Before you disappear

Chapter 43

The attraction between them was magnetic. Jungkook felt his whole body respond to her, craving her, like she was a long lost lover whom he just reconnected with.

Considering the redness on her cheeks, he could only assume she felt the same.

"W-well," she replied, giving a small smile. "I guess I could say the same about you."

He took a few steps back, releasing her from between his arms, and ending with his back against the opposite wall.

"How did this happen?" The question left his lips before he even realized he had said the thought out loud.

She swallowed. "I'm not sure. I only remember being at your concert, feeling drawn to you and making eye contact and within the next ten minutes or so, I lost consciousness."

"-lost consciousness," Jungkook said at the same time. "Yes, pretty much the same for me. I mean, I always interact with fans, but with you... Things were different. It was like everything around us just..."

"Faded," she finished his sentence, and he nodded.

"What do you think that means?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. This is such a weird situation. I mean, this only happens in books and movies. How are we to know how this happened, or how to reverse it?"

Jungkook tilted his head at her question. For a moment, the thought sprung in his head that maybe she didn't want to reverse it. He shook his head. That was ridiculous. Why would anyone want to be in another person's body? But his body wasn't just a random person. Perhaps she liked the few minutes of fame she experienced. Perhaps she liked the flexibility of his body? Or being close to the other members of the band. After all, she was a fan, so who was to say if-

"So, how can we do this? I mean... I'm ready to try anything to reverse this though."

Her words made me grin at his own misjudged assumptions. Of course his thoughts had taken him off the cliff of worst case scenarios. She wasn't the kind of person his assumptions had made her out to be. Just like him, she wanted things to go back to normal.

"Perhaps we need to copy what happened that night?" he proposed.

She glanced up at him, meeting his eyes. Uncertainty but also admiration and a little fright shone from her eyes. Her eyes were huge as she looked at him. Like doe eyes.

He took a small step towards her and reached out his left hand just like he had done that night. His eyes never left hers, but he could see movement as her hand reached up to meet his.

As their fingers touched, a rush went through him. It was weird seeing her in front of him. He knew he was looking at himself, yet when he looked in her eyes, he could only see her. In the back of his mind, he wondered if she experienced the same.

Holding her hand was nice but it was also the only sensation he experienced. Everything around them had faded, just like that night. It was just his gaze into her eyes, and the touch of their hands. Her fingers trembled softly against his. Was she as nervous as he was?

Another sensation rushed through him, when her other hand found his right hand. Her fingers slid through his.

His chest rose as if a magnetic pull had started from her to him. His breathing became a little quicker. Unlike at the concert, this time they were on the same level. She was right in front of him. There was no proof of them being idol and fan. This was about a man and a woman, and the connection they shared through the touch of their hands.

Her arms tensed and without thought, he took a few more steps to come closer. His hands holding hers, reached up and gently pushed them against the wall behind them, taking away the weight that caused her arms to tense up. But in doing so, he closed the gap between them and as he breathed deeply, his chest touched her.