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

Hotel.

You know you need some rest, right? - Jungkook.

I stared at my phone as I sat in the car with Manager Song.

I'm fine, Kookie. Don't worry about me and just focus on your work. - Hana

Immediately, he replied back.

How can I focus if you are sick? Of course I'm worried. You can't help that I care about you. - Jungkook

I smiled weakly at his sweet reply, but it made me feel a bit frustrated too. Kookie doesn't let this pass quickly.

I know. It's sweet of you that you care. But I'm honestly fine now. - Hana

Don't act so strong. If you are scared to go to the hospital, I'll go with you. If not, still promise me that you are going to visit the hospital after your work. - Jungkook

I bit my lip and let out a sigh.

Fine. I promise I'll go to the hospital for a check-up. Happy now? - Hana

Happy ^_^ - Jungkook

I rolled my eyes at his childishness and put away my phone.

The car pulled over and Manager Song opened my car door.

I stepped out and looked around. A loud applause was given to me and I wondered why I was so welcomed.

"Dansé, good afternoon!" Someone yelled at me.

I raised an eyebrow and bowed lightly when I spotted that person. It was an old man in a black suit and he looked like he was the CEO.

"You have such a pretty face. Let's not lose time and get inside to talk about the CF." He smiled, placing his hand on my back and pushing me forward.

I gave him a weak smile and entered the building with him.

I almost felt like a celebrity with those people following me in.

Once we entered the room, I spotted a long table with five other old men seated.

They bowed when they saw me and I bowed back politely.

Then I took a seat and waited for their explanation.

"So, Dansé is it?" They asked me.

I gave them a short nod, before he went on.

"You decided to do two CF's with us?"

I looked at Manager Song who was seated next to me. He signed a contract again without my consent.

I tightened my grip on my lap. What do I say?

Play along? No, who knows what kind of thing I have to do.

No. This has to stop. Manager Song can't do anything to me under all these eyes. He wouldn't be able to hit me if I refused. Slowly, I shook my head and bit my lip.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not here to discuss the CF. I'm here to decline the offer. Even though the contract has already been signed, I'm not going to do the CF." I told them.

Manager Song gasped next to me and looked at me shocked. His grip tensed on his pants and the old men looked at me pensively.

"Are you sure you don't want to do it?" He asked me. I nodded and smiled.

"Yes. I'm sorry for wasting your time." I said, and then stood up bowing my head slightly. Before I could turn around, someone grasped onto my wrist and my breath hitched. His grip was tense.