"I don't want to take you home yet" JK muttered with a sigh at the end. I glanced at his side profile as he kept his eyes on the road ahead. "You can always come inside if you want" I said quietly, hoping he would say yes. He looked at me quickly, eyes drifting from my own to look at my lips before looking back the road, tightening his grip on the steering wheel with his hand. "If we were alone in a house, you know as well as I do that neither one of us would be able to keep our hands off one another," he breathed and licked his lips, "it won't be the same how we are with other people around us and in a public place" My lips parted, my thoughts going directly to what he said about how we would be completely alone. We were alone right now, but because he was driving, it was still just safe drifting touches with our hands. The fact that his hand was on my thigh was just showing how comfortable he was getting in a position in where we couldn't physically do anything. "What's wrong with that?" I said quietly. JK glanced at me quickly, taking in my serious expression. "Clari, I'm not after some one time thing, I think both you and I are thinking the exact same thing. I want to show you that I have respect for you... and I want to prove to myself that I can wait, although don't blame me if I break" he replied, I saw the side of his smirk on his lips at the end of the sentence. I breathed out a smile. He cleared his throat, "Because once I fall deeper down this hole, there won't be any coming back up it" Such a warm feeling spread from around my chest. I reached up, took my thumb to run along his sharp jaw, before putting my hand back down, "I'll be at the bottom ready to catch you" -♕- COMPLETED ✔️ RANKINGS #1 in jkxreader #1 in btsfanfic #1 in jeonjungkook -♕- || WARNING - MATURE AND SENSITIVE CONTENT, STRONG LANGUAGE

For millions of girls around the globe this is a once in a lifetime experience they would die for. For Jeon Jungkook, it's just damage control. A/N: Not as corny as it sounds, I promise.

Hana's only solace from her awful co-worker is Overwatch. "Does anybody know about it?" She asked hesitantly; if he was struggling with this 'thing', she didn't want to say something wrong and potentially make it worse. "This is the first time I've said anything to anybody," he admitted, "For some reason, I feel extremely comfortable talking to you. More so than anybody else." A blush tinted Hana's cheeks at his confession. Realistically, she felt the same, only because they didn't really know each other. She could tell him all of her secrets, and it wouldn't matter, because he didn't know who she was. Honors #1 - Bangtan

Now that they've graduated, things will be different. Drastically different.