Meanwhile

Seokjin's point of view

"I don't care Mr. Kim, I want new designs ready by this week."

"But that's impossible!" The old man put his hand in the air, showing his irritation.

I looked up, gazing at the man seriously. His expression changed, and he cleared his throat.

"I am sorry Mr. Kim. It is practically impossible."

"Is that so?" I asked.

"Yes sir."

"Okay, you can leave. We will discuss it later."

"Thank you for understanding sir." He bowed and left.

I picked up the landline, and dial a familiar number.

"Ms. Park, fire modelling department head."

"Yes sir, anything else."

"Can you bring me a coffee?"

"Coffee? It is 8 at night."

"You heard me, Ms. Park."

"Yes sir."

"And you can leave after. Thank you."

I hung up the call and again opened the file which was on the table. I checked it thoroughly, it was all about an upcoming fashion show at Seoul and a photoshoot collaboration with Vogue.

A knock disturbed me, but I didn't take it seriously. It must be Ms. Park, with my coffee.

"Come in," I permitted without looking away from my file.

"Yo Seokjin!" I took a deep breath as I heard a familiar voice.

"It is Seokjin hyung, you brat."

"Whatever," Hoseok flopped on the sofa, picking up a current affair magazine.

"Why are you still here Jin?" Yoongi asked as he sat in front of me, swirling at the chair.

"I just wanna complete my work." I lied.

"Is that so, do even know what day it is today?" Namjoon said while holding an expensive ceramic model figure.

"Put that down right now, you'll break-"

My sentence got cut as he got startled by my voice and ended up dropping it. He looked at me, then the figure. He smiled sleepily while rubbing his nape.

"I'll pay for it."

"You better be Namjoon."

I again sighed, I have lost count of how many times I have sighed after these dorks came in my office. Why do I have dorks as friends?

"I asked you something." Namjoon asked me again the same question I have been trying to avoid for a couple of minutes.

"Wednesday?"

"Today is your wedding anniversary, dummy." Hoseok butted in.

"Oh, I completely forgot about
unnecessary things." I muttered as I again got back to work.

"Hey, why don't you have model magazines here? I wanna see myself." Hoseok whined as he threw a magazine on the table.

"For your information, my wife is a model too. And I don't wanna see her face in my office."

"Why can't you just give that her a divorce?" Yoongi asked.

I wished I could.

"I would have if it wasn't for the deal my father made with her father."

"You should have stopped your father from doing weeds, look now what he did."

"I wished Yoongi."

"I hate her!" Namjoon continued.

"Me too, that narcissistic bitch."

Another knock came, with Ms. Park's voice. Again I permitted her, she came in and put my coffee on the table.

"I have done what you ask me sir."

"Thank you, you may leave. And can you send someone to clean this mess."

"Yes I will." She left, leaving us four again.

"Do you wanna know why I am not going home today?" I broke the silence.

"Why?"

"That bitch is sleeping with someone, not something I have a problem with at all but at the same time my parents want me to give them a grandchild." My face churned into disgust, so did theirs.

"Fuck, fuck stop. I just ate my food. I imagine how yours and her creation would be and it is pure disgust." Hoseok whined.

"The child would be spoiled brat, egotist, narcissistic, rude and the list goes on and on."

"That's why I am here. After midnight, I will probably go to a club. For drinking and fucking, it always helps."

"Yeah it does, I have an idea." Yoongi agreed.

I was about to speak when my personal mobile rang. I creased my eyebrows as who would have called me at this time.

"Who's calling?"

"Must be Hayoon."

"But I have saved her number,"

"She might be calling you from different a phone number, since I am damn sure you are ignoring her calls." Namjoon assumed.

"You know me very well."

"Pick her call." Hoseok ordered.

"Are you crazy?"

"Just do as I say, we will roast her badly. Put it on speaker."

"Okay, you better not trigger her to come to the company."

"Yeah yeah."

With this pick up the call and put it on the speaker.

"Hello?" I spoke, expecting Hayoon to speak but instead I heard some snickering and snorting sounds.

"Baby?" A woman seductively spoke, making all four of us shook.

"Excuse me?" Who is she? Someone from past hookups? How did she get my number? Did she get pregnant?

"Baby, how could you leave me all alone after the night we spent together?" She again spoke to me, making me more confused.

"Excuse me? Do I know you?" I asked her while looking at others who were listening to her attentively.

"Baby, how can you forget me? Remember how the way your were moaning my name when you were all tied up and blind folded? The way you were begging mommy to fuck you? The way you're being all bratty and whiney? Now remembered me?"

My mouth left hung open. Hoseok fell on the floor laughing silently, while Yoongi and Namjoon were laughing like crazy mad men.

She could never be one of the past hookups, I have never been a submissive.

