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Chapter 8

*all italics are Byeon's thoughts*

"I will see you tomorrow" he whispered into my ear. Shocked at his action, I began to pull my arm away from him. "Act along with me," his tone became only audible between us. "Your Eomeoni (mother) is watching us."

I slightly shift my peripheral vision to my left. To my surprise, my mother is peaking through the curtain at the window. My mother really be thinking this is a korean drama.

I slowly turn my attention back to Jungkook, faking a smile to cover my embarrassment. He glides his pointer finger along the edges of my side fringe to put it behind my ear. From my ear, he slides his warm palm behind my neck to pull my face closer to his. He then proceeds to close the distance between us as he tilt his face slightly. Wait is he going to kiss me!?

I shut my eyes closed right when I felt his body heat against mine. My heart was beating so fast that I think I might get a heart attack. A barely audible "yes!" came from the window to my left, which causes me to travel back to reality. I push him back in embarrassment that my mother probably thought we were kissing. Aish! He did that on purpose!

My mother was no longer standing at the window because she knows she was caught watching us.

"Looks like someone wants a kiss," he smirks.

Blood rushes to my face and ears, making me embarrassed once again. Is today national make Byeon embarrassed or what!?  I wish the ground can swallow me, so I don't have to face him again!

Suddenly a cool breeze hit me, making me realize that he has already left. "Ya! What is your problem. Who would ever want to kiss you!?" Speaking to him in apostrophe.

Out of frustration, I ran into the house to my room, ignoring my mom calling me for dinner.

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"BYEON WAKE UP!" My mother bangs on my door. "YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK!"

I couldn't sleep at all last night. I kept playing the flashback of what happened between JungKook and I at the front door last night. Like what if we actually kissed... No! That would never happen! But what if... stop it! BYEON get yourself together! There shouldn't be any kind of relationship between you guys other than just business!

I cover my ears with my pillow to block out all distractions from my sleep. Sorry mom.

My mother storms into my room, and pulls my blanket out of my face. The light pierces through my eyelids causing me to sit up in rage. "Eommaaaaa," I said sleepily, trying to keep contain my grouchiness.

"I shouldn't have to call you up for work! You are old enough to manage your own time! I am not your alarm clock!" My mother lectures me.

I wasn't planning to go to work today because I know I'll have to face the guy who we shouldn't mention under this roof! Umph.

I grab onto my mother's hand and gave her the puppy eyes. "Eommmaaa can you tell Abeoji to excuse me from work today pleaseeeee," emphasizing on the e in "please."

"Stop with those eyes! You know it doesn't work on me!"

I pouted. "B-b-but... I have a... uh... headache! Yeah my head really hurts! Please Eommaaaa..."

"Maybe you're running a fever. Your cheeks were red the whole time during dinner last night," my mother places the back of her hand against my forehead to check my temperature. "But your temp feels fine to me..," my mother said in a questioning tone.

"Um... maybe... it's about to start!"

"Maybe... Fine! I'll notify your Abeoji to call in sick for you."

"YE- I mean yaaaa my head hurts.. I'm gonna go back to sleep," I said almost exposing myself.

"I'll go make some soup for you. Get some rest. I'll be back to check up on you," my mother said.

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After my mother left, I went on my phone to check on my social medias. After an hour or two of surfing on the web, I heard a knock on my door. I quickly place my phone under my pillow and close my eyes to fake sleep. I hear very faint footsteps coming closer to me until I hear the "clank" of a glass bowl against the top of my nightstand.

I felt the right side of my bed dent in. And the next thing I know, the person flicks my forehead causing me to rise up in pain and anger. "Eomma! What was tha-," I pause in my speech, realizing that the person in front of me is not my mother... it's my worst nightmare.

Jeon Jungkook.

"Wha-what are you doing here!? And why are you in my room!?" I shouted at him.

"To check on my fiancé who got a fever mysteriously," he smirks.

Author's note:
Hi everyone! Sorry for the two- almost three years wait! Please stay safe and wash your hands!! Stay at home!!

I'm still exploring how I want to go with this story.. especially since it's been like 2 years lol, so sorry if you get confused or the story connects weird haha.

I hope you enjoy this chapter! Remember to practice social distancing for the time being!

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