His eyes meet mine right when he was smiling, but the woman standing before him turns around to look at me.

"Oh, y/n?" he removes his hand from the side of her face. This face that brings back to my mind the features of the woman, who is, from what I heard, very close to Jungkook. He smiles at me but puts his hands in his pockets as the woman just stepped back to establish some space between them that was not existent a second ago.

I don't know if I'm frozen on my spot or just frozen from the inside. I'm a dumbass.

Realizing that I interrupted something, I hide the present behind me and lose all the joy I had. "I...I'm sorry...I thought you wouldn't be here yet..."

"It's all right, don't worry," his bright smile doesn't bring mine anymore,  but the woman gazes up at him, making his big eyes peek at her. With a simple look, she steps aside. "Let's talk about it later," she grins but walks towards me to pass by me and leave. "You can come in—"

"No..." I cut his sentence short. "I...I'll maybe come back later..." I go back but grab the handle of the door to drag it in my action, but he hurries to reach me out. "Wait, y/n," he catches the door before I could close it and comes closer. "You can come in now, I was talking with her but it's alright, we have the time to talk if you want," he doesn't figure out what is the problem, smiling at me.

"I'm fine...I didn't want to bother you—" my arm gets grabbed when I was about to walk away, and with the most softness ever, pulls me back to get me inside the room and close the door.

I keep my eyes down to not let him see the pain through the tears growing in them but feel his hand wrap my wrist to put the box of chocolate into his sight. He takes it and looks at it while I can only see his chest and lower body. "What is that?" he asks through the tension flying through the silence.

I step back to be against the wall, but he keeps both of his veiny hands on the box. "Nothing..."

"Y/n," he pronounces my name in an earnest voice. "Look at me," he tells me to do. Without having the guts to disobey, I raise my eyes up, but only to his glossy lips. "What's that?" he points the item out, but I shrug, merely. "A present..."

He breathes out, sharply, getting this even more difficult for me. He doesn't say anything more but simply stares at me, fiddling with the box in one hand but tucking the other in a pocket of his trousers. This silence is way more painful than anything else, not knowing what's on his mind at this exact moment is hard. He must understand, feel uncomfortable or lost.

I can be fake and pretend that I'm okay, but with him, I find it tough. As if I couldn't hide the way I really feel once he's before me.

He doesn't say anything but turns his back to me to walk up to his desk and put the box of chocolates down on it, before staying in his position for no reason known.

I stare at him without knowing what to do, feeling hurt and dumb. When I walked in, I could see his face close to hers, he had his hand on the side of it, so what was happening was obvious.

Is he thinking deeply that he's not saying anything at all? He usually knows what to say, what to do, so why is he so soundless?

A sharp exhalation runs out of him, but he lifts one hand up to his face, I wipe my tears away as he's still not looking at me but snivel a bit too loudly. I shouldn't act so immature in front of this, but I guess I'm too weak to control my emotions.

"Do you want me to leave...?" my trembling voice humiliates me, but I don't pay attention to it. He knows I'm crying behind him anyway. He turns around and combs his fluffy hair back, ruffling it but leaning back on his desk. "What is happening in your head, y/n?" he questions me with some calm in his voice. "Hm? I want you to tell me."

"Nothing..."  I gulp down to make the knot in my throat disappear, but he doesn't glance away, he only keeps his penetrating eyes on me. "Stop lying to me, y/n. You're not crying for no reason."

A shaky sigh slips out of my mouth, and I straighten my back to get ready to leave the room. "No, y/n," he steps towards me in a hurried manner and grabs the handle of the door with his tough hand, flattening the other on the wall behind me to guard my body. "Why aren't you talking to me...?"

"I don't want to..." I avert my teary eyes from him. "You have that woman anyway," I speak instinctively but turn towards the door to grab the handle as well. I try to pull on it but feel him tighten his hold under mine. "Let's talk after work, all right?"

I nod but wait for him to just remove his hand from the handle. "You'll come in my car, and I'll explain to your dad," he withdraws his veiny hand and lets me open the door to go out. "And thank you for the chocolates," he says behind me, but I mumble a 'You're welcome' and head to my father's office.

I did not anticipate this at all, and this hurts. I know he was kissing her, why he would have his face so close to hers if he wasn't?

Before stepping in my dad's office, I calm down and think about something else as much as possible to erase the issue from my head, wiping my tears away. Then I open the door and walk in.

"Finally?" he peeks up at me but goes back to his work while I'm heading up to the sofa. I sit down without saying anything but feel my heart ache. That's my fault, I shouldn't get attached to people so easily.

"What's wrong?" my father notices something is going on, but I take my phone. "Who's the fucking bitch that always—"

"Y/n, do not talk like that," he halts me, hating to hear those types of words come out of my mouth. "Why are you crying?"

"Because I hate this damn...shit..." I still curse without being able to control myself. "Who?" he keeps his attention on me to listen carefully, but I fix my eyes on my phone to not have to face him. "The one who always flirts with Jungkook...they were fucking—" I stop myself to try to take back what I said, but my father misunderstands. "What?! They're doing what in my office?!"

