As sleep begins to fade away you notice the loud cursing and peal your eyes open.

"Would you mind keeping it down? There's an injured soul trying to rest." You say in a teasing tone to Sunghyun in your groggy morning voice.

He finally stops his pacing and muttering. But when his eyes meet yours you feel the sudden urge to hide under your covers and never come out. You look around the hospital room instead and feel an usual stab of disappointment.

So, he really didn't bother coming to check up on me.

"You idiot!" Sunghyun says. You notice his ears that are a bright red and from experience, you know instantly.. he is really mad.

"Hey hey... what's got into you?" You look at him surprised. "It's not like I asked to get hit on the head."

"It wouldn't have done much harm since that head of yours is empty anyway." Sunghyun seems to have let off some steam as he comes around to sit next to you. You smile at him."How are you feeling now?" he furrows in worry. You reach out and place your thumb between his eyebrows moving it up and down to smooth out the creases. Sunghyun lets out a chuckle. It was something you did as kids every time Sunghyun furrowed.

"Don't worry. I'm fine." you smile at him reassuringly. "It'll take more than a hit on the head to take me down."

"Yeah yeah..." Sunghyun smiles back and you feel yourself relax not realising how tense you'd become when you saw him angry. "Get ready. The Hospital doesn't want to keep you here anymore. They're kicking you out."

"Seriously? I can go home?" you ask in happiness etched into every feature on your face..

"Uh-huh." Sunghyun confirms eyeing the bouquet Jimin had got you...

Oh, Jimin!!

"Sunghyun.. was Jimin..?" your voice trails off.

"Oh him. It was so hard to get him to leave. If it wasn't for that interview they have this morning he wouldn't have left."You feel a warmth engulf you as you smile at the thought of Sunghyun kicking Jimin out of this room.

"How did you get yourself into this mess anyway?" Sunghyun finally asks the question you had been dreading to answer. As you tell him everything he listens patiently but you notice his ears turning a bright shade of red and his fists that are clench so tight that the veins pop.

Oh boy... Jungkook's dead.. you think to yourself.

It has been a good week since the incident and your injury healed in no time. Yet, Jungkook hadn't done or said anything to acknowledge it, which at first you were disappointed about but now the thought only enraged you.

He really is as much of a jerk as I thought he was, you had thought.

Now as you sit in the boarding room at a meeting with BTS, their managers, a few other staff members and PD-nim all you can do are a glance at the clock hanging on the wall. But it seems to mock you because you swear it's been 1:40 for the past 10 minutes.

You prop your chin up on your hand and gaze lazily at the people around you. They've been going on about the world tour for the past two hours. Even though at first you tried hard to keep up and participate in the discussion your attention span is wearing thin now.

"I guess that's it for now.." you hear PD-nim say and immediately shoot up from your seat ready to leave. In the process, you manage to hit your knee against the table and attract the attention of every single person in the room.

From the corner of your eye, you see Sunghyun roll his eyes before he covers his face with his hands. Jimin presses his lips together and looks at you with concern. But it's Jungkook who breaks the silence with his laugh.

"Just when you think Y/N can't do any more damage... Way to go!" Jungkook's voice sends a wave of rage through you but you only grit your teeth.

You wait for everyone to leave when Taehyung smiles at you, "Next time at least try to look like your interested in the meeting. Just nod when someone speaks that's what I do." He winks at you. "Oh! Also, be a little careful."You bow and say your thanks.

"You okay?" Jimin approaches you. You can't help but smile at him.

"If I got a dollar every time you asked me that question I'd probably have enough money to buy over BigHit." Jimin had asked you about your well-being a million times and you hate to admit that the concern made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Smiling Jimin reaches a hand and gently touches the bruise on the side of your forehead. The brush of his fingertips sends jets of electricity through you. You gulp and look into his eyes. Smiling he says, "I'll see you around."

You let out a long breath you hadn't realised you had been holding.

"Wow, that was pathetic." you turn around shocked at the voice to see Jungkook leaning against the table. You roll your eyes and cross your arms to make your displeasure known.

He moves closer and you reflexively take a step back which makes him smile.

That smile again.

"Give me your hand." Jungkook says.

"Ex-excuse me?" You stutter.

"Just... Trust me." Something about his voice makes you want to trust him so you stretch your right hand.

Jungkook lightly takes your hand and turns it around so that your palm faces up. And in your hand, he places a white box with a red ribbon that has been tied messily around it by a seemingly inexperienced hand. The box is about the size of your hand and the weight suggests there's something inside.

"Whha-" You look up from the box to find yourself all alone in the boardroom.

You undo the ribbon and open the box cautiously to find a phone inside but that's not the first thing you notice.

On the phone screen is a post-it note: Since you were stupid enough to lose your phone...

You snort in disbelief and try to ignore the bubbles of joy popping into your belly.

You switch on the phone and nearly drop it when you see the wallpaper.

"JEON JUNGKOOK!!!!"