I Work for a Jerk

Do you understand?

It was a little past 6:30 on a wednesday night. I had been working all day and was planning on going to the hospital to visit Jungkook. It wouldn't be for long because visiting hours ended soon, but at least I could see him. According to the nurses, he was conscious, but every time I went to see him, he was asleep, or unable to see anyone. That was only for the past day, but it still killed me knowing I could talk to him and I still couldn't.

I got everything together and in the car, driving a little faster than I should to get to the hospital. Every since Jungkook was in the hospital, I started using his car. It's not like he needs it... plus he will never notice.

I walked into the front doors and smiled at the lady at the desk who I knew by name at this point. She didn't return the smile like she normally did, but raised a confused eyebrow.

"Miss Doughty?" Her voice rose slightly. "Why are you here? All the expenses were paid already."

I tilted my head. "What? I'm just here to visit him, that's all."

She stood up slowly from her chair. "Mr. Jeon checked out early this afternoon. His father came."

My stomach dropped. "B-but you said he should stay in the hospital for at least another week."

"He should have." She sighed. "His father said he would get him better care back at his house. I don't know why he was just coming now though." She muttered the last part.

My mind started going frantic as I said a quick goodbye to the girl at the desk and pulled out my phone, getting Jungkook's dad's house address.

It wasn't too far from the hospital but it took me a good 20 minutes on rush hour. I didn't even wait for the front gate to open all the way before driving in, almost scratching the side of the car. I skidded to a stop by the front door, catching the attention of the door men. 

"Excuse me," The man on the right said as I got out of the car. "But do you-"

"My name is Drew Doughty, I am Jungkook's assistant. I need to talk to him." I said, trying to push past.

"Mr. Jeon is on a break." The one on the left said sternly.

"Yeah I know." I snarled. "Which is why he should still be at the hospital. He wasn't supposed to be discharged until next week. He shouldn't be here."

The two men looked at each other for second. "Wait here while we-"

"I get that you are just trying to do your job." I sighed, growing impatient. "But so am I. If you don't let me in, I have a key to the back."

The one on the right cleared his throat once before stepping out of the way. I nodded quickly at them and moved inside. I had been in this house once, but it was almost two years ago. I hardly remembered where anything was, much less the bedrooms. I clenched my jaw slightly as I turned in a circle, trying to figure out where to go first.

"What are you doing here?"

Oooh... oh fuck no. I knew that voice anywhere.

I looked over my shoulder to see Rika. "I live here." I spat. "Well," I bit my tongue. "Not here, but in New York. I should be asking what you are doing here."

"Are you kidding?" She cocked her hip. "My Jungkook is really sick. Of course I had to come."

I felt my stomach flip as I clenched my fists. "He's not yours."

"Oh?" She tilted her head in the most annoying way possible. "So, is he yours?"

I forced myself to stay where I was, really wanting to hit her. "Your existence gives me a headache. Please go stand over there."