We're in a meeting right now, discussing our strategies and division of labor. Lizzie, our creative director, explains the process to us and we listen attentively. One by one, we as copywriters then have to present our notes, starting with Dominic.

Just as Megan is about to begin speaking after Dominic, the door to the conference room opens and Mr. Jeon enters. Or should I say Jungkook? Although two weeks have already passed since he told me to call him by his first name, it's hard for me because I'm used to it.

I keep getting paranoid, thinking someone might read my mind and know that there is going on more between him and I than just a simple employee-employer relationship. Although we haven't really talked about it yet, I know it clicks because otherwise, he wouldn't do the things he does.

I had a very nice time when I was at his house for dinner. We cooked and ate together, which made me giggle because he liked the casserole so much that he ended up eating two servings.

I stayed until late at night, we talked a lot and drank wine while doing it. He offered to drive me home, but I didn't want him to drive, even though he was nowhere near too drunk. But better be safe than sorry.

When his lips touched mine as the Uber waited for me in front of his house, something flashed in his eyes and I actually had a hard time leaving because I haven't had such a good time in a long time.

Since then, we share fleeting glances in the company. Sometimes I catch him staring and other times he catches me. It's subtle, nothing too noticeable, but it's still there and it always creates a shy smile on my face.

I hope we can spend time outside of work soon because he's been busy as hell, which I can understand. The coffee breaks we take, even if it's only five minutes, don't seem to be enough for me.

Things are slow, but they're going somewhere. Wherever that is.

After he enters the conference room, Megan stops what she is about to say, making everyone look at him. He clears his throat and walks to the end of the long conference table before gesturing for Megan to continue.

"I'm here to announce something at the end since the whole creative team is already here," he says, settling into a chair. "Don't feel interrupted."

Then, as Megan continues, his eyes and mine meet. I offer him a smile and he returns it with a soft look. I turn back to Megan's presentation and one by one everyone in the room finishes speaking until it's just me left.

I stand up, walk to the front and begin what I have prepared. Although I can feel everyone's eyes on me, one particular set is so much more intense and distracting. I have to concentrate to actually not lose my focus.

After I finish, Jungkook stands up and walks to the front too. He's only wearing a white shirt with a tie, no jacket, and I almost start to levitate. I've always acknowledged that he's handsome, but after my feelings for him grew stronger, I can't take my eyes off of him anymore.

"The announcement is about a new position in the creative team that Mr. Park and I decided to introduce recently. The creative is growing bigger every year, which is why it's becoming difficult for Ms. Lee to coordinate things as the only director." he begins and Lizzie agrees with a nod of her head.

Lizzie is a good worker and takes responsibility where she can. Sometimes some tasks outpace her and she ends up asking me or someone else to help or take over a task, so I'm happy that she'll have reinforcements.

"A second creative director will be announced at the end of the month. Mr. Park, I and our team will finalize this selection based on your accomplishments and diligence over the past two years. Also, your potential to be a director will be a factor."

"Will this person have the same responsibilities as Lizzie?" Dominic questions.

"Probably yes. We thought of splitting the creative team into two so that one director will have the same amount of people to supervise at a time." Jungkook explains and everyone makes a sound of understanding. "Any other questions?"

A few others ask questions about this new promotion as it can be called and Jungkook answers them all in turn. I wonder who will be our new, second director and how things will go from now on. We've had a bit of a struggle lately so I think whoever that is going to be will be a stress reliever.

Jungkook then leaves the conference room after answering all the questions and we continue with our meeting. It doesn't take long though and half an hour later, we all step out of the room.

We walk back to our seats and continue with what we normally do. Megan turns back to me after a while and hearing that, I turn around as well.

"I wonder who will be chosen as the new director?" she says, sounding quite curious.

"Me too. But I'm sure our bosses will pick someone deserving and competent for it," I say shrugging my shoulder.

She agrees with me with a nod. "I kind of hope it will be you," she comments, and I'm caught off guard.

"Ah, no." I wave it off with a laugh. "He said based on accomplishments and I haven't done any more than any other person here. It could be anyone."

"Sis." she screeches in offense. "You're probably the one who does the most on this team. I'll fight them personally if they don't choose you."

I chuckle, imagining this. "Why do I think you'd actually do that?"

She points a finger at me. "Because I would. I'm crazy." she smiles. "And you're too down to earth sometimes."

I shake my head with a smile and turn back to my computer. Luckily, it's not long until I can go home, so I'm focusing on the script I'm working on so I can make a little progress.

My phone vibrates and I find a message from Ethan. Opening our chat, I see that what he sent me is a meme. I laugh under my breath and type a quick reply before locking my phone and setting it aside.

