"This is Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Seoul Higher View. You must pour all your skill, energy and talent into protecting him from all these attacks."
My head snaps up to meet eyes as bewildered as mine.
"You-"
"Do you know each other?"
***A week earlier*...
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Jungkook stares at the cab and smiles, looking down at the ground. Well, he's happy, he finished his meal...
I'm still starving, and my stomach is growling...I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to come back down to Earth.
The noise of my shoe tapping regularly on the floor probably attracts his attention because he turns around, his eyes going straight to my foot.
"Impatient much?" He asks, one of his dark eyebrows raised at me.
"Mmm. Now that you're finished staring at the cab can we go? Don't you have work to do?" I ask, passing the part where I'm starving.
"Sure." He lifts his hand and the driver immediately sees him from the parking lot, starting the car and coming to get us.
Once we're seated, I shift on my seat to be more towards the window and less towards Jungkook.
My eyes are on the green trees on the sides of the road and with my arms over my stomach I try to cover the noise my stomach can't help but make.
"Hun-Seo, can you put some music on?" Jungkook asks and I mentally bless him. I glance at him from the corner on my eye and go back to my daydreaming when I see he's just scrolling on his phone.
"She's cute." I finally say after a long awkward silence.
Jungkook lifts his eyes from his phone and looks at me, a small smile creeping on his lips.
"I don't know." He shrugs, his response causing me to widen my eyes in surprise.
"What. What don't you know?" I frown and tilt my head, now intrigued.
"She's cute, yeah. But I'm not going to ask her out a second time." He explains like it's the most obvious thing in the world. I'm about to say something but he doesn't let me.
"By the way, Hyejin." I stare at his face, anxiously waiting for him to finish his sentence. "I need to ask you a favour." I blink a few times.
"What kind of favour?" I ask when he doesn't explain any further.
I'm confused. Because the kind of favour I'm thinking of isn't one he should be asking. But I'm fearing my dirty mind is very likely to be wrong.
Well...I'm not fearing exactly. I just- yeah never mind. He glances at the driver and shakes his head.
