Life had presumably returned to its normal, leisurely pace. You woke up each morning, went to work, came home, slept – and repeated the same thing each day after the other. However, one thing that certainly had changed was the atmosphere between you and your boss, Mr. Jeon Jungkook.
Before, the relationship you both shared was nothing but pure business. You never spoke to him unless to inform him of something work related – or when you were spoken to directly by him. But now, things seemed quite different, indeed. Of course, you still maintained and upheld your professional image – it was your job, after all. But it seemed as if things had become slightly more casual between the both of you. Unlike before, you noticed Jungkook taking more of a personal interest in you. Saying things like "Good morning, (Y/N)" in the most pleasant tone you had ever heard him speak in – and asking you questions such as "Did you sleep well?" or "Shall we eat lunch together in my office?" At first, you were completely taken aback by the sudden shift in his personality. But, the longer you thought about it each night when you returned home and tossed and turned in bed, the more you realised that you were genuinely falling for your boss, hard and fast. "Could...could he feel the same way?" you often smiled and giggled as you tucked yourself into the foetal position under your blankets. "No, don't be stupid...why would Jungkook ever fall for a normal commoner like me?" was a frequent thought that plagued you – yet, you did toy with the idea that maybe, possibly...he felt the same way. He seemed warmer and friendlier in so many aspects. Each time you found yourself near him, you began smiling for no reason, and your heart began beating just that little bit faster when his stare lingered in your direction a little too long.
Little did you know; Jungkook most certainly did feel the same way about you. Since work had been so busy as of late, he hated the fact that he couldn't offer his time outside of work hours to pick up where you both left off before he was so rudely interrupted. But the interruption was not without good cause. Yoongi Montgomery's escape had every single Vampire in the country on high alert...and his whereabouts? Despite everyone being on the lookout, despite countless search parties to find him, Yoongi's whereabouts remained unknown; even to Jungkook.
"Okay – you're not supposed to be in here..." you mumbled to yourself as you reached deep into one of the many metal filing cabinets that filled the report room on your department floor. Normally, you weren't the person in charge of filing away company reports. But since everyone had been run ragged coming up into December – you had offered to help your co-workers with their workload, since you were slightly ahead of schedule, as always. Thus, you found yourself buried under files in the empty report room at the far end of the hall from Jungkook's office, sorting through management reports that needed to be alphabetically re-ordered.
As you stoop on the balls of your feet to reach up and pull down some more papers, you heard the door creaking open from just behind you. Thinking it was one of your co-workers who asked for your assistance, you didn't even bother to turn around to address them.
"I'm almost done with this lot, is there any more that you need me to do?" you asked, your voice cheery despite feeling a little fed up with so much sorting.
"Oh – (Y/N), what a surprise to find you in here!"
You froze on the spot, fully realising that it was not your co-worker who had just entered the room. Rather, it was the last person you ever wanted to be alone with; for more reasons than one. You turned around, seeing Mr. Brown standing in the doorway as he slowly began smiling at you and closing the door shut behind him.
"H-hello Mr. Brown" you kept your cool, not wanting him to know that you were nervous about being in this position with him. "What brings you to this department today?" you asked as normally as you possibly could. You knew that Mr. Brown worked in the accounting department – which essentially meant that there was no good reason as to why he would be snooping around management. Mr. Brown gave you his usual, more than creep-like chuckle as he began walking towards you – his hands in his pockets as he opened his mouth to speak.
