"This is Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Seoul Higher View. You must pour all your skill, energy and talent into protecting him from all these attacks."
My head snaps up to meet eyes as bewildered as mine.
"You-"
"Do you know each other?"
***A week earlier*...
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I keep a steady glance towards Jungkook as he downs his glass and grunts loudly, wiping his mouth loosely.
Why is he so bothered after spending such a lovely evening with his friends??
What could possibly work him up so bad?
Resolved, I take off my coat and throw it on the couch freeing myself of my knives before steadily walking to the wreck that seems to have become Jeon Jungkook.
I stand by his side and take a deep breath.
"Jungkook." I whisper to what he slightly jumps and turns his face to me. Seeing me he sighs deeply and I can't tell if he's annoyed, pissed off, or just done? Am sorry, are those all synonyms?
I'll settle for he's pissed off.
"Hyejinah." He breathes standing straight and now facing me. I smile awkwardly and hesitantly reach out for his shoulder, patting him even more awkwardly...
"That's right. That's me."
My lips are in a tight line, an attempt at smiling in this awkward situation...And Jungkook is staring a little too intensely at me.
"You're here." He smiles, his hands ever so gently cupping my face.
My so called smile disappears at his initiative while my mind is screaming 'abort mission! Abort mission!'
I chuckle nervously.
"I was just going to ask if you were okay but-"
His thumb gently caresses my cheek, and the lightness of the gesture sends butterflies in my stomach. I stare into his doe eyes, but don't find the kind look he offered me earlier when he was all good and sober.
I feel slightly intimidated.
And awkward.
Okay, so the 'check on Jungkook' plan was a terrible idea.
His hands hold me in place while he slowly steps forward, closing the space between us.
My hand goes up to his and I try to free myself from his grip.
"Yah, Jungkookah, you're sweet and all, but nope nope. I don't want you to kiss me or fuck me."
His hands let go of my face as soon as I speak, causing me to sigh in relief. He shakes his head, blinking a few times, as if trying to wake himself up.
