Accidentally Assisting

Chapter 11 - Your dumbest idea

Later that day, I lock myself into the bathroom to call Eun to tell about my fight with Jungkook and ask for her advice.

She scoffs at my story. "God, you haven't gone out once since you've started working for him. How can that coconut head be so unfair?"

"Coconut head?" I repeat, confused.

"Yes." I can hear her mischievous grin through the phone. "Haven't you noticed? When you stare at him for too long, his head starts resembling a coconut."

I can't help but laugh at that. "So, should I still come tonight?"

"Of course, Rose-ah!" She's rolling her eyes right now. I don't need to see her be aware of that. "What you do during your off-time is none of Jungkook's business. He really needs to get some better hobbies than commenting on your life."

Oh, I agree, Eun. I agree.

...

In the evening, I get ready with a pulsing heart. I'm doing nothing wrong, so why do I feel like I am?

Why do I feel like I'm a traitor, like I'm betraying Jungkook?

Maybe this job is really becoming too toxic for me. There's nothing wrong about partying from time to time as long as I'm fresh in the morning. Which I will be. I can handle my liquor.

If there's one thing that Westerners are better at than Asians, then it's drinking.

The TV's running downstairs. Jungkook's home and in the living room. This is a terrible sign because it means he'll notice if I leave for the party.

Actually, no, I take that back. It doesn't matter whether or not he'll see me. I have the right to attend that party. I don't care what he thinks. I don't have to explain myself to him.

For a moment, I regret not living with Eun anymore. At least with her, I could do whatever I wanted. Then, I look at my Queen Bed and my large closet. No, I enjoy living here. However complicated it may be.

As discreetly as possible, I walk through the living room to reach the entrance. Nevertheless, Jungkook, who's sitting on the couch, spots me. "So you're still going, I see."

I turn around to him, look into his cold, judgemental eyes. "Yes, I am. I can handle myself. One little party won't kill me."

"Fine," he retorts icily when we both know it's not fine at all.

Without uttering another word, I put on my shoes and get ready to leave. I try to remember Eun's words. He's not worth it, Rose-ah.

Just when I open the door, he tells me in the most condescending tone possible: "I'm disappointed in you, Rose."

Right away, anger flashes through me. He's gone too far.

Is he serious? Why does he act like that just because I'm going to one party? Who the hell does he believe he is?

Jeon Jungkook needs to come back down to earth.

I'm not his fucking younger sister. He has no right to scold me like this.

However, I don't tell him any of this because it would be pointless, anyway. There's nothing I can do to change his behavior.

In regards to Jeon Jungkook, I am completely and utterly powerless.

So I swallow my anger and leave the apartment without even sparing him another glance.

...

"I don't know, I'm just worried," Kat, one of our other ex-pat friends, says.