"No, but you won't be remembering your own name when daddy will hunt you down and will fuck the brains out of you." I growled as I hung up the call.

As I hung up the call, they finally started to laugh wildly. Hoseok started to clap loudly while Namjoon was loudly clapping my desk, whereas Yoongi fell from the chair.

"I never knew you were a whiney sub." Hoseok snorted, making my jaw clench.

"I am not,"

"Yeah, and what was the call? A joke?"

"It was, because I have never been sub in my whole life."

"Jin, nobody has your personal number except us three, your family and Hayoon. This girl must have took your number when you were blindfolded." Namjoon ended up laughing again.

"I swear either this call wasn't a wrong number or this was some young teenager pulling pranks on random people."

"Whatever sails your boat. But from now on your name is whiney Jinnie." Hoseok snorted.

"I dare-"

"Whiney Jinnie, I like it."

"God- you three! Out now!" I growled, making them stop laughing.

"Hey Seokjin, we were just kidding."

"You better be, now leave. You three have Vogue shoot tomorrow if I am correct."

"Yeah, we have-"

"So you better go home and sleep, I don't want tardy models. Get out!" I yelled at them in frustration.

"For the first time in my modelling career, Jin is acting as our boss. Now I feel what poor workers here go through." Namjoon muttered as he stood up.

"I know right, they call him the spawn of Satan." Hoseok snickered.

"Bye bye whiney Jinnie. See you tomorrow." Yoongi teased and they all three left.

I sighed and sat back in my chair while massaging my forehead. Those idiots, sometimes I wonder why I am friends with them.

And that call, my jaw clenched as I picked up my phone and saw the number. I called the phone, I was in the mood to sue whoever it was. Whether it was a wrong number or a prank call.

But to my dismay, the number was switched off. Now I'm sure it was a prank call. I cut the call and flopped my phone.

Again someone knocked at the door, and slowly entered. It was the janitor, who must be to clear the mess Namjoon has created.

Now I just wish those three dorks forget about this 'whiney Jinnie' and call things.

For this person, I will find her, and make sure she gets to learn her lesson.

***

Sunhee's point of view

My alarm rang wild, making me jolt awake. I cursed under my breath, my head was pounding a little bit. Guess the beer was more alcoholic like usual.

I stood up on my feet and walked to the  bathroom after grabbing my phone. Unfortunately it was dead, nice starting for a beautiful morning. I put it in the charger and went to the bathroom.

I did my morning chores, I walked out of the bathroom while dabbing my  damp hair. I opened my closet, thinking about what I should I wear today.

Finally I wore a denim button skirt along with a pretty crop top. I took my bag, made sure I packed all the books and essentials. After taking my phone I walked out of my room. There was a clanking of utensils coming out of the kitchen.

Oh god, it was Taehyung's turn to cook.

"Need help?" I asked as I peeped my head in the kitchen.

"It would be great, can you make toast?" He asked.

"Okay bye."

"You bitch, come here."

"Meh, no. Bring our food." I smiled as I sat on the dining table.

I switched on my phone, and checked all the updates and messages.

Unknown:
How does it feel to
have three dicks in your
pussy?

Me:
Why don't you ask
that question to your
mother

There was a couple of more messages.

Unknown:
Slut

Me:
Your mother

Another one.

Unknown:
Hey whore, send
nudes. Daddy is horny

Baby, why are you ignoring
me, come send nudes

Don't be shy, we both know

Imagine, you screaming
my name when I will fuck
you hard

Fucking whore send nudes

Let it go, you are flat
chest, no one is interested

Fuck your boy toys

Me:
Woah, dude you
are so despo

Why don't you just
watch pron or hump
a pillow or something?

Daddy, your ass

Do you really think your
3 inches will make any
one satisfied?

"Hey what happened?"

Taehyung asked as he served me eggs and toast.

"Nothing, just a few immature people sending me messages."

"I am really sorry Sunhee, because of us you have to bear hate."

"It is okay, you three are my best friends." I said while smiling and extending my pinky.

"Yes, best friend forever!" Jungkook exclaimed while intertwining pinky so did Taehyung and Jimin.

They all started to eat afterwards, so did I. I replied to abfew more messages until I opened one message which was different then all.

Unknown:
Hello

My eyebrows creased as I looked at the message. Was it another horny boy trying to pull tricks?

I sighed and tried to delete the message but accidentally I tapped their contact. His phone number flashed, making my eyes widen.

"Guys."

"What happened?" Jimin asked.

"The prank guy,"

"Yeah," Jungkook asked.

"He just messaged me." I told them, showing them my phone screen.

"Fuck."

***
A/N

So, what is Seokjin doing? Any idea?

Me too, I also have no idea what I am going to do next. :')

Anyways, hope you like it.

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