"Would you like something to drink? Hehe."
Kim Seokjin asked me as he opened the fridge.
"No, it's fine."
Click.
"Okay then. Sit comfortably."
"Why does his expression change so often?...I just can't handle it."
"Shall we start talking, senpai?"
"Getting straight to the point... well, that's good."
Kim Seokjin went into a room and returned with a piece of paper and a pen.
"this is…?"
"It's a contract."
"Is that a contract?"
"Yeah"
"We're not really in love, are we? Hehe."