Business as Usual~c.h.w

4. Loaded.

It's one of the worst days of the week. Sunday. I absolutely hate Sundays because it's the day that makes you think about all of the obligations you have the next day. It's absolutely horrible.

I live alone most of the time, because Apollo is usually made to stay at her fiance's. Although, I still say this house is both of ours. She has her room here and everything a person needs to live.

My house is more of the modern styled, lots of glass and crystal. Off on its own, secluded away from the more surburan areas. It's not overly large but it's a nice size. Five bedrooms, six bathrooms, movie theatre, pool. There are many things I would want here to entertain myself but I'm never home long enough.

Right now, it's about three am and there isn't much for me to do. So, here I am covered in blankets in an overly large bed and thinking about life.

One of my least favorite past times.

Yesterday, I spent most of the day with Yoongi then with Jimin joining us. We just talked and tried not to think about work.

Yoongi just tried to cheer me up in general, the day before when O had texted him to come over after leaving Chae, he did exactly that.

He has to passcode and everything to my house, so when I showed up, he was laying on my couch eating chips and watching Avatar the last Airbender.

Shit, Zuko I don't need to restore my honor, I need to keep it.

Besides the point, he always knows how to redirect my attention from my problems. Whenever Apollo can't stay with me because of Jiho, Yoongi is always here. The rest of the day and following day was full of "move dork" or being called a nerd from Jimin and Yoongi.

My phone suddenly illuminates on the other side of the bed. It's makes me think music for some reason. I used to love music during my childhood but it slowly slipped away, now I ignore because of the memories that slip back with it.

As I run my fingers over the smooth surface of my Samsung, the little message icon is illuminated.

Hm, I've got a text. This is my personal, so I expected it to be Apollo, Yoongi, Jungkook, or even Seokjin, who would be mothering me and telling me to go to sleep. Even if he's awake also.

Who I didn't expect it to be is Hyungwon. How in the shit does he have my personal number.

Unknown Number:Hey, Light. It's Hyungwon, tomorrow for our team meeting just dress normal. There's no need to act.

Well, I should probably change his contact. Wait, act? How did he know it was actually an act?

Me: How did you get my number? Act?

H: Taehyung. Yes, almost everything you do is an act.

At that I shoot straight up. How would he fucking know. He doesn't even know me, I've only seen him once. Legitimately, once. He's the last person that even needs to start trying to solve this puzzle that even I don't have the peices to. I don't know me so he defiantly doesn't know.

I'm going end Tae tomorrow. Shady piece of work.

Me: Excuse me.

H: It's late. Go to sleep, Kana.

What the fuck. First of all, he's awake also. Second, if only I could sleep. Third, my name. Those texts were meaningless and I could have lived without them. All he accomplished was making me confused.

I text Namjoon, to let everyone know that instead of the bullshit to dress normal.

I think I fell asleep about 30 minutes ago but oh well. It's now, 7:30 and as soon as I exit the elevator. I'm met with 15 people coversing, arguing, or just peacefully drinking coffee.

Everyone is dressed in casual clothes and I'm surprised to see Hyungwon and his leads just talking comfortably with the guys as if they work here. Hyungwon looks really comfortable with his slightly toulsed light brown-blondish hair, judging side eye he's giving Wonho, black t-shirt, black jacket, ripped light blue jeans, and white converse.

Wait. Shit. Looking down at my own attire, I realize I have on the exact same thing except a white jacket. My hair is framing my face and hanging over my shoulders. I really didn't want to come to work today. The only makeup I have on is dark red creamy matte lipstick.

"Sup, Kana. You look horrible, no sleep again?" Jungkook says as he makes a face that looks like a judging baby bunny.

"Hey, Kookie. Still an asshole?" I respond while mockingly ruffling his hair then walking over to Tae who seems to be in a conversation with the Hoseoks' and Apollo.

I just glance at Apollo as if to say I really don't want to be here kill me, then giving the back of Tae's shirt and dragging him to the other side of the room.

"Why in all of my parents bullshit, did you give Chae my number?" I ask in a hush-yell type voice.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Apollo and Kookie watching us and looking very amused.

"Because he asked." Tae shrugs while throwing his hands up in surrender.

"That doesn't give you any reason! Say no! He is t-" I say exasperatedly until someone cuts me off, a smooth voice ringing through my ears.

Not right fucking now.

"Kana." Chae says from beside us.

Turning to him with a sigh. Will he please stop using my name.

"Hyungwon." I deadpan.

"We kind of have a meeting to start." He cockily states while turning around and walking back to the group.

"Fuck you and this meeting." I mumble while walking in the same direction.

"Ooooohh." Namjoon, Jungkook, Wonho, Hoseok, Changhyuk, and Jooheon instigate.

At that Seokjin glares at Namjoon and punches him in the arm.

Apollo, Jimin, Tae, and Kihyun just giggle and the rest watch in amusement.

Thanks for the help guys. Really. You shouldn't have.