Jungkook is a guy who's ego was as big as Nile river since he was a kid. When he became a model his arrogance sky rocketed. He would always have people around him breathing on his signals and it boosted his attitude. He became used to being listened...
In the dead silence of the luxurious marble tiled house the only sound that could be heard was the main door opening and then closing followed by crisp stepping of an elegant figure with gorgeously silky smooth red hair clad in black suit, white shirt and navy blue tie walking with grace and calculation towards the stairs leading to the first floor.
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Once the said person reached the posh wooden door of master bedroom, he turned the knob slowly and pushed the door open silently. There, right in front of him laid his target, face planted on the bed under the covers that were only hiding his body below the waist. Rest was naked and open for all to see and ogle as his body heaved and relaxed with each soft breath but unfortunately no on was there to admire it.
"You're still asleep?"
The brown haired male groaned immediately from under his silk covers upon hearing the familiar voice. No matter how deep and sound his sleep would be, there was this one voice that would always ruin it for him.
"Wakey wakey, Jungkookie~"
The sweet yet dreadful voice of his worst nightmare a.k.a. his manager, Jung Hoseok.
"Go away."
The red head walked over to the bed clicking his tongue in disappointment at the childish words.
"I'm gonna count to three. 1.. 2.. 3!"
When there was no response to his words Hoseok didn't give another chance and went through with his threat.
*swoooosh*
He pulled the covers away in one go making Jungkook hide his head from the light under his arms and mumbling.
"I'll kill you."
Hoseok smiled as he reached the side table to fill the glass with water making the sound of liquid falling in the transparent container clear enough for the other to hear as another threat.
"I love you, too. Would you like a glass of water?"
Those polite words were enough to jolt the brunette straight up in his bed.
"No! Don't! I'm up. I'm up."
The evilly smirking manager chuckled slightly before silently putting the glass back down on the table and making his way towards Jungkook's wardrobe while the said guy burned holes in his back with his optic lasers as he sat on his bed tangled in his covers looking through hooded eyes that were being stung by his messy hair strands.
"Am I looking that stunning today?"
Hoseok asked cheekily without turning back knowing well he had a pair of eyes fixated on him.
