"𝙀𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨"

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Jungkook's POV:-

Usually, good morning as I prefer like all people are waking up to the sounds of birds chirping happily, an astoundingly fresh smell of sand and tree leaves rustling with the gush of heaven along with the smoldering soft burn of the Sun's rays tinkling softly through the cracks of the window.

But who would want to wake up in the annoying ring of the alarm, the barking of irritating street dogs, the screams of some mid-brain saesangs in front of your house, and the aflame burn of the Sun which was not at all peaceful?

I hated waking up to the second definition of the morning today, I groaned and stuffed my face back onto the weirdly stony feeling of the pillow, seeing it was not the pillow but the bed and my pillow had its fate down on the floor.

I moaned in anguish and rolled my back to be placed on the soft mattress underneath, not as soft as my pillow which was hollering its grief on my hard carpeted floor, I sighed and the sounds of the barks were still ongoing, I did not know if I lived in a dumpster or actually the best place in Seoul.

Looking up at the ceiling I thought about what schedule I had to follow for today, it was to be tiring today, I closed my eyes yet again and felt the sun blaze my face like a barbeque, groaning an annoyed sigh and kicking my legs to hit something in vain I settled panting on my bed.

Getting up from the bed and stretching all the stiff bones, I sighed again, I was breathing very hard these days after I was 32 years closer to death, I scratched my stomach which had some marks I do not wish to say out loud, a chapter of my life I never want to reckon or read out loud.

I sighed the nth in just two minutes and went inside the bathroom to get dressed.

Putting together the buttons of the cuffs of my suit I heard the ting of my phone, picking up and properly furnishing the collar of my suit on my neck I checked the message sent to me.

The text brought a mischievous smile to my face and it had written in caps

'YOU ARE BRINGING MY CAR JEON JUNGKOOK, NO RIDE BACK HOME, maybe only maybe if you give a treat of the sprite to me, BUT YOU WILL PAY!'

I texted back just a little okay and he knew it would make Hoseok burn on more on the anger and rage he was seething through the phone "He might lose his beautiful face if he keeps getting angry like this" I said in myself and took the car keys, the keys to the Toyota parked in my complex's garage and whistled my way into the elevator.

The Toyota Camry whisked me very soon enough to the company door where I worked as a high-end reimbursed Model, I could see some weird shrouded personalities with cameras, they were reporters, and those people had no good work except to frame insults in the picture of your life.

I shook my head sighing yet again and combing on a sunglass I came out of the car handing the keys to the person in the valet service.

Cushioning my hands inside the pockets I flounced my legs to the lounge where I had to meet Hoseok.

Hoseok was looking ever so frantic in finding something as soon as I reached the photoshoot lounge, I chuckled at his antics and reckoned to see it more, leaning my shoulders against the wall beside me I found that Hoseok was looking worried over something as if he lost a valuable precious gift given to him.

"Did Sirah throw your heart down?" Sirah his love, the woman he feels hard to woo, was one of the secretaries of one of my friends in this company, Hoseok looked wide-eyed at me and pranced his legs to close the distance between us very fast.

He held onto my shoulders and examined my face as if his viability deepened on mine "You are late" I raised my eyebrow at his statement with a question and looked at my Rolex "I was three minutes late" I said and sighed at the pathetic overdramatic ass of Hoseok.

Hoseok shook his head and it got me riled up for no reason, I curtly poked my tongue at the insides of my cheek and looked at him with an aflame gaze "Dont you dare say shit" I warned and I knew he was maintaining his laughter "You were two minutes and forty-six seconds late"

I groaned I didn't have time for shit "Just shut up and tell me what was going on, what were you finding?" I walked looking behind me seeing Hoseok following me with a weird bright smile "My ring"

"Ring?" I asked astonished, because as far as I knew he didn't love to wear rings "Sirah gave it to me today" His love gave a ring to him today. And he lost it within hours? "You lost it?" Hoseok shook his head again "So just tell the whole thing right away will you?" I had enough of his asshole behavior

"I was moving my head frantically because I was excited, I felt my heart bursting"

"Heart bursting with a serious face?" His grin changed to a smile of a Cheshire cat and he looked so smitten over a girl "You are looking weird as hell Hoseok stop it" I muttered going inside a room to wait for Hoseok to give me a heads up for my schedule today.

"You have four shots and oh ya A new letter" I raised my eyebrows "A letter for what?" Hoseok handed me the letter which showed a brand name I never heard "Gashimo?" What the heck of a company name was it?

"This letter addresses that you are chosen as the model to showcase their style" I never agreed to it I already have three brand endorsements "Why me?" Hoseok looked up from the tab which was in his hand "Because you are famous I guess?"

