Your manager had always been a worrywart. He fretted over the most simplistic things, and keeping your image pristine was the hardest part. He knew you had been in the public eye for years, and everyone practically saw you grow up into the person you became today. You hold a special place in people’s heart, and he wants to keep it that way.

Seojun had messaged you constantly throughout the night, and he ignored the message of you saying he was ‘ruining your buzz.’ He was just doing his job, and he wanted to make sure you were safe. He kept spamming you, blowing up your phone to tell you that he was very upset. You had a busy schedule, the paparazzi was constantly on your ass, and here you were, out at the elite clubs.

He waited at your apartment, sitting on the couch in the dark. His jaw clenched, his hands tightly wrapped around his blackberry, and he could just explode.

Seojun sat there, patiently staring at the clock on the wall, and when he heard your keys, he stood up immediately.

“There you are.” He said ominously, standing right in front of you, and his thunderous expression was highlighted by the flashlight on your phone.

“Give me that.” Seojun roughly snatched the phone from your hands, and he turned it off. He then grabbed you inside the house, and slammed the door shut behind you. He pulled on your chin, pressing you against the wall, and he sniffed your breath.

“Seriously? Out of all the things you could’ve drank, you had a Mojito?”