"Maybe...he didn't yell at me..." she grips her forearm but kneads it nervously, her eyes directed down to the floor again. Noticing that she's not saying anything more, I take my glasses off and stand up to head towards her with my drink still in my hold, I sit down next to her and stare to make her know I won't let this go. "He never keeps his hands to himself, so if he touched you, you can tell me."

She turns her head to look at me but only focuses on my hands and forearms. Just by the way she's looking, I can see she's scanning my tattoos. "He...he slapped me but...then grabbed me under my skirt...before going away..."

I sigh from wrath but deviate my eyes from her, I can only clench my jaw and not show my anger to her. "How the fuck can he do this...?" I bite my lips but regret cursing in front of her. I really hate that guy since I first came here, he's a disgusting pervert, macho, and sexist who think women are made to be used as sex toys. "Whenever you see him in the hallways or somewhere else, you get in my office without knocking on the door. Okay?"

She nods but offers me a little smile to show she's relieved to hear those reassuring words. This is like a little 'thank you' for me, it relieves some of my stress when I see a woman feel safer with me. I feel like I'm doing a good job as a man.

"Do you want a hot chocolate to comfort yourself?" I grin but move my cup towards her. She ate with the spoon I used yesterday, so I don't think this will make her uncomfortable to drink after me. "No, it's fine. That's yours."

"If you want it, take it," I hold the cup where it is, but since she must see I'm a bit stubborn, she takes it and thanks me cutely. "You can drink everything if you want, I hope it's sweet enough for you," I look at her, and she confirms that the drink is perfect, so I tuck my hands in my pockets and lean back, staying by her side after what happened to her. "I don't know how you react to this type of incident, but do not let this disturb your mind, alright? He's an asshole and he's going to pay for that. Trust me."

"If it was just a little touch I would have been okay but...he was a bit violent and...that's the first time it happened to me so...I feel weird..." she gazes into the cup, her voice sounding way quieter and more sorrowful. The fury inside of me is boiling up so much, I don't know if I'll be able to not beat him up at the end of this day.

If there's one thing in this life that can make me get violent, it's when a man harasses a woman, child, or animal. I cannot stand this.

"But he didn't do anything more...so maybe I shouldn't complain..." she speaks horrible words as if this wasn't serious enough for her to have the right to feel like that. "Of course you should complain. It's your body, he didn't just touch you, he harassed you sexually like a damn asshole. Do not ever believe you should keep quiet or not say anything, you have to talk about it and you can complain and feel hurt or uncomfortable."

She takes a gulp of her drink but remains silent. I don't let the quietness linger in this room, I move forth and bring one hand to her back. "Your father told me he gave you my number, so if you ever need someone to talk to, feel free to send me a message or call me. All right?"

"Thank you," she smiles at me. "My father is always away, and since I'm not the type of girl who goes out...I don't really have any good friends, so I have no real friends to talk to...I'm just scared to annoy people."

"You'll never annoy me, don't worry about that. I'm always there for people, but I'm always the one getting pushed away, so I'll never mind talking to you, no matter what this is about," I put her at ease as much as possible, willing to show her she has someone by her side.

No matter the age gap between us, we get along and I just feel the need to protect her. And her father counts on me to do it, so I'm doing it. "And your dad told me you would stay with me for a week because he's leaving the country with your mother?" I take my hand away from her, even though I saw a certain soothe in her body when it got into contact with her. It's like if all her limbs relaxed once I touched her.

"Yes, he talked about it. I hope this doesn't bother you...I thought it was a bit too much to ask you that since you're his employee, but I believe he considers you more as a best friend," she curls her hands around the cup but relaxes onto the cushions, getting more comfy. "That doesn't bother me at all. At least, we'll keep company to each other," I stand up, putting my hands in my pocket to look down at her. "And I'm a good chef, so you'll eat delicious meals every day in my house," I smile but walk up to my desk. "You're a good chef? You like cooking?"

"Yes, I do. I have two hobbies," I sit down on my chair but grab my glasses. "Cooking, and drawing or painting."

"Oh, that's great. Do you have artworks of yours in your house?" she gets interested in this, her mind now being more entertained by me than what happened to her. I'm good at this. I put my glasses on but gaze at her. "I do. I have a room just made for me to draw and all. I spend a lot of time there when I don't have any more work to do which doesn't often happen."

"I'll look at it, I'm pretty sure you're really good at this..." her lips curve up in the softest manner. "I'll show you everything. I'm the only one who saw them yet, so you'll be my first judge," I chuckle but get my hands on my laptop to slowly force myself to work. "I'm way older than you though, so you won't be rude but kind...right?"

My sentence causes an odd reaction from her, her eyes glancing down and her smile fading away. "Yeah. I'm always kind anyway."

"Good," I run my fingers through my hair to pull them back and now focus on the job I have to do. I didn't want to provoke such a tension, but I really don't know what I said wrong.