I felt bad that I wasn't available the day he was supposed to take me out to dinner. He had sent me a message but I didn't see it until after I got home because I was with Jungkook.

It was just a text, asking me what I was doing, so it wasn't like I bailed on him and after I apologized for the late reply, he said it was no big deal and something had come up for him anyway.

I'm glad he took it so casually and that we're still friends. If you can call that friendship? I'm aware of his intentions and no matter how appreciative I am that he's showing interest, I can't reciprocate it. That feeling is just not there.

"Mikayla Carlson?" I look up at the sound of my name only to find a young man standing at my desk.

"That's me," I say, and he moves closer.

Then he lifts the most beautiful bouquet I've ever seen and I let out a soft gasp, inwardly hoping that only I heard that. "These are for you," he says, extending the bouquet in my direction.

I stand up from my chair, a blush settling on my cheeks as I take the tulips into my hand. I thank the young man and sign on his device before he wishes me a good day and leaves.

I stare at the tulips. Every color imaginable is on display in pairs and the smell fills my nose while I close my eyes to absorb it better. Looking at them from all sides, I can't suppress the grin because they are beautiful.

And they are my favorite.

Unexpected gifts like these are something that can brighten your day and that's exactly what these flowers are doing right now. I wasn't having a bad day, but what has been good has now gotten better.

I find a card hidden in the flowers and fishing it out, I open it. Handwriting so neat and consistent fills the paper and I smile even more so my cheeks start to ache.

For she was calmness
In a world of chaos

Reading the words over and over, I memorize them, writing them into my heart. No name is mentioned there, and no sender is known, but nevertheless I know exactly who they are from. And knowing this, my heart beats faster than ever.

This message does something to me and I feel so full of emotions that I can't even describe. I run my fingers over the flowers and they are soft and fresh against my skin.

Megan comes to my side. "Oh, wow. They're beautiful," she says as I admire the tulips. "Who are they from? Ethan?"

"There's no name on it," I answer, now getting a little shy.

Megan grins. "Oh, so not Ethan." she teases. "Girl, oh my God." she moves closer to whisper so no one can hear her. "He's sending you flowers!"

I blush even more because she guessed correctly who they are from. Not that I would have kept it from her or could even do that because Megan is very observant. She knows everything, even if I don't tell her.

"I don't know what to say," I admit. "I'm just... happy."

"I'm happy for you too." she kisses my cheek. "So far, I'm not disappointed."

I laugh at that. Jungkook even though he doesn't often show that he has a tender and considerate heart, has proven the opposite to me so far. Even if other people still don't see it, I see it. Not only that, I know it.

Megan starts walking back to her seat. "God, when is it my turn?"

I actually feel bad though I have to laugh again. Megan deserves to get such affection as well, a man who truly knows her worth, and yet she seems to have been unsuccessful so far.

"You really do get a lot of flowers." I hear Lizzie comment as I am about to run to the kitchen to get a vase for the tulips.

"This is the second time," I point out. I've only gotten the roses from Ethan and the tulips today in the five years I've worked here.

"That's more than any of us have gotten." she laughs. "Who are they from?"

"There was no name on them," I say. I'm getting a little panicky inside, even though there's no way she could know who they're from. Besides, it's not like it's a lie.

"I'm kind of jealous," she says with a sigh, looking at the tulips. I give her a sympathetic smile, not knowing how to respond, but she's already walking away.

Looking for a vase in the kitchen, I find a suitable one, fill it with water and go back. They look beautiful on my desk and I can't help but stare at them the whole time. Even if I weren't looking, I would know of their presence by the fresh scent that hits my nose the entire time I'm working.

As my eyes begin to burn from the bright light of the laptop, I realize how late it has gotten. Almost everyone has gone home and although I thought Megan said goodbye a few minutes ago, I realize it was actually an hour ago.

I close my laptop and start packing my purse. I consider whether to take the bouquet home or leave it here, but I decide to leave it here so I can continue working in her presence tomorrow.

Just as I am about to unplug my phone from the charger, someone approaching catches my attention. Looking up, I see Jungkook moving closer, jacket now on and briefcase in his hand.

I smile when he gets near. I look around to make sure no one is close enough to listen to our conversation. "Hi," I say.

"Hi," he says back, stopping at my desk. "Are you going home?"

"Yeah, I just packed up," I reply. I put my phone in my purse and walk around the table.

"Aren't you going to take those with you?" he asks, eyeing the flowers on my table. My cheeks turn pink.

"I'm afraid they might break during the drive," I say. "Besides, I'm at work most of the time and can enjoy them here longer. They make my desk look pretty."

He nods and we start walking to the elevators. I'm actually quite nervous about thanking him for the flowers, but a small part of me is anxious, thinking there's a possibility they're not from him.

"Tulips are my favorite," I finally decide to try.

