Chapter-3

Go Hwenji's POV

"YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME RIGHT? YOONGI?" I scream into my phone.

"I was in a rush in the morning and you weren't there.Plus I also.....umm.....kinda.... didn'tbringthewallet, bye." And he hung up. He FUCKING HUNG UP ON ME.

"MIN FUCKING YOONGIIIII." He knows exactly how tired I am. I had a surgery for a total of 6 hours yesterday night and I have yet another in the evening. I wanted to sleep in till evening today but NO.

MY PATHETIC BOYFRIEND NEEDS TO FORGET HIS SCRIPT, HIS PHONE AND HIS FUCKING WALLET.

I had just come home from the hospital and plopped down on my bed when my phone started ringing.

It was Taehyung calling me. I had thought why would he call me but later on I regretted answering that call.

I look at the nightstand and stare at phone and wallet on it. I wonder how yoongi will react if he sees a broken phone and an empty wallet instead.

I sigh. I need my punching bag. I need to vent all this anger somewhere. I aggressively yank my punching gloves from the wall and walk to spare room which I have turned into my private mini gym.

I walk to the punching bag and think about everything that I had to go through today at the hospital. Yoongi using me as delivery man is not really enough to have me pissed. But I was ALREADY pissed even before coming home. Him calling to deliver his stuff was just the breaking point.

ARGHHHHHHHH. The more I think about yesterday I more pissed I get.

A doctor ain't a god. I really tried my best but is it my fault if you let the patient eat stuff that you shouldn't let them. Hot pot to a fellow with tuberculosis. Aish. *Punch Punch high kick 1000000x*

I am so frustrated that I want to cry. Why **** did I take this as my career?

I was panting severely and sweaty.

Gosh I need a shower, now. Plus I need to deliver those stuff. Aish.

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I put on the sunscreen on my face and grab my bag pack, stuffing his phone and wallet in it. I walk into his studio and grab the brown envelope while I glare at the music scripts neatly placed on the right side of the table. I am really tempted to tear it down. I want to but I won't since you can't bite a bastard if a dog bites, right?

Oh yoongi you have no idea how lucky you are to get a girlfriend like me. Well I should get going now.

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I park my bike by the back door of the HYBE labels. I walk in through the door as I pull off the helmet off me. I meet quite a few people even though I came through the back door. I guess everyone is busy, huh?

I was about to walk past the shooting area but....

Hold on...who is that? She looks familiar. I narrow my eyes but it gets widen soon as I recognise who it was. Is it really...??

"NOONA?" I hear a voice booming through the corridor. I flip my head to see Taehyung and Namjoon.

"Oh hey guys." I smile as I glance sideways at the girl but she was nowhere to be seen.

Huh? Did I see wrong? Might be? I shrug.

"Looking for hyung?" I hear Namjoon say.

"Huh? Uh uh yeah. Totally." Oh I forgot about that piece of a boyfriend for a moment.

"You must pissed huh?" Taehyung asks

"Is it that obvious?" I smile.

"Well you are someone who can't hide your feelings you know?"

"Yeah, I heard. Now where is that white cat."

Both of them chuckles.

"I am never gonna get over you calling him that,noona"

"Yeah yeah. Now lead the way guys." I roll my eyes at them.

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I walk into the practice room to see a glorious scene. Jungkook, Hosek and yoongi practicing , SHIRTLESS..

I let out a high pitch whistle as I smirk.

The two boys that came with me were obviously embarrassed as they try to hide behind the door.

"If this is your way of apologizing then I will gladly forgive--" A shirt comes flying to face before I can even finish.

I remove it from my face as i see the Hosek and Jungkook scurrying over to the corner of the room to their shirt.

"Ah,Wae?(why?)" I pout.

"Yah. Don't you know how to knock." Yoongi comes towards me, Shirtless I must say my boyfriend's body is really lavishing.

"Yaah, eyes up pervert."

"Cheh. What's there that I didn't see huh?"

He sighs as he yanks the shirt from my hand and slips into it.

I smirk seeing the reddened ears. I decided to tease him more since I am just a delivery man recieving his tip.

"Omo are you blushing now, little white cat.That's so cute. Aigoo." I raise my hand to caress his throat but he beats me to it. He grabs my hand, leans in and whispers in my ears. "Babe you are so done for tonight."

I gulp as I shove him away from me. I need to see patients tomorrow. I should stop for my well being. I bring my bag in front of me as I hand him his phone and the envelope. But before I hand him his wallet, I clear it off. It wasn't that much anyway.

"Thanks for the little tip." I slightly kiss his cheek.

"Hey, you okay?" He says, grabbing my hand.

I sigh. Why does he have to know me this well?

"Is it obvious?" I ask.

"Not really, but you act like a total pervert when you are really stressed and I know that."he shrugs.

I chuckle at his observations. "I am a bit but I can deal with it."

He stares at me for a solid minute. The stare was a little unsettling as if he was seeing through me and nothing is hidden.

I see him making a soft grin as he pulls my hand and makes his way through the exit.

"I am taking a early break. Call me if you NEED me." He shouts back.

"Where are you taking me?" I enquire but I get no answer.

"Your studio?" I arch my eyebrows, as we stop infront oh his studio, questioning why he would bring me here out of nowhere.

He inputs the password and invites me in.