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6:00 am...

Jungkook groaned as he stood up from his bed. After a while, he took a cold shower and then came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his torso. As he dries his wet hair using another towel. He frowned when he heard his phone that's placed beside the lamp, ringing.

"What is this?" He mumbled before answering it and putting it on his ear.

"Hyung? Why are you calling?" He says, still continuing what he was doing. Drying his hair and picking up his uniform.

"Is this a wrong number?"

"The hell are you talking about, Hyung? Why are you calling at this hour?"

"Your dumb ass is still asleep that's why you don't know I always call at this hour. Anyways, did you really just answered? It's 5:00 pm here in New York so I assume it's around 6:00-6:20 am there, in Seoul?"

"What are you doing in New York?" He frowns again and picked up his uniform and started wearing it. His shoulder and ear, sandwiching his phone.

"Just a little business. Haven't I told you this? So yeah, anyways, why are you up this morning? Your class is still at 8:00."

"Hyung, I'm not a baby anymore. Besides, it's Friday today here so..." He cursed at himself because he couldn't think of a lie anymore, and he damn knew his Hyung can sniff a lie even if they're kilometers away.

"So?"

"Uhm, Jimin Hyung and I wanted to play basketball early so the court is only ours." He said, hoping he'd bite the lie.

"Oh, okay. I thought you want to wake up because you wanted to spend more time with a girl or something. Is it?"

"That's ridiculous, Hyung. Why are you even thinking about that?" He lightly chuckled and sucked a breath.

His Hyung let out a sigh. "I do forbid you going around and flirting with different girls or fucking around which I clearly know you aren't that type of guy but you do know it's not too late to fall in love again after what happened with that bitch. Right?"

"Hyung, there was never a time I loved her. Why are you even talking about this? Geeze."

"Alright, see you soon. Punk."

"See you soon— what?" Too late he hung up already.

"He never lets me finish my sentence. Damn it." He says and rolled his eyes before picking a his usual black hoodie again.

He yawned again, not used to waking up this early in the morning. When he's finished, he grabbed his necessary things and his Prada bag before heading out of his penthouse.

He's living at a penthouse. His own penthouse. At the highest floor of a condominium. After minutes, the elevator door opened and he stepped out of it with his hands on his pockets.

While randomly biting his lips, he furrowed us eyebrows then stopped working when he saw something on his peripheral vision. He glanced at it then immediately remembered someone.

He's at the ground floor of the building already. Couches are everywhere, at the lounge.

And he's staring at the cocktail bar. He scoffed then his lips twitched. He shook his head of at that thought then continued walking out of the building.