It was a typical day at work. I produced some rookie group. I don't even know. I don't pay attention to names anymore.

This job isn't fun anymore.

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I walked out of the elevator and saw a familiar blonde head sitting by the entrance.

He looked up and smiled at me.

"Give me my ring." I said as I looked him dead in the eye.

"Whoa slow down, Why don't we grab something to eat first? You haven't had dinner yet right?" I sighed and agreed because my stomach growled. He just smirked.

"Fine! But you're paying!" I said as we walked outside.

"So what do you work as? Because I kind of noticed that that was the JYP Entertainment building. Are you a trainee?!" I laughed.

"Ha! That would never happen." I said as I rolled my eyes. "Lets go here." I said as I lead him to my favorite eatery in the whole city.

"Then what do you do?" He said as he sat down.

"I'm a producer." I said as I handed him a menu.

His eyes lit up and we started a huge conversation about music and to my surprise, we had a lot in common.

"Um, Zico?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I have my ring back?"

"Let me walk you home and I'll give it to you then."

I sighed.

I really don't feel like arguing with this douche.

We walked side by side. It felt comfortable.

He started talking about random things.

"Give me my ring please." I said as we approached my apartment.

"Give me a kiss."

"You want to kiss my fist?"

"I'm kidding! Violent woman." He said as he reached into his pocket. He gasped. "Oh no! it looks like i forgot it!" He said ever-so-dramatically.  I facepalmed. I should've known. I sighed.

"Aish," I walked towards my door. "Thanks for the meal and walking me home doucheface!" I said as I waved back.

(a/n: I'll update again asap!)