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Hello, all you patient, wonderful Army!

Thanks for accepting me as I come crawling back.

You ready?

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In the end Bangtan decided as a whole that they would take some time to figure out how to present the fact that you and Jungkook are dating to Bighit before actually presenting the fact that you and Jungkook are dating to Bighit.

It left you nervous because Jungkook was constantly looking at you with worry while at work.

And fair enough, you were nervous about the situation so he had cause for concern, but him looking at you being nervous really didn't make you less nervous.

It definitely made it worse.

And there were those moments when you were minding your own business, making a phone call or reading a clipboard...

When you'd hear Jungkook's boyish laugh echo from down the hall, or you'd hear one of the stylists say "Jungkook" and your heart would leap furiously.

Get a grip, is your mantra right now.

Although it was actually the least thing you were getting at all, and if you were struggling, it would be like the tips of your fingers scrabbling, desperate for purchase on said grip and just succeeding in pushing it away even more.

And Jungkook was so, so bad at being low key, constantly sending you texts and "peeking" at you blatantly in front of other people.

You understood it from his point of view.

You had been a bit of a dodger at first, avoiding him and such.

Tension is high right now, with RM and Suga attempting to figure out a non-threatening-and-alarm-raising way to phrase to their managers that perhaps the maknae was about to cause a scandal for the group.

So maybe he did have a bit of reason to keep an eye on you.

But his constant anxiety was making you anxious too and you were getting really tired of dropping things out of distress because you can feel his gaze on you.

Things are always better at night, though, even if you aren't physically together, because if you were both alone, you would facetime.

You look forward to it, getting his calls, bantering and talking about your day.

You look forward to hearing his husky voice and you love it when he sings for you.

And so you lay there, forcing your eyes to stay open as your phone showed you that it was 12:45 AM.

He could still call...

He might...

He had late schedules often but it didn't stop the two of you from making every effort to talk before bed every night.

Sometimes he worked too late and you worked too early for it to happen.

But you tried...

BBZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your eyes, which had closed of their own accord, flew open, your heart racing.

You had fallen asleep.

Checking the screen you see that it is 1:18 AM.

Hey you still up?

From Jungkook.

I'm up now.

Talk if you are free?

And then your phone is lighting up as you get his incoming call.

A huge smile already spreading across your cheek, you bite down on your lip and answer the call.

To your surprise, he answers with video even though the screen is dark.

"Hi," he pants, as the image loads.

There are grey shadows amidst the black darkness and some violent shaking and shuffling sounds.

"Hey?" you answer uncertainly.

"OH MY GOD, Jeon Jungkook, you don't have to call her the instant she replies you. Get out of the doorway!"

Jin's voice drifts through your speaker, followed by more shuffling and Jungkook's hearty, husky laugh.

"Hi Noona!" cuts in Jimin's voice, as a grey shadow drifts past.

"Someone turn on the light! I can't reach it because Jeon Jungkook is blocking the doorway! Ya! Move, Jungkook!" comes Jin's voice again.

Jungkook laughs, the pleasing timbre sending shivers straight to your heart.

"Ah, Jungkook, move," drawls Suga's voice from farther away.

And then finally there is more shuffling as Jungkook evidently gets out of the doorway and starts walking off.

"We just got home," he says, not at all bothered by his hyungs complaining about him.

Then the screen bursts with light as someone apparently flips the light switch and Jungkook is walking, the screen only showing him now, as he strides down the hallway to his room.

"Hey baby," purposely suggestive, he drops his voice low on the words and grins.

Your heart bursts into flame.

"... I..."

You know he can't see you but you're still humiliated by your inability to speak at the sight of him.

Why was he so damn cute?

He waits in silence for a moment, as though expecting you to laugh at his sexy greeting.

But you don't.

Because you're busy telling yourself to breathe.

He sighs.

"I'm so glad we got home in time, I thought maybe it'd be too late to talk today," he says.

He closes his bedroom door behind him.

His face is so bright, so breathtaking, that you aren't sure you'll summon any words at all for this conversation.

He plops down into his computer chair.

You just stare at him.

His voice, deep in his throat, uttering "baby" still echoing in your ears.

"Hello?" he finally tilts his head, confused.

"I... I'm here," you manage, your throat barely croaking out the two words.

"Oh okay, I thought maybe I was lagging," he smiles again, softly this time, looking down at his desk.

Nope.

You are not lagging.

If anything, I'm lagging.

My brain.

"Are you just so quiet because I'm handsome?" he jokes.

The corner of his mouth is tight, as though he's nervous.

You sigh, aware that, ironically, he has no idea how close to home he hit.

"It's because I like your shirt. I love that shirt," you tease.

He looks down as though he's forgotten what he's wearing.

"Oh, you like it? It's actually... the stylist noona's... um, I can ask to keep it... if you like it."

You smile, 100% a lovestruck fangirl, into the darkness of your room.

"How are you?" you ask.

"Tired, but... can we talk for a few more minutes? I don't... I don't like the days we are out and you don't come with us."

He's not looking into the camera.

"Hey, that's alright. I know you can't make it to your studio every day," you try to assure him, a little surprised where this is coming from.

"And... what about tours? When we tour, would you come?" he says, quieter.

Ah, you finally get it.

This is what he's concerned about.

Probably been concerned all day today.

"Did you get tour dates today?" you ask.

"... Yes," his tone drops low.

His mouth thinned into a line, he lifts his eyes to the camera.

"Would you come?"

Uncertain, you get shifty-eyed in the emptiness of your bedroom, as though there was an answer floating around.

Of course you couldn't chose whether or not you went with Bangtan on their tour.

If you were assigned to go, you'd go.

And if you weren't, then you couldn't.

"I don't think that's up to me, Jungkook."

"We're going to the States for almost a whole month. Map of the Soul promotions, Billboards, and then the Speak Yourself touring. Then we're coming back for a few days and then leaving again."

His voice is thick with something you can't place.

But he's unhappy.

"Hey, it's going to be okay," you say soothingly. "Unless you're going to forget me in just a month," you try to joke.

He doesn't smile.

"I'm going to ask that they have you come," he says, hard and pressing like suddenly he was the old Jeon Jungkook again, when he was possessive and bossy.

"Who are you going to ask? The managers? Bang PDnim? Please, Jungkook, that's going to make us look so unprofessional."

"One more person on the trip isn't going to matter."

"Of course it is. It's one extra plane ticket to every single destination. That's a lot of money. Plus, no one at work knows about us. This would probably give us away. There's no way you can ask for me without making it weird-"

"You don't want to follow me. You don't want to be with me?" he asks, aggressively.

"Jungkook...." You stare at the screen in disbelief.

"Look, I'm not going to go a month without seeing you. Do you want to be with me?" he presses again, his brows drawn together.

"... Yes," you relent. "But it shouldn't be done like this-"

"Yes? Okay then. We're touring and you're coming."

The period at the end of his sentence is so audibly strong in his tone, and even if it wasn't, the way he was glaring at the phone made it perfectly clear.

Jungkook was going to get his way, and either you could try to fight him and make the mess even bigger, or you could agree and try to do damage control.

"If I say yes, can we talk to Namjoon and Suga about this first?" you let a little bit of pleading edge into your voice, knowing it would soften him.

Jungkook hesitates.

"Fine. But don't even think for a second that you're getting out of this.

You're mine, and you're not leaving me.

We are touring, and you're coming.

As my girlfriend."

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