A tiny whimper escapes from you; you hear Jungkook lose his breath.
He closes the space between your mouths in a heartbeat.

He presses his lips to yours.
Then he pauses and pulls back to look at you.

Then does it again.

He takes your lip into his mouth and bites down gently.
You gasp.

He makes a sound deep in his throat, wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you into him, his mouth pressed hard against yours, his lips parting yours, his tongue darting out to taste you, devour you.

He's kissing you like he's trying to taste you and eat you and swallow you when you hear----

"Noona ~ Are you still in there? Our food is getting cold." A timid knock on the door. Taehyung.

Jungkook groans and breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

His breath is hot and you shiver at the husky pitch of his open mouthed panting.

Taehyung is raising his voice through the door. "Noona, are you okay?" He knocks again, more insistent.

"Say something," Jungkook whispers in your ear.

"Mmmm? ...Oh." You gather your wits.
"Yes, Tae... I'm just... taking a moment... to... to... do my hair!? ... Um, I'll be right out, just start eating without me," you call.

"Oh, okay. Take your time," Taehyung shuffles away outside.

Not two seconds later you hear him knocking on another door.

"Jungkook, come eat," he shouts, before shuffling off back to the living room.

"Hahaha he thinks I'm in my room," Jungkook bursts out laughing quietly, pressing his face into your shoulder to stifle the sound.

He's laughing like a kid.

His chest vibrates under your hand. You realize you can feel his heartbeat pounding through his shirt.

"Your heart is beating so fast," you whisper to him.

He kisses you on the forehead before putting his chin against the top of your head, cradling you in his arms.

"Yes, because now I know you feel the same about me."

His words jolt you awake.

"No, no..." You struggle to push him away.

He lets go, his face weary.

"Don't lie to me," he says, his voice low, pushing through his gritted teeth.

"We're, we're basically coworkers. I'll lose my job. And... and I'm your noona, you're just my dongsaeng, so--"

He swallows the rest of your words by putting his mouth over yours furiously, kissing you so hard you lose your balance.

"Don't you dare," he growls when he's done. "Don't you dare suggest I would let you lose your job, or that you don't feel the way I do."

"I... I just... Jungkook. I love working with you guys. I love my job. I can't risk that, just for... for this."

"JUST for this?" His eyes narrow again and his hands drop from you. "And what is this, exactly, to you?"

You gape at him.

"Well... it's... we... we obviously have a crush on each other, but-- we can't. We work together, we can't," you scramble.

He furrows his eyebrows for a moment, confused.

Then he steps back and laughs.

"A crush? Are you serious? I told you that I had never felt this way before. I had never felt anything this--- this--- I compared you to how much I care about my hyungs. And you think it's a crush? You think I'm making this big of a deal over a crush? Like I don't know what a crush feels like?" He stares at you, disbelief on his face.

Then he smiles bitterly and shakes his head.

"I thought... I thought that you, that we, were..." his voice trailed off.

He runs a hand through his hair angrily.

Then he spins away and puts his hand on the door.

He turns to stare at you one last time, as though giving you one more chance to take it back.

He looks you up and down, waiting.

You don't have any words.

Then he squares his jaw.

In a whirlwind, he hurls the door open and storms out of the house, deaf to Taehyung's confused calls.
You lean against the door frame, doubt already tearing through your chest.