𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter seven

[Author's pov]:

As Jungkook stood beside her, he couldn't help but notice how delicate and soft her hand felt, her fingers slightly curled around his hand. His heart skipped as he reached out, his own hand trembling ever so slightly. With utmost care, he intertwined his fingers with hers, marveling at the warmth that radiated between them, as if they were made for each other.

Time seemed to stand still as he stood there, his gaze fixed on their joined hands. He couldn't help but notice the contrast between his slightly calloused skin and her soft, smooth touch.

But then, Y/n slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his. Her surprise was evident, her eyes widening for a brief moment before she raised her head from the desk, still holding onto his hand. Their eyes locked, and a myriad of emotions passed between them.

Jungkook's cheeks flushed with a faint blush, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly averted his gaze, momentarily overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Y/n furrowed her brows, confusion, and curiosity evident in her expression, until she glanced down and saw their intertwined hands. Embarrassed, she quickly released his hand, stammering an apology, "I...I am sorry-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Jungkook cut her off, saying, "Let's get going." He kept his gaze averted, trying to play it cool, pretending that their brief connection was insignificant, but his racing heart betrayed him.

Y/n stared at him for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts. Did he wait for me? But she quickly dismissed the idea, thinking it couldn't be possible. He must have been working overtime too.

Determined not to dwell on it, she swiftly gathered her belongings and cleaned her desk, following Jungkook in a rush with her purse and files in hand.

[End of author's pov]

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[Later in the car]:[y/n's pov]

As I eased into the passenger seat of the car, I found myself beside Jungkook, his strong hand confidently gripping the steering wheel. The air was thick with awkwardness. Whatever had happened just a few minutes ago was still fresh in my mind. The way he rushed out of the office building just because I held his hand. Did he dislike it that much? Not like I did it on purpose.

I reached for the seatbelt, my fingers fumbling slightly. I tried to pull it across my body, but it was stubbornly refusing to cooperate. This seatbelt is as headstrong as its owner. I thought to myself and continued to struggle with it.

[End of y/n's pov]

[Author's pov]:

Jungkook's gaze shifted towards her, his brows pulled together as he watched her. Sensing her struggle, he leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against her cheek. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she felt his presence so intimately close. She instinctively looked ahead, trying to compose herself, but her mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts.

S-So...close...if he moves even a bit our lips might meet.

In that moment, her gaze landed on his lips which were just a few inches away from hers, making her turn stiff. As she lifted her gaze from his lips, their eyes met, locking in a silent connection. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the intensity of the moment electrifying her senses.

"What is he doing?" A fleeting thought crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it, realizing that it didn't matter. She lowered her gaze, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush, as she tried to regain her composure.

Jungkook swiftly took control of the situation. With a deft movement, he effortlessly pulled the seatbelt across her body, securing it snugly in place.