I threw the letter on the table which was there in the AC air-filled room and sighed closing my eyes, I was tired of this shit "I have three important brands to work for Hoseok"

"But at least try it out. It seems it has clothes for gay wear" that is, that is so stereotypical and offending to say, I laughed sarcastically and glared at him "I am not doing it moreover I am suing the company if it really meant what you said, it is offending"

Hoseok was the one to sign right now and shook his head "So it leaves with you four photoshoots, one for Calvin Klein, Prada, Versace, and Louis Vuitton" Calvin Klein was the one I would love to do at first, Versace would be second in my list to do because the dress is comfortable and short, Prada and Louis Vuitton can be seen later in the day.

"Calvin Klein it is first then" Hoseok nodded knowingly, knowing so well about what is going on in my mind "You have to go the makeup room soon" I nodded tiredly and grunted before getting up from the chair which held my ass.

"Oh we have a party today too, I forgot to say it, you were invited" I turned around with hands inside my pockets "Party?What for?" I asked my voice dripping with intrigue to lead Hoseok to believe that I actually want to go he grinned and said "The party to accept our new vice-president"

I had better things than accepting someone as our vice-president "I ain't going" I muttered uninterestingly and Hoseok whimpered an annoying sigh and trotted his legs forward to match my steps "Oh why you liked parties" 

"Who said I did?" I turned around again to see Hoseok sheepishly smiling and pointing a finger toward himself "I did, your best of friends" I scoffed at his sentence and went on my way leading my footsteps where the makeup room was situated.

I snickered at his sentence and turned to meet face to face at a door "Please who thought of you as a best friend bitch" I said while I heard Hoseok gasp as we both got inside the makeup room.

"Who says to someone whom you dont trust that you have fucked someone in a nightclub when I just send you there to drink?" He said or rather screamed, I shut his mouth with my hand while he mumbled incoherent words widening his eyes at me "Stop your fucking mouth, will you? There are people who can hear you, My reputation isn't at the very best after the divorce don't want another trouble up my arms"

Sighing I plopped myself down on the chair "Who will hear in particular?" 

I shrugged my shoulder looking at the mirror and placing a few strands of my hair in front of my face, styling my face and hair into something messy, going well with the Calvin Klein theme I suppose.

Hoseok stopped my movements holding my wrist "Stop messing your hair it's the work of the hair stylists" I pointed at his mouth and stared at him as a matter of fact "The hair stylists would hear"

I revolved my chair around to face him "The makeup artist, the cloth stylist, you say it cloth stylist if I am not wrong?" Hoseok stared at me baffled and I stared at him with real confusion placing and surfing my veins "I don't know what about cloth wearer?" I clicked my tongue and nodded my head in a dismissal of his words.

"The one who wears the cloth is me" Hoseok snickered at my sentence and I looked at him scrutinizing his face to find what was so funny "And you get it removed by men you don't even know in a nightclub" I blushed and I became furious, I threw a brush which lay on top of the table at him "No shit Sherlock!" I screamed.

He laughed and opened the door to go out "How did you know my English name?" I stared at him shocked and screamed yet again "I thought you followed Buddhism! You are seriously a bitch"

"Who said I followed Buddhism? I was born a Christian"

"Then why did you take me to the Buddhist temple?" I asked innocent confusion surfing yet again through my face and he snickered again giving his irritating smile "I thought the way they hit that thing with a stick was funny" I was red with fury at him, "I had to sit two hours in that shit to see some monks hitting something with a stick?" I screamed at him again, he would a black label for everything he goes to.

"Think whatever you want, you actually gained some sanity after going to that temple" he laughed holding his tab close to his stomach the door still open, I groaned getting up from my seat, and ran to him, "Now I doubt your sanity" his feet were fast and he ran off.

I huffed in anger not able to comprehend things straight, I needed a coffee to make my brain go straight on some points, there was some time before the stylists actually barge in, so I dragged my legs out in a lazy manner.

Filling the cup with freshly brewed or I don't know how many years of brewed coffee beans I sipped at the intoxicating black taste of the liquid.

The cup had a cover lid on top of it, put carefully by me so that if I trip I don't make my coffee fall by my shoes ha different plans at that time.

I felt my legs slipping on nothing and my eyes widening as I felt myself falling head-on, but I felt someone hold me from behind, both of their hands wrapped around my waist, my eyes widened when I saw my coffee cup lying on the ground spilled despite of the cap but what made me widen my eyes more was that my ass was brought close to an area which left like a bulge for a crotch and I felt a breath mingling beside my ears.

"Watch your step pretty" and it was all so familiar, I thought the person belonging to this voice, will never be met again by me, but oh boy I was so wrong, so damn wrong!

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A/n:- Who do you think it is? 🤔

And please dont kill me whoever follows Buddhism, I didn't want to make fun of your religion I actually love your religion, please dont put a malicious comment on it, this story is just fictional.