"Would you like something to drink? Haha."
Kim Seokjin asked me as he opened the fridge.
"No, I’m fine."
Click.
"Alright then. Have a seat wherever you like."
‘How can someone’s expression change that fast...? Definitely not my type.’
"Shall we talk about what we need to, sunbae?"
"Getting straight to the point… I like that."
Kim Seokjin disappeared into a room and came back out with a piece of paper and a pen.
"What’s this…?"
"A contract."
"A… contract?"
"Yep."
"It’s not like we’re actually in love, right? Haha."