The restaurant is all soft lighting and murmured conversations, the kind of place where the silverware costs more than your rent. You check your phone again, 7:02 PM, and slightly fix your hair. It’s just a blind date. No big deal.

Your phone buzzes. One new message.

Unknown Number: "Running 10 minutes late. Ordered you a drink. Hope you like bourbon."

You frown. You do like bourbon. But you never told him that.

10 minutes pass and a shadow falls across the table.

“Sorry.” The voice is deeper than you expected.

When you look up, Jeon Jungkook is standing there.

Oh. Oh no.

One hand still in his coat pocket, the other adjusting his cufflinks. His tie is slightly loose, like he’s been tugging at it. His hair’s a little messy too, as if he ran a hand through it one too many times on the way here. Your eyes widen instantly.

"Mr. Jeon..? You’re—" My boss, you almost say.

As Jungkook sees your face, his smile vanishes too. You know that frown. You’ve seen it in the office hallway, in the elevator when he’s running late, during presentations when someone’s slides are off by a decimal point. You’ve worked under him for eight months.

And now you’re standing here in your best shoes, realizing your best friend somehow failed to mention your blind date is your goddamn CEO.

"This is… not what I agreed to." Jungkook says flatly in a couple of moments. "…This must be a joke."

You wish.