•••

12:45 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

"Y/n, could you stay in the corner of the room for the meeting please?" my dad asks me while keeping his eyes on his phone, speaking in a quiet voice since we're in the elevator with some other people. "Yes," I whisper to him, standing before Jungkook with my back against the wall.

I wonder what is going to happen during this presentation, is Jungkook going to stand before everyone and talk? Is he going to be nervous and cute? I hope.

The doors opening create some stress inside of me, some people getting in but forcing me to get closer to Jungkook. I try to step aside to not be against the front of his body, but a woman gets right between him and my dad to not allow me to take that spot. A man now almost pushes me to get some space and not stay out, sending me against Jungkook but getting this sweet man to touch my waist with his hand in the most delicate manner. I gaze down to keep my feet away from the rude man standing before me.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks close to my ear in a tender voice but removes his hand as he must have seen how careless the man was with me. I nod to him.

This is the exact reason why I hate elevators.

I straighten my back to be away from Jungkook's body as much as I can but some parts of it are still slightly in contact with him. I would be lying if I said I didn't like this feeling against me, but I can't enjoy it, I'm too nervous anyway. I'm scared this might be making him very uncomfortable.

As if this was made on purpose, the rude guy facing me bends over but bothers everyone in here, obliging me to grab the handle on my right but touch the manly hand already there and move back against Jungkook. I slide my fingers forth to not feel his veins anymore and grip the metal bar. My butt is now pressed against his crotch, feeling every little inch under his tight trousers. I hug my own body out of anxiousness, hoping for Jungkook to not hate me because of this.

I've never been in that type of situation, so I'm nervous.

I gaze down but direct my eyes to Jungkook's hand gripping the handle, the veins jutting out while I can see he's tightly holding this bar. I feel like he's uncomfortable and trying to stand this moment. His strong and tall body now budges and causes some frictions, he clears his throat but doesn't let go of the handle.

Goddammit, I'm so agitated internally that I'm going crazy.

I gulp down and just keep my head down. My face is hot as ever, I can feel him getting hard, this is more than obvious and this is making me hot because this is really thick there. No matter this disturbing thing, I still like to be close to him like that, I feel safe and protected with his height and robustness.

The doors opening finally give us some fresh air to breathe in, a few people go out, but my father tells me to follow him and stop at this floor, so I do it and feel Jungkook coming with me.

Once I and my dad are out, I check up on Jungkook but do not dare to land my eyes on his crotch and just apologize for squeezing him like that. "I'm sorry if I was botherin—"

"It's fine, that's not your fault," he cuts me off in a kind manner, looking at me furtively before walking up to the meeting room. I stay quiet and just follow them. My dad enters the room without knocking on the door and we both walk along his steps to get inside and be the first ones.

"Here is the chair for you, y/n," my dad grabs one of them and places it in a corner of the room as if I was a scolded kid. "You're gonna have to take some notes about the things that each of the employees is going to talk about, all right?" he hands me a notebook with a pen, and I get on the chair to sit down. "Notes...? What am I supposed to write down?"

"They're going to give some ideas for the new project," he rearranges the room with Jungkook. "So just write down the ideas and what sounds important into their presentation. Just try your best."

"Okay..." I gulp down but lay my eyes on Jungkook who seems nervous. Either this is because of this presentation, or because of what happened in the elevator. "Jungkook, can you help her and make an example with your own work?" my father's sentence punches me in the heart and gets me intensely nervous.

"Yes," he doesn't refuse or complain but gazes at me. "You can come here, this will be easier," he suggests to join him at the table, so I do it, and we sit down side by side. "So," he gets hold of his file and slides it towards us to open it and reveal the document he must have written.

"Here," he comes closer to me and places his arm on the back of my seat. "I organized everything in order to know what are the most important points so, the only thing you have to do is to notice them. Like...for example...when you make the sketch for a house you'll build, the most important points are the number of rooms there will be...What type of room and all that stuff. You understand?" he explains with a lot of care, wanting me to do this well.

"Yes," I nod and hope I'll not make something wrong and miss an important thing. "Great, you can already write mine down. There are all highlighted with a checkmark," he gives me his usual smile full of charm and stands up, his body now close to me, he makes it short and walks back to my dad. "Do you know whenever I'm going to have to pass?"

I write everything as fast as I can since its soon going to be the time to start the meeting but listen to them. "I don't know yet, do you want to pass first to feel more comfortable afterward?" he grins, noticing all the nervousness in his employee. "Yes, that would be good."

"All right then, you'll pass first," he gives him a little tap on the shoulder and offers some relief to the anxious man. "Thank you very much," he bows to him but comes back to me. For no good reason, he stands just next to me and rolls his sleeves up while I'm completing my notes. "I'll help you if you want, I'll stay next to you and make sure you don't miss anything out."

"Thank you," I smile but finish my last sentence. Once it's done, I close his file and hand it to him. "Oh, you can leave it on the table," he tells me, so I put it back down and stand up with my notebook. "I'm going to be nervous so...don't mock me afterward, all right?" he chuckles while gazing at me but his adorable face makes me smile. "I won't."

