MS. INTERPRETER

T W E N T Y - F I V E

JI HUN'S POV-

"I thought it would be better if you had buffer time to get ready or something." I said as we reached our floor.

"Buffer time, my foot! We weren't gon' catch a plane; buffer time!!" Sara sulked as we walked through the long and silent corridor.

"Anyways, thanks for letting me leave early." She opened the door to her room.

"My pleasure, miss." I bowed down causing her to chuckle.

"Why? What happened?" I raised my brows.

"Nothing." Her pouty lips curled into a smile. "You should carry on with your business with Ye jun or it'd get late."

"Yea. See you! Sleep tight." I replied and walked back to the elevator with the butterflies jumping in my stomach.

Finally she wasn't mad about something I did and I felt relieved. The only mission left was about tackling Ye jun. I slowly mended my way back to the gym knowing that Ye jun would be back after I asked him to go out.

"Let's talk." I said in a cold tone when I saw him scrolling on his phone.

"Oh, you're free now?" He spat sarcastically as I silently made my way to the chair facing him.

I stared at him blankly before he decided to break the ice. "What's it about?"

"You should really care about what you do and what you speak." I began with the first piece of free advice.

"Why do you care?" His black eyes darkened with hate.

"I don't care for you. I only care about what happens to our group and its image later on." I spoke further.

"What do you mean?" He inquired, puzzled.

"Oh, God. Do you even remember what you did last night?" I asked, hoping his memory was still intact. It wasn't.

"What are you even talking about, Ji hun?" He shook his head in disapproval.

"You actually got drunk and-" I tried to begin, but somehow my inner self just didn't allow me to ramble all that to him.

I didn't want him assuming that I thought low of him just because of what he did last night. Neither did I want him to pounce on me as a consequence of bringing that forward.

"What is it?" Ye jun shook me by the shoulder which threw me out of the bad thoughts.

"You actually...A-actually you..." I gathered my courage and told him everything that happened. "Tell me it's a prank!" Ye jun smiled awkwardly in disbelief.

"It isn't." I replied, my tone serious. "No way I did that." He still was in strong denial.

"You did. It is not a prank." I repeated myself while I watched him get anxious soon.

"Shit." He threw his head back. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!!" He paced, anxious.

"H-how do we c-cover this up?" He asked finally, not stopping from pacing in the gym; from one corner to the other.

"I. don't. know." I looked at him with a blank face; my brain wasn't braining anymore and I didn't know how to calm him down.

"What do you mean you don't know? Come on, Ji hun. You have to help me." He begged desperately.

"I don't know. Let's... maybe ask for Seong bin hyung's-" He cut me off. "No, no, no. Not him." He anxiously fiddled his fingers.

"Why not?" I asked as he was our only last resort every time things went south.