You blink back the moisture in your eyes as Jungkook turns away, his posture angry and dark.

You weakly follow Myungsoo out the door, heading to the cafeteria for coffee.
He tells you about his week, smiling animatedly.

"When I was putting this song's choreography together, I had to try out the open arm spin a few times with different steps. One time I stepped too wide, and when I turned, my open arm knocked my tablet off the desk! It was a brand new tablet!" Myungsoo exclaims, putting his face into his palm.

"Brand new?" You echo.

"Yes, a thousand dollar tablet. It was destroyed," he sighed. "I was spinning really fast and it got flung into the wall. The screen cracked. I had to get another new one today."

"You do spin with the force of a tiny tornado," you tell him, smiling.
"Aish, it was difficult to explain to my manager," he said, making a pained face.

Despite your mood, you laugh at his comical expression.

It's good to have friends like Myungsoo and Taehyung, you take a moment to appreciate. Friends whose cheerfulness always perks you up, even when you feel like crying.

You make it through the rest of the day by avoiding looking in Jungkook's direction. He was clearly going out of his way to ignore you, so you felt justified.

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The next morning, standing in the lobby waiting for the elevator, you run into Myungsoo again.

He's wearing something very different from what you usually see on him at work.
This was confusing as he was usually very professional.

"Do you go to the gym in the mornings?" You ask, by way of greeting.

"Oh hi! Good morning. No, I don't, I just wear this because I bike to work," he replies. "I change when I get into my studio."

"Are you working with Bangtan again today?" The elevator arrives and you both step in, pressing buttons for different floors.
"Yes, the next part of the routine, but I'm going to go set down my stuff and change my clothes first. I'll see you in their practice studio?" He prompts.

"Okay, see you," you wave at him as the doors open to his floor.

When you get to your desk and unpack your laptop, you suddenly remember you wanted Myungsoo to look over your notes from yesterday.
You had written about the new choreography and wanted to see if he could describe the dance moves better for you, or tell you if any of them had specific names.

You grab your notebook and head back to the elevators, pressing his floor, turning into wrong hallways twice before you find his office.
You had only been to his office a few times, and often forgot where places were in this big building.

"BOO!" You shout playfully as you push open the door marked with his name.

You stare in shock at the scene in front of you.

"OH MY GOD! I'm so sorry!!" You cry out, backing out of the room.

You flush red with embarrassment, standing in the hallway.
You're grateful that nobody is passing by as you slap yourself on the forehead.
Whyyyyyyyyyy, you fume at yourself. Why would you do something so stupid!