Two hours into your shift, you feel absolutely exhausted. Mr. Kim has exerted your capabilities in not just your secretarial duties but has even had you serve cocktails and hors d'oeuvres to his guests. He had you waitressing even though it's not a part of your responsibilities. You're certainly not going to stand up for yourself because the last thing you need is to be fired from the only job that will open up so many opportunities for you.

So you push through it, smiling and greeting those interested in Vante's art without a single complaint. You do exactly what Mr. Kim has asked of you, but as soon as your shift ends and he closes up the exhibit for the night, your lips upturn as you return to the front desk.

Letting your hair free, you comb through the dark locks, and the heachache knotted at your temples comes loose. You breathe a sigh of relief.

This is probably the hardest you've ever had to work at Vante's. You actually broke out into a sweat. Your clothes aren't soaked or anything but still, this is the most exercise you've done in a while.

You wonder what kind of workouts Jungkook does to stay so fit. Naturally, you end up picturing his abs. You had gotten a rather good glimpse of them when you went shopping for the first time. You remember it quite well.

"Who are you thinking about?" The question has you slip out of your reverie to look up at your boss, who's smirking down at you.

You fidget with your fingers before tucking your hair behind your ears, sputtering nonsense because you were caught off guard. You don't know how to respond to that.

Mr. Kim laughs lightly. "You're blushing. That's why I asked."

You cover your cheeks with one hand, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"You must like them a lot if just the thought them makes you heat up like that."

This is not the kind of conversation you want to be having with someone you work under, especially not with Mr. Kim. He's your boss! This is really unprofessional, but he doesn't seem to mind as he continues to talk.

"That's, uh, why I had to fire Dal." The unprecedented confession has the warmth in your cheeks cool. What did he just say?

You blink at him, as speechless as ever. Why is he telling you this? You're not his friend.

Mr. Kim licks his lips, breaking eye contact to nervously scratch the back of his neck. "I realize this is not something we should talk about. But you're by far one of my best employees, and I don't really have anyone else to talk to about these kinds of things. My family and friends are at Bisan-dong, my hometown. I just...really need to get this off my chest."

His gaze returns to yours, trying to find some sort of affirmation from you before he really blurs the line of professionalism. You search his eyes, finding desperation to just get it all off his chest, and so you slowly nod your head.

"You want something to drink?" He motions to the back where the champagne bottles are. He needs to loosen up to get really comfortable, as do you. You respond with a resound, "Yes."

Following him to the break room, you take a seat at the small, round table towards the center while you watch Mr. Kim grab a bottle from the fridge in the corner and a couple glasses in the cupboard beside it.

He places one in front of you, the other across the table where he sits, and pours about a third in each glass. You bring it to your lips and take a sip, savoring the taste as it's one of the most expensive drinks you'll perhaps ever have.

Mr. Kim does the same and then breaks the silence. "So, I guess first things first. I'm gay, which you know or else I wouldn't have had to fire Dal." He takes another swig of champagne.

"I used to be so good at keeping things professional but there was something there. An attraction or spark or whatever, and I got distracted. So distracted," he breathes a laugh as he talks, but it isn't one of humor. It's one that says, "I can't believe I did something so stupid."

"I never thought life was meant to be cliché, you know?" He shakes his head, downing the rest of his drink in one last go. "Dal... He used me. Or was trying to. I know the employees here have much bigger dreams, but he didn't want to work for his. He wanted to get there quickly, didn't matter if he broke my heart in the process. And now, I'm here having a drink with another employee that I overworked. I'm really sorry for that. I'm just... devastated with what he did."

You smile empathetically at Mr. Kim. You don't blame him for what he did. He's hurting. What he needs is a friend, and he's trying to find one in you.

Resting your glass on the table, you say your first words to him. "You should've come to me sooner. I could've told you Dal was a dick, Mr. Kim."

You try to remain amiable as you lift his spirits with sarcasm. You don't want to be fired next, and for a second, you think that's what's going to happen when you don't get anything from him in reply.

Shit. Maybe you should've tried to be a kiss ass instead.

But then you hear it. A chuckle.

Mr. Kim bites back a grin. "You're right. I should've. Had we become friends, you'd could've spared me sooner." He takes a pause. "Call me Taehyung."

"You still have to call me Ms. Y/n." You lean back in your seat, feeling more at ease as you drink some more of your champagne.

Mr. Kim isn't as intimidating as you thought he was going to be. He always just looked so serious. It's a bit ominous, but now you understand why he does. To avoid situations like with Dal. You just hope it won't be the same for you. Being friends should be okay. Right?

"Fair enough." Taehyung pours himself another glass of champagne. "Well, I just bared my heart to you. You gonna tell me about whoever you were thinking about?"

Would it be weird to share something so personal with someone you don't know all that well? Sure, Taehyung did it, but he probably felt like he was going to implode if he didn't tell anyone.

You have one person who knows everything all ready, but Namjoon likes you. If he had been the one to catch you blushing, you wouldn't be able to tell him why. That'd be awkward in more ways than one.

Taehyung wasn't Namjoon though. It wouldn't hurt to tell someone else about Jungkook, right?

You sigh. "I...met this guy a couple weeks ago, and he's been around me constantly since. We've, uh, had some intimate moments."

If moments was what happened in your dreams. Might not be real, but it certainly felt like it. Besides, Taehyung didn't need to know that.

"And?" He presses you for more. "What happened?"

"Nothing." Because it never did. You'd wake up before it could progress any further. And now that Jungkook is here in the real world, he's no longer constrained by the limits of your dream. He can do whatever he likes here.

Jungkook still makes you really flustered a lot of the time, but you don't think he realizes what he's doing. He's clueless.

Now, after what happened earlier, you haven't seen him. It's like he's avoiding you, though it's too soon to tell. It's been less than twelve hours. Yet, you get an inkling that he'll be doing exactly what you presume. You'll probably see even less of him, and for some reason, it hurts.

But it shouldn't. You know it shouldn't. You don't know him all that much better than Taehyung, and he's been your boss for a little over a year.

It's only been weeks with Jungkook. You shouldn't feel this way for him. Despite not knowing much about him, you're still attracted to him.

Why did you like him so much when you know almost nothing of where he comes from and why he's here? If your talk with Yoongi on the way to work means anything, it's that maybe you were right.

Jungkook is a drawing, a copy, of someone that you used to know. Why else would your brother ask if he looks familiar? If that is the case though, why would he be given a second chance? If he's just a replica then this would be his first time living and actually existing.

So then that means...

Jungkook isn't just a sketch of someone you know.

He's not a mirror image or a lookalike.

He is that someone, and he came back in the form of something you drew.

Things in your head slowly start to click and make sense. Just as they do, it also starts to pound, and the blue you've seen once before today, is back at full throttle. This time it's more apparent than ever. It clouds over your entire vision, turning everything from their original color to azure.

You suddenly feel very cold...and wet? Why do you feel so drenched? The clothes you're wearing feel ten times heavier, weighing down on your chest and making you lose all the air in your lungs.

Then you don't see anything at all but a dark, searing black.

a/n: i can't tell you how excited i am for the upcoming chapters. we get so many more answers and even more problems. everything is just going to keep getting more difficult, but what do you think about tae? let's not forget that yoongi was supposed to meet up with her after she got out of work. oh boy, things are not looking good for y/n. who knows...maybe i'll update soon ;)