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Jungkook is changing clothes. I'm taking a shower in his bathroom. It's been over thirty minutes since the live ended, and he's been calling out how many hits he's gained the whole time.

"I've never had this many views so fast before!" He calls out excitedly.

"Well, you did good—"

"I'm stopping you there. It's you who did good, not me." Jungkook calls back.

I grin while pulling the shower curtain to the side and stepping out. I dry off and wrap a towel around my body securely.

"Then I guess I should say we did well. It's not a show without the main attraction; I merely helped." I open the bathroom door and walk out.

He's wearing a dark, red shirt and a pair of black shorts. He's leaning over his desk, closely reading the comments from the live.

"Shit, some of these people wanted us to do these things?" He says nervously, eyeing a few ideas that he never considered.

"Yeah, everyone likes different things," I admit. "Just like how you love my body." I tease.

"Hey—" He starts to defend himself, but he stops once seeing how I'm wearing his towel. He gulps when he notices.

I chuckle and unwrap the towel from my body. I toss him the towel, and he catches it clumsily. Bending down, I retrieve my clothes. Turning back to glance over my shoulder, I smirk once seeing his eyes directly on me.

"See? You love it." I put on my clothes, telling him goodbye when I slip out of the door. I leave him frozen in his spot. I love having that effect on men.

After finally ending the live, I'm parched. I head downstairs and wander into the kitchen.

The lights are off in the mansion, only a few are turned on. The whole time I walk in the darkness, trying my best not to stumble. I'm used to being in dark places where there's hardly any light, so it's not too hard to find my way.

When I walk inside the room, I halt in my steps once seeing a shadowed silhouette of a person. The stranger is sitting down at the table next to the window.

Upon first glance, I think it might be my imagination, but when the silhouette moves, I know I'm wrong.

"That was an interesting show you two put on." Taehyung's voice fills the air. I relax a little once knowing the person's identity.

"So I take it you watched?" I continue walking into the room once flipping on the small light near the kitchen island. I open the fridge and take a bottle of cold water. I spin on my heels and go to the table where I take my seat on the opposite side of him.

He laughs coolly, intertwining his fingers together on the table. "I popped in for a little while." He admits. "You're not what I expected, but if I'm being honest here, I like to be surprised."

I consider his words for a moment, then unscrew the top of the bottle. "Really? Then I should start doing more to surprise you, shouldn't I?" I say with a playful tone.

He leans back into the cushioned seat. His lips curve slightly, exposing a little of that smile of his. "That might be harder than you think, but you can try."

"Well, if I already surprised you once, I'm sure I'm capable of doing it a second time." The words roll off my tongue.

"Oh, I'm well aware of how capable you are. I just don't know if you can surprise me twice."