Worthy Of Love

Hazelnut Cappuccino

Olivia

"Alright, that's it."

I hit the code to Caro's front door after banging her door for about ten minutes. It was 10AM and I was woken up by a call which made me question as to what the fuck happened in the New Years party last night. The door opened with a ping and I saw awfully familiar boots and Caro's red heels that only came out when she wanted to bring out the big guns and was going in for the kill.

Please be under the covers.

I walked a little further inside the apartment and saw a leg propped outside the armrest of the couch. I walked slowly upto the couch and saw probably one the best pair of buttocks I have seen in a while and the man's head buried in Caro's ample bosom. Sadly, the cover was on the ground, which I doubt had made it's way on the ground while a little bit of sleepy fondling. I wasn't even disgusted, just at awe and slightly jealous that no one wants to sleep with my chest suffocating them in sleep.

Deciding that I wanted to tease them a little, I pulled on the blinds to let the sunshine in. If I had to suffer a phone call from the fuckers' manager this early in the morning, no way am I letting them sleep in peace. Almost instantly, as soon as the sunshine lit up the room brightly, the groans were heard.

"Baby, close the blinds, please," he said, his head trying to dig further into Caro's chest. She simply fumbled something and held him closer.

Disgusting.

"Wake up assholes" I said and stood over the couch.

Caro immediately recognised my voice and looked up, resulting in violently trying to wake Jungkook up.

"Koo, wake up! It's Olivia!" She said as she shook him up.

He refused to dig his head out of her chest. He was definitely a boobs guy.

"Why will she be here?" He groaned.

"Because your manager called me Jeon," I replied instead of the beauty in his arms and he finally dug his head out of her boobs.

He looked up, blinked. Once. Twice. And then went into a frenzy mode.

"Olivia?!?! What are you doing here?!?!" He said as he scrambled and found the cover to hide his modesty.

"Your manager called me. In dead of my sleep. To find you." I said, enunciating every sentence.

"Damn you Jong-il," he cursed under his breath.

"Look, I don't care whatever you two have going on but if your manager is about to call me in the dead of my peaceful sleep, we will have problems. Multiple. Mind you."

I said and walked out of the newly christened apartment. Already decided that I wanted to get more sleep before I have to deal with anyone else.

Last night was wild, to say the least. Jin invited us to his intimate New Year Eve's party at his house. It was fair to call it a mansion given the sheer size of the place, two floors of magnificent architecture that blended modern and traditional European designs, a backyard big enough to house a party of 30 people. My acquaintance with Jimin had somewhat become civil, no longer did I want to run the other way from him. It has allowed me to learn about him as Park Jimin of the present instead of the Park Jimin I knew of the past. Both existed, just that I didn't need to keep poking the past. Jimin too, made an effort to keep our acquaintance civil. We had small chats, mostly about work and surrounding it, never strayed to personal lives.