"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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"Hyejinah..." I pout and lay deeper in the covers with Jungkook.
"You know it's for the best, you should really stay here for at least a few days. You're sick." I turn my back to him, sulking. I hate being sick. I hate staying in bed all day, most importantly alone.
I was almost dressed but Jungkook undressed me and tackled me to the bed, making sure I stay there. So now I'm under the cover, sulking and he's in his work suit, trying to make me understand his wise reasoning.
At one point I turn on my back and glare at him.
"Yah, I've been much worse. I'm just a tiny bit sick and here you have me laying down. I'm a tough cookie, I can still protect yo-"
Jungkook shuts me up with a kiss and I glare at him, not agreed to this.
"I'm Kookie. And stop whining. You're staying here." I slap his strong arm and turn away from the tray he brought up, with light food, coffe and a book.
"I'm not even sick! I just threw up a few times. It's not that bad!" I argue, sitting up on my bed and Jungkook drops his satchel, walking back to me. He pins me to the bed and holds me down. I look up into his eyes, intimidated.
"You're staying here, until you're recovered. If you dream of leaving this place I'm coming back here." He says firmly and I smirk slyly.
"Ooh, then I'll hurry and dream of leaving." I mutter which causes him to chuckle, shaking his head.
"Okay, here's what we'll do. I'll come home early, we'll have a nice evening and if you're still not better tomorrow morning, I'll take you to the doctors. Then we'll know what's going on. If he says you're okay, I'll let you work."
I consider his proposition and cross my arms over my chest.
"Come on, baby..." I shrug and nod.
"Fine." I glance at the tray and make a face at the cup of coffee. "But I don't want coffee." I say, like an ill-educated child making a fit. Jungkook laughs wholeheartedly.
"Is this what you're always like when you're sick? Whiny, moody, you don't even like coffee anymore??" I shrug and glare his way.
"Whatever. I'll just go downstairs myself." I mutter grumpily.
Jungkook walks over and takes the cup of coffee. He takes it in his hands and drinks it himself, sitting on my bedside. He glances at me while drinking the beverage under my watchful eye.
