to come back.

He was sure he'd break.