Jungkook brushes his fingertips over the back of your hands.

A tingle shoots up your back.

"I'm..."

You don't know what you want to say.

That you're frustrated at yourself for liking him?

That you're scared to lose your job and have to leave him forever?

That you're embarrassed you were caught staring at him earlier?

That you can't believe you were so unprofessional and needed Namjoon to rescue you?

All of it seemed so pathetic.

"Please tell me," he whispers.

And his voice sounds so small, so humble, that you burst into tears.

Because you've felt nothing but small, and humble, since you fell for him.

He was the one with the busy schedule.

He was the one to come and go, while you just stayed, waiting.

He was the one who could say but a word and get you fired.

He was the shining star, and you were just the person working for him.

And here he was, lowering his head to look at you.

Here he was, cramped in a small closet trying to talk to you.

Here he was, holding onto your hands gently after you've wanted nothing for two days except to see him.

Your tears fall, hot, skidding down your cheeks, and he panics.

He pulls his sleeve over his hand and dabs at you.

"I'm not mad at you," you sob.

"I'm mad at myself."

"Shh," he says, pulling you to the floor.

He sits and folds you in between his legs sideways, your shoulder to his chest, chaste and dear.

His phone screen turns off.

He wraps his arms around you in the dark, and tucks you under his chin, rocking back and forth gently.

You sit, cradled, in the pitch-black closet.

You hear his steady breathing between your sniffling.

He knows when you eventually stop crying, but neither of you want to say anything to break the peace.

You turn into him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Someone walks by outside and you go rigid.

Jungkook kisses the top of your head.

The footsteps fade away.

His chest expands as he takes a breath.

"There's nothing like us...

there's nothing like you, and me...

together through the storm..." he sings softly.

It's a peace offering, you know.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook. I was just... upset that I couldn't keep it together." You whisper to him.

"I know. Namjoon hyung told me in the van on the way back. He said you were really stressed out when you went to him."

He hugs you tighter, pressing you against him.

"I'm sorry things are difficult. But we just need more time. To get used to it. And figure out how to make it work."

His voice is so beautiful, caressing your mind.

"Okay," you answer.

He struggles to get up, dislodging you from his arms.

You both stand up and he's grasping sideways.

The closet lights up again.

He's holding his phone.

"I just need to see you. To make sure that you... mean it." He says, looking into your face.

You smile a small smile at him.

He slides his thumb over your cheek, smiling back at you.

"So... just couldn't help but stare?" He asks.

"Hmm?" You're still a little lost in his smile.

"Earlier... the way you were looking at me. I didn't know that a man could need to cover himself to stop a woman from staring at him up and down all ov---"

He laughs as you punch him.

"I'm leaving," you huff, turning for the door.

He grins and pulls you back, spinning you into his chest.

You blush as your bodies full on press together.

His grin fades and his face darkens.

He starts to pull back.

His gaze catches on your lips.

He fights it for one second, his eyes closed.

Then in a flash, he's pressing his mouth to yours.

Cupping the small of your back, pushing you against him...