Accidentally Assisting

Chapter 12 - We make a good team

"You... you..." Forming a sentence in Korean has never been such a struggle. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean, what I'm doing here?" He replies nonchalantly. "Your rude friend invited me."

Said rude friend appears next to us, grinning triumphantly. "So, you made it."

"Mmh. I figured Rose needed a least one mentally stable person around her tonight." He fake smiles at her. "But, thank you for the selfless invitation."

"You're welcome, blackmailer.", she immediately retorts, mirroring Jungkook's icy smile.

I'm barely taking in their bickering. Instead, I stare at Jungkook, who's putting himself at an insane risk by merely being here. Eun might not fathom that, but I do. My boss's public image is crucial for his success.

"How did you enter this club? Are you out of your mind? What if someone recognizes you and tweets that Jeon Jungkook is at a club?" I can't help it, I go into assistant mode. I might be angry at Jungkook, but protecting his public image is more significant than a stupid fight. It's bigger than both of us.

However, Jungkook just rolls his eyes at me. "Someone definitely will if you continue yelling my name through the entire club. And I wore a mask, no one recognized me. Calm down."

Eun points at him, nodding. "For once, I agree with the coconut head."

Jungkook frowns at her. "What did you just call me?"

"Alright," I chuckle nervously before they start fighting, "let's just dance, shall we?"

Since it's very dark in the club and most of my friends are blackout drunk at this point, no one questions Jungkook's presence much, and everybody just carries on dancing.

At one point, Jungkook whispers into my ear, his breath tickling my skin: "So Jimin hyung was right."

"Right about what?" I ask cautiously.

A mischievous grin appears on his face, and I can tell he's been waiting for this moment. "You're kind of good at twerking."

Oh my God. Mortified, I try to look anywhere but at him, so he can't discern my face that is turning redder than a tomato.

I can't even decide what's worse: the fact that my boss has seen me twerk or that he's had a conversation with Jimin about it before. Who knows, maybe other members of Bangtan were present during that conversation as well. That's it, I can never show my face at work ever again. I cannot look any of those people in the eye anymore.

At least Jungkook has no idea how embarrassed I am right now.

"You're blushing, aren't you?" he then mumbles into my ear, smirking smugly.

Okay, I take that back. He's very aware of how embarrassed I am, and he's entertained by it.

That little brat.

"I... I need some air," I manage to press out before fleeing to the rooftop.

Luckily, as it is a chilly night, the rooftop is empty, so I finally have some time to myself. To take a deep breath and analyze this crazy night in my head.

I still can't believe Jungkook joined us. It just makes no sense to me. Why would he do that?

Precisely at that moment, someone else steps out on the rooftop. Jungkook. So much for having a peaceful moment to myself.

I watch as my personal version of the devil leans next to me on the reeling, his earlier playfulness seemingly gone. The wind makes his dark hair go frizzy, and his eyes are shimmering with the city lights underneath of us. Thanks to the moonlight, his skin has never looked lighter and brighter.