Now you're sure Jungkook must have heard your conversation with Myungsoo.

Because Jungkook almost never makes mistakes, especially ones that obvious.

You feel guilt twisting in your stomach like a knife. Your hands feel stiff and heavy at your side.

What can you do? You ask yourself. This can't go on forever.

How will you write about him when you can't even talk to him?
When your presence distracts him and causes him grief?
What would be the right thing to do?
Would it be best if you just disappeared from his life?

You feel tears rising to your eyes. Should you just resign and leave? Would that fix everything?

It overtakes you and you pivot, dashing out of the set, past your perplexed coworkers. You're barely swerving to avoid people, shoving your way out of doors, sprinting down a long corridor and into the lobby, into the parking lot, across the massive strip of pavement and onto the street.

The low-hanging branches of a tree whips you in the face, jerking you back to reality, and you finally stop running, looking around wildly, gasping.

You're on the sidewalk of a busy street, people frowning at you in irritation as you stand in the middle of the walkway.

You wander to bus stop bench and sit down, gathering yourself.

You watch pedestrians walk by.

Your mind is blank, and you focus on breathing.
The air is chilly; your breath fogs up in front of you.
You rub your arms for warmth.

Should you leave BigHit? You ask your conscience.

The sun shifts in the sky.

Can you leave your job, that you've come to love?

The sun dips lower.

Shadows rotate.

The filming should be ending soon...

Well, it would be really embarrassing to not get back on the crew bus and just leave everyone wondering where you had gone, you decided.

You rise reluctantly and walk back toward the building, surprised at how far you had run, relieved to see the crew buses still there.
Some people have already gotten into their seats on the bus, others are still standing around them, waiting for their comrades.

You spot Myungsoo, who is sitting on the sidewalk, watching you approach. 

You stare at each other as you walk over and sit down beside him.

For a moment, no one speaks.

You don't really know how to explain yourself.

He opens his mouth as though to ask you something, then changes his mind.

"I hope you're okay," Myungsoo says instead, turning to you with a smile.

His warm acceptance touches you.

"I'm... thank you," you reply.

"You have a leaf in your hair," he laughs.

He leans close and reaches to your hair, pulling out a small leaf.

It must have been in your hair the whole time after the branch hit you in the face.
You chuckle at yourself.

There's a peaceful silence.

You can't feel your fingertips anymore; you've been outside in the chilly air for hours.

You shiver.

Myungsoo reaches into his backpack beside him and pulls out a jacket.

"You're cold. Here, wear this. It's the middle of autumn, you should bring a jacket when you go out," he chides.

He unrolls the black jacket and swings it around your shoulders.

It's his choreography team jacket, with his name on the back.

It seems a little personal, but you're too cold to care.

Plus it would be ungracious of you to get hung up on such a small detail when you cherished your friendship with him so much.

"Thank you," you smile sheepishly. 

"HEY!" You hear a booming, low shout.

The two of you stand up and turn towards the voice.

The look on Jeon Jungkook's face is so intense your hands shake as he stalks towards you.

He angrily slams his shoulder into Myungsoo's shoulder, violently knocking him aside.

Without so much as a glance at Myungsoo, Jungkook grabs your wrist and pulls you toward him, dragging you away.

"What are you doing?!" Myungsoo shouts, grabbing Jungkook's shoulder.

Jungkook flips around, his face a dark scowl, flexes his other hand into a fist, and pulls back to swing---

Your mind is flying.

Myungsoo grimaces in surprise as Jungkook's fist swings through the air at his face---

"HAJIMA JUNGKOOK!" Jimin shouts. He dashes in like an arc of lightning, catches Jungkook's forearm, holding on with both hands.
"Hajima, STOP!" He repeats.

Jungkook narrows his eyes, looking between Jimin and Myungsoo.

He finally lets his fist fall to his side.

Jimin keeps a firm hand on his arm.

"What are you doing, Jungkook? Are you crazy??" Namjoon demands, sprinting over with Taehyung.

"I need to talk to you," Jungkook says, pulling on your hand again.

"You shouldn't take her anywhere when you're acting like that," argues Namjoon.

"Please stop," says Jimin, patting Jungkook.

"Jungkookie—" starts Taehyung.

"It's okay!!" You cut him off.
"It's okay, I need to talk to Jungkook too."

You look pointedly at Myungsoo, who is shaking his head, clearly afraid for you.
"It's fine, really," you tell him.

"No, it's not!" Myungsoo insists, "don't go with him, he's out of control—"

"She said it's fine," interjects Jungkook, tugging at you.

You go with him, forcing a smile at Myungsoo.

"Please let me talk to him. I'll be okay," you turn to tell the others.

"Don't be so rough, Jungkook. You're hurting her," says Taehyung.

Jungkook hesitates for a moment, then loosens his grip on your wrist.

You follow him, your last glimpse of Myungsoo is of him arguing with Jimin.