Protect Me|JungkookxBTS

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Jungkook groaned in frustration when he tripped over his own foot and fell onto his butt. It was probably the fifth time he had fallen and he was starting to think that maybe he was getting tired. Exhausted even. It was 1:30 in the morning after all. Most 19 year olds would be asleep by now, but not Jungkook, he needed to practice.

"Maybe Hobi is still in his studio, he could help me." Jungkook mumbled to himself as he lied on the hardwood floor.

"Oh Jungkook, hello." A deep voice greeted him, followed by the sound of expensive shoes walking along the hardwood flooring.

Jungkook scrambled to his feet and was surprised to see one of their producers standing in front of him. He studied the man's face, he was older, maybe in his late 30's, and his black hair was combed backwards. Despite recognizing the man as one of their producers, he couldn't recall his name.

"Don't tell me you don't remember me?" The man joked, his eyes crinkling at the edges.

"Sorry hyung-nim, I just can't seem to recall your name," Jungkook apologized.

"It's okay, the names Lee-Sum, but call me Lee." The man said as he took a couple steps closer to the maknae.

Jungkook nodded and eyed the taller man warily. Something about Lee made him uncomfortable, but he pushed the feeling to the back of his mind. Deciding that it was just because he didn't know the man very well.

"What are you doing here so late Jungkook?" Lee asked, his eyes raking up and down the boys body.

"Just practicing," Jungkook mumbled. His anxiety suddenly spiking the longer he stood in Lee's gaze.

Lee nodded and grabbed Jungkook's shoulder, giving it a too tight squeeze. "You shouldn't be here this late Jungkook, especially all alone."

Jungkook's first reaction was to pull away from the unwanted touch. But he was taught to be respectful towards his elders and instead managed a small smile. "I just really needed to practice, but I'm leaving now." He said before stepping away from Lee's heavy hand. He grabbed his backpack off the floor and started towards the door, but was stopped by an iron grip around his wrist.

"Don't leave yet baby, the fun hasn't even started."