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"Ten Over Ten." Those three annoying words keep repeating inside my head like a broken vinyl on a damn player. It irritates the hell out of me and I can't focus on my job.

"You're jealous," Yana said. I told her what happened last night and she keeps on persisting that I am throughout the entire day.

"I'm not," I said.

"You are." She giggles. "What was the woman's name?"

"Iris." I briefly replied.

"You're jealous. You remembered the girl's name." She laughed even more at how frustrated I am. "Don't worry all she has are big boobs." She taps my shoulder as if she is trying to comfort me.

"You know her?" She nods at me. "Are her breasts, really that big?" I asked and she nods once more, but this time with a playful smile.

"You're really jealous! Just admit it and I will stop." She chuckles as I huffed a puff of air in defeat.

Fine, I'm jealous. But why would I even feel that way? Nothing is going on between the two of us and neither do they. She is just Jimin's random hook up girl that was introduced to him through a photo.

Besides, I guess the girl doesn't know about Jungkook.

Well, what if she does?

"How can you, uhm, remove this feeling?" I asked Yana.

"You are jealous!"

"Yeah, yeah! Do you really have to say it out loud?" I rolled my eyes as I give in. Yana lets out an earsplitting screech that gathered most of our customers' attention.

Well, Yana is not one to mind.

"Okay, so you're asking how to erase jealousy out of your girly little weak heart right?"

"I guess so. Any tips?" I twitched my lips on one side.

"Jealousy is like a newborn virus Deanna. It has no cure." She winked at me before approaching a newcomer inside the bar.

I bury my face in my hands and mold it like clay in too much exasperation.

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The moment I got home, I grabbed a huge suitcase and placed all of my stuff in there. Not necessarily all of them, just those things that have woman vibes.

Tonight's exposure therapy are all about things related to woman.

I grabbed my crop top, never before used make-ups, body accessories and the likes. I even placed Hello Kitty scrapbooks inside. Of course, I had to remove every photo of me that I pasted on it when I was young to avoid any problems.

After cramming almost everything in my entire room, I went straight to the Jeon's house.

"What do you got in there?" Jungkook asked as soon as I placed the heavy suitcase on his bed.

"That bag remains closed until I tell you to open it, understand?" I think I sounded grumpy. When I got his approval, I sat on an empty chair in front of Jungkook who I instructed to take a seat at the edge of his bed next to my suitcase.

"Tonight we're going to play 'What's In The Bag'." I paused when I noticed how focused he is at listening to my directions.

I flushed.

Stop it! The angel on my shoulder scolds at me.

"There are a lot of female stuffs inside that bag. You'll pick randomly, without looking. I want to see how you will describe that item. Ready?"

"Yeah, sure." Unlike yesterday, he looks more confident right now. It's pissing me off again.

I gestured for him to open the suitcase and just like what I said, he did pick an item without looking at what's inside.

He got the scrapbook. "Okay, tell me about this thing."

"Is this a diary?" He asked.

"A scrapbook." I corrected him.

"Oh, okay. Based on what I know about this, it is not totally a female stuff, some guys make this as well. Girls usually paste pictures of them in it."

Hearing him say the words 'female' and 'girls' without buffering is a huge progress.

I signaled him to pick another one. He then pulls out a white box which I haven't seen before. The moment he opened it, my mouth fell.

"Are these supposed to be in here?" Jungkook awkwardly asked as he holds a red lingeries in the air.

What the hell?

"I swear to god, Yana is infuriating." I laughed.

I'm sorry Yana, but let me use your name for a while.

"I don't think she meant it. It has a letter." Jungkook said holding a piece of paper in the air.

"Dear Daughter, I'm sorry we're not with you at Christmas. I got you this very sexy underwear and brassiere as an early gift. Please understand that we had to be away for a while for some... baby business?" Jungkook looks up at me.

I snatched the paper from him and crumpled it before throwing it into the trashcan.

"Hey! That was not yours to throw away!" He said in surprise.

"Don't worry, I'll tell her myself that it was a gift from her parents who are currently on a baby trip." I gave him an eerie smile but then his eyebrows furrowed.

"Baby trip?"

"I mean business trip." I forced a giggle.

Damn mom, you're everywhere.

"Well, everyone knows that these are female undies. I once saw that designs like these are used to seduce men?" His description sounded like a question at the end.

"I don't know dude. I never worn one." I raised my hand in defeat the moment I noticed him waiting for an answer. "Okay, let's just skip this thing." This time I snatched the lingeries from his hand and hurriedly placed it inside my pocket.

He picked another item inside the bag and this time he got my box of jewelry.

"Jewelry. My grandmother loved wearing all sorts of these." He frowned. Staring at my pearl necklace, he placed it back inside the box and took a deep breath.

"Do you need a break?" I asked. No matter how brutal my techniques are to remove his phobia, I need to take his well being into consideration.

"No, it's okay." He bravely inserted his hand inside the suitcase again to grab another stuff.

Lipstick.

A pink lipstick.

Jungkook throws away the poor make-up and he suddenly curled into a ball on his bed. I immediately went into his aid, but he keeps trembling in fear.

What's wrong? He was just doing fine.

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Mr. Sanders came as soon as I called him. Jungkook is not unconscious when he got in here, instead, he kept mumbling words that I don't understand.

I told him to calm down, but he just wouldn't.

So his therapist decided to inject him with a sleeping serum so that at least when he wakes up he might forget what triggered his phobia and be at peace.

Since I feel guilty about it, I told Mr. Jeon that I will stay the night and watch over his son. He is kind enough not to disagree with what I want.

Around two hours later, I noticed that I was asleep on Jungkook's bed with a blanket neatly covered on me and two pillows.

Strange. I remember sleeping on the floor.

I sit up and observed the room. Jungkook is not in here. I was about to stand up and go find him when the door swings open.

"Hey. I got you chocolate milk." He greeted. I looked at the clock and it's already six in the morning. So much, for just two hours.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I looked up at him as I take my drink on his hand. "Where did you sleep?"

"On my bed." He replies.

Oh, so we slept side by side again.

"Sorry for acting like that last night." He started to apologize and I frowned at him.

"That's not something you should apologize for," I speak.

"Still, I want to." He smiles, his protruding cheeks are starting to be visible to me.

"Whatever you say, Jeon." I rolled my eyes before taking a sip on my milk.

"By the way Deonne," He catches my attention so I stared at him as I wait for him to continue. "You might need a haircut now, your hair is getting long." He suggests.

"Why? What's wrong with it? I want a man bun." I grimaced.

"Nothing. You just look like a doll to me." He said and I swear my heart just flew out of my chest.