The sleek SUV cruised down the winding road toward the resort, its interior filled with the quiet hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of papers from Hobi's lap. Jungkook let out an exaggerated sigh, stretching his arms above his head before slumping back into the comfortable leather seat. His dark hair fell messily over his eyes as he leaned his head back, gazing at the car's ceiling.
"Ah, I feel so tired," Jungkook groaned dramatically, his tone teetering between exhaustion and complaint.
Hobi glanced at him from the passenger seat, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. He barely had a moment to react before Jungkook leaned forward and delivered a playful smack to the back of his head.
"Stop your spy work," Jungkook said with a pout, though his tone carried no real malice.
Hobi rubbed the spot Jungkook had hit, pretending to wince. "Spy work? I'm just doing my job," he replied, his grin widening.
Jungkook rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why do you have to report everything to Suga hyung? I'm afraid of him, Hobi hyung. You don't understand."
Hobi's smile faltered slightly, sensing the undercurrent of genuine frustration in Jungkook's voice. He licked his lips, considering his response, but before he could say anything, Jungkook spoke again, his gaze dropping to his lap.
"Can you at least tell him to spare that boy?" Jungkook asked, his voice quieter now, almost pleading.
Hobi sighed, tilting his head as he looked at Jungkook. "I'll try," he said cautiously, "but no guarantees. You know how he is."
Jungkook's lips curled into a pout, his wide eyes looking almost childlike. "Should I just run away?" he asked, glancing at Hobi with mock seriousness.
"Run away to where exactly?" Hobi asked, playing along, though his curiosity was piqued.
Jungkook leaned back with a smirk, his gaze shifting to the passing trees outside the window. "Do you think I'd tell you if I had a plan?"
Hobi chuckled at Jungkook's teasing tone. "I feel like you're the beauty and they're the beasts," he said, laughing louder now.
Jungkook turned to him with a raised brow. "They? Who's 'they'?"
Hobi's laughter softened, and he gave Jungkook a pointed yet teasing look. "Suga Sir and Taehyung."
Jungkook groaned loudly, throwing his head back. "Oh, please don't drag Taehyung into this. I already have enough problems with Suga hyung. I'll happily stay far away from that guy."
Hobi couldn't hold back another laugh. "Oh? Did your little Instagram blunder stir something up?"
Jungkook's face immediately flushed, his hands flying up to cover his face. "Aish, why did I do that?" he muttered through his fingers, peeking at Hobi with wide eyes.
"Well," Hobi said, smirking, "it stirred more than you could imagine."
Jungkook groaned again, sliding lower in his seat. "What are they saying now?"
Hobi leaned back with a grin. "They're saying you and Taehyung are married."
Jungkook froze for a moment before slowly sitting up straight. "Married? To Taehyung?"
Hobi nodded, trying to suppress his laughter.
Jungkook shook his head vehemently, his dark eyes widening. "Do they think I've lost that much interest in my life?"
"Why not?" Hobi countered with a shrug. "Taehyung is handsome, successful-"
"Hyung, stop," Jungkook whined, raising a hand to cut off Hobi mid-sentence. His voice carried an air of exasperation, and his brows were knit in frustration.