He nods again. "I know."

Assumption confirmed.

I can't get over the way he's looking at me right now. "You remembered." I smile up at him. Our shoulders touch as we walk.

"Yeah." he breathes out.

I push the button that calls the elevator. "Why didn't you write your name on the card?"

"I figured you'd know anyway," he explains. "Unless you were expecting from someone else."

The jump of his eyebrow draws my attention. "I wasn't. You told me to put the roses away last time, saying this not a flower shop." I tease with a giggle. "Thank you for them, by the way. They're beautiful."

We get on the elevator and stand against the furthest wall. I laugh out loud as I watch him push his tongue against his inner cheek. He doesn't look pleased and I'm not sure if that's annoyance in his eyes.

Just as the doors close, they are held open and four more people get on, cutting our conversation. I clear my throat and take a step to the side so we appear professional.

But then I feel his breath on my neck as he whispers deeply. "This place turns into a flower shop as long as they are from me."

Goosebumps form all over my body and a tickling sensation travels through my fingers. I look around, checking to see if anyone else heard what he said, but all four of them are looking at the closed door in front of them.

I look up at Jungkook, but his gaze is now on the door as well. I study the side of his face and how sharp his jawline is. His hair is a bit longer than it usually is, making me think that he hasn't had much time to go to the barber lately. I like it the way it is.

The elevator stops on a random floor and after the doors open, everyone gets off, leaving just Jungkook and me. And as soon as the doors close again, I'm pinned against the wall.

Jungkook is now standing in front of me, his hands on each side placed on the handrails so that I'm standing between his arms. He looks down at me and I meet his gaze shyly.

I can't read the expression on his face, but it's neutral with a tendency to soften into something. I can't hold back the smile that pulls at my lips and he drops his eyes to it.

"I'll be out of town again," he announces after we've stared at each other for a few seconds.

Disappointment washes over me because even though we haven't interacted much in the past few days, it was still nice to run into him again and again. Those few seconds or minutes were the best part of the day.

"Meeting?" I ask, and he nods.

"I won't be gone long." he tilts his head to the side. "Two days max."

"That's fine." I offer, and he seems to agree. "Maybe we can do something when you get back?"

"I was going to take you out to dinner today, but I have to get home and pack." he licks his lips. "We'll make up for it as soon as I get back."

"Sounds like a plan." I smile and his eyes fall to my lips. I wonder how much longer the elevator ride will take because it feels like we've been in here forever already. Not that I'm complaining.

"I wish I could take you with me," he says, displeasure lacing his voice. "But you'd end up sitting alone in a hotel room."

My heart skips a beat, but I try not to show any of it. "Jungkook, I couldn't do that anyway because I'm working. Imagine if I wasn't here for two days. Oh, so many things would pile up. I would—"

My sentence is interrupted, soft lips stopping me from speaking further. My eyes widen before they close on their own at the feeling, and I take in the moment.

His hand slips off the handrail and reaches for my waist, pulling me closer to him. It's intense, mind-blowing, and so very anticipated. I haven't been able to forget the way he kisses me since the day I was at his house.

He parts his lips and moves from my upper lip to the lower one, nibbling on the flesh. My head spins and I have to hold onto his shoulder to keep from melting away between his arms.

When his tongue strokes along my lower lip, I lose all sense in me and a sigh escapes me that he gladly swallows. After a few more seconds of kissing me so head-spinning, he pulls back.

I'm left dizzy. "What was that for?" I smile sheepishly, trying to catch my breath. He is panting, too.

"You said my name for the first time." he rasps in a husky voice and it vibrates through the small room.

"I did?" I ask, and he hums. "I call you that in my head actually, but I try not to say it because we're at work."

The twitch in his lips makes it curve upward and his gaze wavers between my eyes and my lips. I always feel nervous when he's this close to my face, and I feel like I'm going to misspeak because I can't think straight.

"I can't stop thinking about kissing you." He adds. His thumb brushes across my bottom lip. "That lipstick."

He groans before bringing his mouth back down on mine, hot and desperate. It's short but still manages to make my knees buckle. Thankfully, he's still holding me by my waist.

We pull back and my eyes fall to his lips, reminding me that I'm wearing my favorite lipstick. It's a deep red, by the way. "I actually thought it was just marketing, but it turns out that lipstick is kiss-proof after all."

He chuckles and I listen to it even though it doesn't last long. It's breathy and deep and it's my new favorite sound.

"Should I buy the other colors too? I mean they are good quality for a good price." I babble. He straightens back up so I have to look up at him.

"Red is perfect," he says before taking my hand. I notice that the door of the elevator has slid open to the underground parking garage. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

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A/N: I keep seeing comments about angst. Are you guys asking for it?🤨🤨🤨