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Jungkook pov
My heart is pounding like a drumbeat in my chest. Every nerve in my body is on fire. I can feel the heat rising to my face. I glance at her, and she's looking away, her cheeks flushed. I can't read her expression, and it's driving me crazy.
I need to say something, anything, to break the suffocating silence. But my mind is blank. Words fail me for the first time in my life. I'm the CEO, the one who always has a plan, who can talk my way out of any situation. But now, I'm lost.
I clear my throat, trying to regain control. "I... I'm sorry," I manage to croak out. My voice sounds strangled, even to my own ears.
I watch her carefully, waiting for her response. Does she hate me? Is she going to report me? A million possibilities race through my mind, each one worse than the last.
I need to get a grip on this situation. But how?
Y/N's POV
My heart is racing like a wild horse. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions, each one more confusing than the last. How did this happen? One moment I was handing him a file, and the next, our lips were locked.
I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks, threatening to engulf my entire face. I've always been shy, and this is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. Jungkook, the cold, calculated CEO, had just kissed me. The image of his intense gaze as our lips met is burned into my memory.
I glance at him, and our eyes meet. His face is a mask of emotions, and I can't decipher a single one. Is he disgusted? Angry? Regretful? I don't know what to think.
I should be angry, or at least upset. This is completely inappropriate. But instead, I feel a strange mix of embarrassment and... something else. A flutter in my stomach that I can't explain.
I need to get out of here. I clear my throat, trying to find my voice. "I'm... I'm sorry," I stammer out. My voice is barely a whisper.
I turn to leave, hoping to escape this awkward situation. But as I reach the door, I hesitate. What am I going to do now? How can I face him again?