"I think they kissed, but I'm not sure..." I glance up at him as I realized I didn't build my sentence well. "Thank god...I thought you said they were...oh jeez..." he does not dare say it but forgets the fact that I'm hurt. "I felt dumb with my freaking box of chocolates..."

"Sweetheart..." he sighs but turns his desk chair towards me. "Stop thinking about him. I know it's hard but..." his words come to an end as he's gazing at me, his ridiculous daughter who he must be tired of. He takes his glasses off. "Think about...Minjae...this boy seems pretty cool and...given the number of texts he sends you a day, he must have caught some feelings for you," he smiles to try to comfort me, but this doesn't work.

I don't reply but look down at my lap. I fiddle with the stupid dress I wore just to see Jungkook but feel embarrassed at the thought of it. "Cry if that makes you feel better, sweetie...that kind of little heartbreak always has to happen at one time," he leaves me with myself to just let go of my emotions.

He never said he loved me, but his actions just affected me, his touches, and all those little things, now I need to cry and ruin myself with that image of him touching that woman.

I sob in my corner but see my dad standing up, coming up to me with a box of tissues. He puts it down next to me and then goes back to his desk. "If you want to go home, you can. I'll drive you there."

"No..." I stay here, thinking about the conversation I should have with Jungkook.

•••

5 pm.

The end of the day now here, I go out of my dad's office with him, fearing the discussion with Jungkook. Once I turn around, my eyes come across two people I wanted to avoid.

"Mister Kim," the woman walks up to my dad, but this one instantly brushes her off. "I need to go, Miss. I don't have the time," he takes me with him to leave and pass by her and Jungkook. He hates when someone causes some pain to me, so he must bear a grudge against her.

He walks down the stairs with me, but we get followed by his two employees. "Do you want to pass by the mall today? I heard your controller wasn't working well," he grasps my attention in a way that makes me feel like he wants me to think about something else. "Oh no...I was just joking with Minjae because I was losing."

"Ah, all right," he chuckles but reaches the lower floor, leading us to the outside. As soon as we step out and already have his car in sight, a hand touches my arm and makes me turn my head. "Can I talk to your daughter, Mister Kim?" Jungkook lets go of me but asks to my dad before doing anything. My father stares at him but peeks at the woman who doesn't want to leave. "Yeah."

"Thank you," he has a glimpse of me but gestures me to follow him to his car, so I do it. I'm nervous, I can feel how cold my hands are, and that's a sign I'm not okay inside. As I see him walk up to his side of the car, I do the same and get on the passenger seat but notice he's not getting inside. He's talking to my dad who's standing before his vehicle in front of us.

I can't even hear anything, but only see them nod to each other at the end, for Jungkook to come in the car. He closes the door, but I keep my eyes down, not daring to raise my head up. He puts his stuff in the back, but the car of my dad leaves, making me wonder what is happening for him to not wait for me.

My eyes look into Jungkook's direction, the silence creating some unease in this small space. I only look at his tattooed hand grabbing the steering wheel. "I told him I would drive you back home, we're going to my house. Is it all right?" he speaks in an undertone but with some heaviness in his voice, telling me something serious is about to happen. "Yes..."

20 minutes later...

I enter his house after I left it more than one week ago. He closes the door behind us, so I take my shoes off, and he does the same, but I keep my jacket on while he doesn't. He hangs it on the coat rack on my right and makes me join him at the kitchen island. He takes a bottle of milk out of the fridge and also grabs a bottle of whiskey. He serves himself a glass of this strong alcohol and gives me the bottle of milk, for him to drink but fill his glass right after emptying it in one gulp.

I sip on my milk with the straw. "We're both together now, you can talk to me," he bends over to rest his forearms on the flat surface, loosening his tie around his neck as I've never felt so nervous in front of him. I hold my drink with both of my hands but stare at it. "About what...?"

"About what happened earlier," he brings this back to topic. "And you know what I want you to tell me. You cried for a reason, you tried to hide the present you wanted to give me."

"Did you kiss her?" I gaze up at him but talk like he told me to do. He shakes his head to answer me, surprising me. "No, I didn't. She's just a colleague to me."

"Then what were you doing when I came in?" I find it complicated to believe what he just said. "You're going to find it stupid, but she was showing me her new earrings that cost a lot of money, so I checked them, and that's why you saw me touch her face and heard me say I like them. I know she likes me, but I don't feel the same for her."

I trust his words, knowing him and the way he thinks. I doubt he would lie to me. "All right?" he tilts his head to the side to ask for my answer, and I acquiesce. "All right."

"Now, I want you to explain to me why you behaved that way. Why did you cry?" he doesn't forget this point when I wanted him to ignore it since this is a sensitive topic. I'm scared to tell him the truth, to tell him that I reacted like that because I have feelings for him. This might ruin our relationship.

"Y/n?" he pronounces my name in a steady lilt of voice. I lift my drink up to sip on it but then move it down, for my answer to leave my lips. "I like you..." I bite on my inner lip right after, feeling my heart rushing so mad that I'm on the verge of fainting before his eyes.

My body is heating up, my face is burning, and my veins are throbbing. I don't feel good.