You're Mine, Noona. [BTS - Jungkook]

Jungkookie

"Is Jungkook your boyfriend now?" Manager Song asked. I looked hard at him as we sat in the car on our way to the airport. He had that lazy smirk on his face and I wondered if he was planning something evil.

"No?" he judged me mockingly, "Because Jackson surely isn't."

I narrowed my eyes and gritted my teeth. "What is it that you want?"

He laughed shortly and shrugged. "Can't I know? I'm your manager,"

"Well, you suck at being my manager," I snapped at him. He faked a hurt expression and smiled.

"How could you say that? Because of me, you got two more CF's ahead of you. And not to forget that you got five other CF's pending after those two. You became the talk of the town among the producers now."

I rolled my eyes and slumped in my seat.

"I could've gained those without you, too."

"Come on. Look at Girl's Generation. Look at T-Ara. Do you really think they would have gained so much popularity without their managers?"

I frowned and nodded. "Well yeah. It's the idol's talent that makes them far. Not the beating of their manager," I shot at him.

Manager Song abruptly stepped on the brake and the car came screeching to a stop. I gasped and held onto my seat belt, looking shocked at him.

"What the fuck are you doing? Do you want us to get killed?" I yelled.

Without hesitation, he grabbed onto my hair and yanked my head back against the seat. I winced in pain as he leant closer to my face.

"Listen kid. A bit of appreciation won't hurt. In this case, you should be more grateful and selfless. I'm sick of your attitude." He sneered.

I slapped on his hands as he pulled harder onto my hair. I looked at him angrily and he smirked.

"I guess you need to learn things on the hard way, then." he snapped, before a car from behind started to honk at us.

He let go of me with a jerk and turned back to his steering wheel. Starting the car, he drove again towards the airport without giving me another look.

I let out a relieved sigh and rubbed the place where he had pulled my hair. I realized the fact that he can't kill me. Because he was my manager.

No one would hire him again if they knew that he killed his own people. In fact, he would even spend his whole life in jail.

I chuckled at the thought and looked out of the window.

Soon, my phone started to vibrate and I looked down at my screen.

Jungkook.

I gave manager Song a short glance, before pressing the green button and holding my phone against my ear.

"Hi," I just said through the phone, without mentioning his name. I didn't want Manager Song to know that I was talking to Jungkook.

"Hana," he said.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Are you at the airport now?" he asked me.

I raised an eyebrow and looked out of the window again. "No, not yet. Why?"

"Okay, can you wait a bit for me once you have arrived?"

"Uhm... Why?"

"Apparently, we have an unplanned photoshoot in Osaka, Japan, today. It's close to where you go, isn't it? So, if you wait for us, we can take the same flight,"