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ep 15

"w-what do you mean?"

he smirked evilly and shrugged like a big boss. "jihoon! give it properly. i hate cliffhangers!" my dad screamed and smashed the table. "well, that's not how business go, mr jeon," jihoon said and i sighed because my dad trusted him so much.

"you really know how to handle business on this kind of age," my dad sarcastically said and jihoon snorted. he take out a piece of paper and an ink. "here. dip your thumb on the ink and place it on the paper," jihoon said and my dad started to dip his thumb while jihoon taking pictures.

i can say - his business handling is one of a professional way.

he take the paper from the table and stand up. "i must go now. i have a meeting though," jihoon said and we both exchanged gazed. "haejin, reply my text, okay?" he winked before he walked away. my dad sighed and sit on the couch.

"dad... are you okay?" i asked, worriedly. he nodded slowly and i hugged my dad. "it's for mother, it's okay," i smiled and my dad hugged me back. "i also don't know if i should trust him or not," my dad mumbled and i just shrugged. "it's okay. i'm okay now, thanks haejin," my dad patted my head and i walked upstairs.

i walked into my bedroom and ambushed myself on my bed. "hhh. this stuff is already complicated," i said while looking at the ceiling. well, i wonder what woojin is doing right now. should i call him? okay, i should.

calling ... woojin 🤘🏻

"uh hello?"

"woojin-ssi?"

"yes, it's me. what's wrong haejin ah?"

"are you busy right now?"

"uh- kinda. why?"

"oh.. it's nothing, haha. i just wanted to inform you about jihoon"

"erm... i'm meeting someone right now. can we talk later?"

"okay, sure. anytime"

"okay bye, darling"

"hahaha bye"

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dARLING ?!

yeah sure, i forget he's a damn flirty boy. he even flirted with me when we first time met. but somehow, i love the way he flirted me. i felt kinda special because he made me feel that way. or- he do it to any girls he met. hm i don't think of that.

"geez. i can't stop thinking about him!" i punched my pillow, imagining i punched that damn flirty boy. "about who?" a voice suddenly barged into my room. oh - i don't need to looked at the person. he's the only person that always asked about my personal stuffs.

"you love me that much, huh? why are you always asked about my personal stuff, jungkook?" i asked him without looking at him. i heard him scoffed and walked towards my bed. "because your life is hilarious," jungkook said and i looked at him and raised my eyebrows.

"really? then whose the person that being rejected for the first time confessing?" i teased him and his cheeks getting redder. "d-damn it! eunbyul have reasons why she rejected me. she will never rejected me because she didn't love me. i'm hot!" jungkook fanned himself as he's hot.