His bright beam doesn't fade away, but I glance away out of shyness and get to my single seat. As single and lonely as I am.

I sit down on it, and my father walks up to the door to open it now that the meeting is about to start. I can't wait to see Jungkook being nervous. That must be cute as hell.

He goes up to the interactive screen, and he takes his file, standing there now that some of the employees are coming in and taking a seat one by one. I smile at the sight of the tall and muscular man looking all doubtful and unsure. I don't know why, but his presence always brings a certain amount of comfort and delight inside of me, even if I know I'm nothing but a friend or the 'boss' daughter' to him. I just like to have him around.

It's a feeling you can only get when you know a man is there for you, to protect you. It causes a lot of delight and soothe which is very unusual for me. I'm often scared and uncomfortable around men, I'm always fearful that they could try inappropriate things, and I don't know why I always feel that way. With him it's different though, I feel good when he touches me.

Anyway, as the chairs are all being occupied, he clears his throat but has a glimpse of me, catching me off guard when I was staring. He bends over and glances down with a smile upon his face, making my heart bounce off my chest wildly. His veiny hands now flattened onto the table, he forgets about the fact that his dress shirt is opened, revealing his toned torso, and the tattoos over it to a lot of people in here.

I hurry to walk up to my dad discreetly before this could start and whisper to him. "Tell him to close his dress shirt," I run back to my seat to not disturb. He frowns at me but still goes to the man to tell him in his ear, and as if he knew that it came from me, he peeks at me to then button up his cloth.

"All right, the meeting is now starting," my dad closes the door and turns the lights off to let the interactive screen be more clearly visible. "You can go ahead Jungkook," he lets him begin and gets on the chair that the boss owns at the table.

10 minutes later...

Everyone now applauding for the amazing man who did a great job, he bows to them but walks up to the empty chair around the table when I thought he would come next to me. The other employee, who now has his turn, takes Jungkook's place while this one just put his file down.

He suddenly takes his chair and comes up to me, filling me with happiness. He gets right by my side and sits down.

"You did good," I whisper to him as I noticed his anxiousness throughout the whole moment. He was sometimes stuttering but frequently saying 'Uhm' to think and jump to another subject, and the questions my father was asking seemed to make him even more ill at ease. That was so adorable, I didn't know he had this type of side. "Thank you," he smiles and pulls his long hair back, his expression always softening my heart. I lay my eyes back on my notebook and listen to the second person.

"What's his name?" I ask in a murmur close to Jungkook's ear. "Andrew," he turns his head towards me to answer without realizing my face is at an inch away from his, causing his cute nose to brush past mine. As soon as his big eyes land into mine from so close, he changes of position to have his back more straight and looks down at my notes. "Do you want me to write it?" he glances back up into my eyes as if nothing happened while my heart is still rushing.

I give him the notebook and pen to let him write the name. He grabs it in a tough hold, but I lean over him and point my finger where I want him to write the name. The only answer he gives me is a grin, and he spells the name on the white paper. However, once this is done, he drifts his eyes to the page on the left where I noted down his own project.

He frowns at something but chuckles quietly, the end of his pen now indicating a certain spot. I check what it is but come across the heart I drew next to his name but forgot. A gulp going down my throat almost chokes me, but I grab the pen to write an excuse on it.

'♡ = my dad's favorite...'

I look back at him after my fake explanation, but he shakes his head while smiling and glances away. I just didn't know what to do and added this. I'm pretty sure my father will understand it that way, Jungkook is his favorite employee anyway. The long fingers of his suddenly trap the pen that looks tiny in his grip, and he scribbles some things.

I try to read it, but he hides it with his hand, making me take this opportunity to touch it and pull it towards my body. He lets me do it, so my eyes focus on his words. I've never been that close to him physically, even if I was somewhat squeezed against him in the elevator, right now I can feel his bicep onto my breast, the side of my thigh in contact with his hard one while my hand is cupping his big one, and I'm liking it like that.

"Look," he whispers close to my lips while putting my attention on his notes. He's writing down the important stuff about the man's presentation. "Now focus," he smiles at me since I was distracted by him and makes me get to work. We both listen to the man.

•••

5 pm.

"Here we are, finally," my old dad reaches his car, Jungkook still with us. "By the way, I forgot to tell you but I received a text from my wife, and we're leaving this Friday," he lets some good news out. "So...are you ready to have her at your house or you want to change your decision?" he grins as if it was the worst thing to do, but Jungkook shakes his head. "She can come, don't worry."

"All right then, if you don't refuse, I'm not going to ask again. You have a whole week off anyway," he heads up to his side of the car, but Jungkook glances at me. "See you tomorrow," he simply says, with a smile, before walking up to his car. "Oh, and," he comes back when I thought he would leave me in such a cold manner. "Don't forget you can text me whenever you want or need to, all right?"

"Yes," I nod, but he does the same with a soft expression upon his face. I enter the car since he's heading to his. I can't wait to be on Friday. I really want to be alone with him, I feel better whenever this happens.

"You like him, don't you?"