Jung Hoseok’s POV

“Jiminie, do you have any plans for tomorrow?” casually I asked while my hand still busy flipping the phone, checking out this and that.

With his back still facing me, he muttered a light ‘nope’.

“I’m just wondering whether you’re free tomorrow to …” I was halfway finishing my sentence when he chipped in,

“I’m not free tomorrow. There is someone I need to meet up with.”

I stared at his back, dumbfounded. One moment ago he just mentioned that he had no plan for the day and now he said he had someone to meet up. Still, I didn’t want to give up so easily and asked again,

“Actually I’m just asking if you can …” Once again, I was cut short before I could finish delivering my sentence.

“I said I have someone to meet up tomorrow. Didn’t you hear it clear just now?” He turned around to face me before getting up and left me, alone in the room, shocked and speechless.

Did he just shout at me? Did I do something wrong? Am I wrong when I’m just asking for his accompany to choose Hanbok for the upcoming Chuseok festival?

I bit on my trembling lips, trying my very best to hold the tears from falling. I guess he must just be tired of the training session.  

Park Jimin’s POV

The moment I stepped out of the room, my shoulders slumped down to its lowest point. My heart ached too. I didn’t mean to be so mean or shout at him when he was simply aski