"Say lil meow meow again and I'll take you to Hong Kong."

You look at him with widened eyes and ask: "Excuse me?" He looks at his phone, ignoring your question. You aren't 100 percent sure what he meant by this statement, but you got the point of it. 'Don't say lil meow meow.', you think to yourself.

As he keeps staring at his phone, you look down at your forearm again. Why did he do this? It still hurts like hell. What a fucking psycho. "Yoongi, can I get a bandage?", you ask mumbling. He looks at you, then at your arm and eventually gets up, walking into the bathroom.

Yoongi comes back with what seems to be a bandage and something else as well. He sits down in front of you on the bed. He gives you a hand movement, that tells you to reach out your arm. You hold it out towards him and you see him putting alcohol on some cotton. "This might hurt.", he whispers.

He presses the cotton onto your wound and as you scream out in pain, you put your free hand over your mouth. "Told you." You roll your eyes at his emotionless and cold reaction. "Shut up.", you just simply answer. Yoongi takes the bandage and starts to wrap it around your forearm tightly. You groan because of it, but he just seems to enjoy that sound.

"Perv.", you mumble quietly. He just smirks at your statement. Yoongi finishes wrapping the bandage around your arm. "You're welcome.", he says proudly. You just murmur: "Yeah, whatever." Suddenly he takes hold of your chin with his hand and whispers seductively: "You are not being really nice right now. I just did what you asked me to do, you should be more thankful."

You look at him with widened eyes and stutter: "T-thank y-you..." He snickers and answers: "That's better, babygirl."

Yoongi turns off the lights and the TV and lays down. "Good night, kitten.", Yoongi whispers. You lay down as well and mumble: "Yeah, good night, Yoongi."

It's already afternoon. Not much happened this morning, except you trying to shower with your wound. He then put a new bandage around your forearm. "So, we have to get ready now.", he announces. You tilt your head at him. "The live show. Did you already forget?", Yoongi asks. You blink a few times and then answer: "No, but what do you mean with have to get ready?" You made sure that you emphasize the 'we'.

Yoongi laughs and quickly replies: "Like I told you, I'm taking you with me." You look at his face, seeing that he is actually serious about that. "You can't just take me wit--" He interrups you: "Of course I can."

He hands you some clothes and you take a look at them. Some black skinny jeans and a dark green hoodie, nothing special. "It's gonna be pretty hot in there, but you still need to wear long sleeves", he states while pointing at your bandaged forearm.

You start to head towards the bathroom to change, but suddenly Yoongi grabs your wrist. "Don't even think about it.", he whispers. You just let out a confused 'eh?' sound. "You change right here." Your eyes widen and you say what you think: "NO." He grabs your wrist even tighter, making it hurt. "Yes.", he mumbles meanwhile. You roll your eyes annoyed and let out a loud sigh, making sure he hears it. He just snickers at your reaction. "You're cute."

You start to change, but he doesn't stare. He just sometimes looks over to you. Is he respecting that you don't want him to look? No, then he would have allowed you to change in the bathroom. What a weird man.

"I'm done.", you just announce quietly. You look at him confused because he hasn't changed yet. "I get my outfit at the music show.", he answers to your thought.

"So what you are telling them who I am? You can't obviously say I'm your 'girlfriend', because the company denied the dating rumors and some of the employees there could spread, that your 'girlfriend' visited your live show."

Yoongi processes what you said and thinks about a solution. "Then you are my personal assistant~", he cheerfully answers. You raise an eyebrow at him. "Uh-huh, so your personal assistant?" He nods his head, looking entertained and seductive at the same time. You then add: "You know what it sounds like, right?" He giggles and quickly replies: "Like a really good plan~"

You sigh, knowing you have to play along. He leans forward to be face to face with you. "You know what you have to call me then?", he whispers with a smirk. You slightly shake your head at his question.

"Boss."