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"You've got to be kidding me!"

"Jesus Christ, it's not me, it's our parents! Ever heard the saying 'don't shoot the messenger'?!"

Jeongyeon let out a loud curse of irritation and flopped across the couch as Jimin stood his ground. "I'm telling Mom."

Her frustration only doubled as the man snorted. "Sure you will. Cause you're really one to disobey orders from your Mother."

She glared at him icily.

Shrugging he looked at his nails and perched on the arm of the sofa, clearly done with the tedious conversation. "Fine. Go blab to Mommy and Daddy. All you'll get is two people telling you exactly what I've told you."

This was stupid. Why were they reducing the curfew? There was no plausible reason at all. And how did they even know about the curfew anyway? That decision had stayed solely between the group of idols and their managers. Although to be fair, Jeongyeon knew how nosey and manipulative her mother could be. The line of business she worked in had trained her well to be good at convincing those who opposed her. It was entirely plausible that she'd gone to one of their managers and weaseled the information out of them. Jeongyeon sighed and turned to Jimin. "So why are they reducing the curfew anyway?"

He visibly stiffened. She took note that he began to cough lightly, and that the tips of his ears flushed crimson.

Strange.

Regaining his composure, Jimin continued. "You won't believe me."

The notion sparked Jeongyeon's curiosity, and she urged him to go on. "Please. Enlighten me, my dear husband."

"Ew. Don't call me that."

She chuckled. "I was only joking. So, what've our parents done that's so outrageous I'll think you're lying?"

"Our families think that we need to... bond whenever necessary. Think that we're spending our time too far apart or something. They reckon that we fight too." He rolled his eyes. "No idea why they'd think that."

Raising her eyebrows, she shot him a dry look. "No need to rub it in. Since when was love apart of the agreement? I thought we were only being married for the company's sake."

Jimin looked down thoughtfully. "I suppose that they're trying to make sure that we don't file for a divorce within a year."

She let out a short, sarcastic cackle. "Not like we'll have much of a choice with them around."

"Right."

Awkward silence descended, shrouding the room with an unsettling vibe.

Jeongyeon cleared her throat. "Anything else?"

"No."

He nodded at her and retreated to his room, shutting the door with a resounding bang that echoed around the semi-bare apartment. She glanced around. The penthouse still didn't feel like home. It had lost its clinical vibe, but the household seemed more like a showroom in a Swedish flatpack furniture outlet than a forever home. Perhaps she could convince Jimin to either move to a proper house once they were married, or maybe just go back to their dorms. If they left their parents with no opportunity to meddle, there shouldn't be a problem.

Jeongyeon rose from the couch, and headed to the kitchen, feeling hungry. Glancing at the oven clock, her jaw dropped. It was already 5 o'clock. Nayeon and Taehyung would be home any minute if they knew about the curfew. It was highly likely that they did, seeing that the other three that she lived with communicated more between each other than they did with her.