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Stay away.

"Still gonna ignore me?" Jungkook breathed out right near my ear, his sultry deep voice sending tingles and sparks down my nerves. The close proximity between us was enough to skyrocket my nerves and erupt off my feelings for him. I couldn't bring myself to speak with him near, more like my mind was entirely blank.

"Hmm?" He angled himself closer, forcing me to have a glance at his broad shoulders. He had worn a black Armani complimented with the top two buttons of his shirt to be unbuttoned, allowing the hollow of his neck to peep through. He was still as perfect, or to say more perfect than he could ever be in my eyes.

I felt his fingers trail up through a minimal distance between his fingers and my skin in a painfully slow pace, and even without touching he made me feel things I shouldn't. I clutched the lighter harder against my palms at the sensation. I felt him touch my bandage and then trailed down to my hair. His fingers paused for a moment before he pulled down the band in a single move.

"Hadn't I told ya about not tying your hair up like that?" I felt shivers down my spine, as I force my eyes to look at him. His tousled hairs covered his forehead, casting a shadow that only intensified his gaze that grazed through me. My breath hitched when I feel him fondle with the open strands, casually caressing it. I blink back to reality, when he moved a little more closer, and consequently I took a step back. Till I was at a healthy distance from him.

"I, I'm sorry but I never asked for your opinion Mr. Jeon." I manage to say without fumbling anymore. He frowned at my behavior and again took small steps towards me. I felt my heart pace up again, as I step back meekly. Why was he so close?

"So if you're done, the door's that way." I point my finger towards the closed door, screening us from the rest of the world. But he didn't stop until he stood right in front of me again, holding me in my place with his gaze.

"Where were you?" His grim voice matched the intensity of his gaze. I nervously glance away from him. What could I say? That I was running away from reality? For I still can't accept it? And I still want to run away?

"My business doesn't matter you." I glance away and rub my arm, stepping a few steps away from him, till I feel my hip hit the desk. "And it's highly inappropriate for you to be here, Mr. Jeon. Anyone can misunderstand the situation. Please show yourself outside, or..." I take a quick glance at my watch and take my time to sigh in relief. "...or I'll just take my leave for today. Good night."

I gather my things, which merely consisted of a phone and my purse and walked out hurriedly. Hoseok paused at his words to look at me and greet, but I was too much in a hurry, thus walking past him with his smile stretched midway.

I didn't stop till I reached my car and sat inside. Immediately collapsing, my body slumped over on the steering wheel, my head resting against it. I breathed out loud, feeling a huge pressure burn off my shoulders. He was so close yet so far. And even if I wanted I couldn't touch him anymore. I know when I should step back from someone. I know when to let go of someone. And with the little dignity I have in myself, I knew I shouldn't be so affected by him. I had learnt my lesson for the second time. I wasn't repeating everything for the third time.

I straightened up and hit the accelarator, speeding out of the area.

Unaware of a pair of eyes watching me through glossy eyes.

.・゜゜・

"Good morning." I greet an absent-minded Sohyee as I sit beside her. She jerked up on hearing my voice. Looking at me for a split second, she gave me a fake smile. I frown as she scooted a little father from me, towards Yoongi who sat on the other side. He gave me a nod of acknowledgement and entwined his fingers with Sohyee's, who was uncomfortable to say the least. I could see sweat glistening her hairline under the ceiling light, and her slender frame trembling visibly; but she was calming down with whatever Yoongi whispered into her ear.