No, that's not true. You weren't nervous.

You were downright terrified.

Constantly wiping your sweaty hands on your leggings, you and the group walked up to the doors. You were the first to reach the door, so you punched in the ridiculously long passcode and opened it for Bangtan to go in.

"The door's about to slip out of your hands any moment, Choco Pie," Jimin said, eyeing your sweaty grip on the handle. "Do you need to sit down or something? It's not even hot and you're sweating like crazy."

"I'm fine," you assured him, trying your best to keep your voice steady. "Now go in, you're letting all the cold air out." You reached out to push him in, but the door, with only one slick hand on it, slid out of your fingers and towards him. Your eyes widened. "Watch-"

"You sure you're okay?" he asked, nonchalantly catching the rapidly closing door with his hand.

"No- I mean, yeah, I'm fine." You wiped your hands on your leggings again and jogged up to the group before your brother could respond. He walked up and gave you a skeptical look, but chose not to open his mouth. Namjoon stopped everyone at a normal-looking door and was about to knock when it opened.

"Come in, come in!" came a high, singsong voice. You were at an angle where you couldn't see who was talking, but as the group filed in, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see a short lady in a red and black striped dress with shiny red heels that matched her shockingly red lipstick. Her jet-black hair had thin red streaks, and her acrylic nails were painted... you guessed it. Bright, bright red. She must really like the color red.

"You must be Y/N!" she exclaimed, grabbing your hand before you had time to react and shaking it almost violently. "I'm so happy we could finally meet. I've heard lots and lots of great stuff about you!"

"Really?" you asked, surprised.

She nodded vigorously. "Of course! Everyone is simply gushing about how amazing you are. You've got a great job, and you're doing a great job at your great... job." She laughed in a tinkling manner. "Also- oh, where are my manners? I'm Nari, Big Hit's head costume designer."

Wow! She must be a super important person, then. Her style was a little... eccentric, though, so you were a little curious on how she got the job. You knew that the strangest people were the ones that started revolutions, however, so you just smiled and told her that it was an impressive title.

"Thank you, dear. Your title is also super-duper impressive as well. You've got to be competing with a decent chunk of the population for this job, you know, and you came out at the top. Also, it must be exhausting, trying to keep up with the boys all the time, but look at you! You still look relatively sane, which is a huge accomplishment in my book."

You grinned. She wasn't too bad. "Thanks, Miss...?"

"Just Nari, if you will. Darling, I only gave you my first name so you wouldn't have to deal with all that 'missy' crap. Now, let's get right into business, shall we? Follow me!

"This is the design we have so far. It might change later on, but this is it for now," she said as she lead you to a large whiteboard.

"Um..." You turned your head and blinked, trying to see what she meant. Because the whiteboard was blank.

"Oh, silly me. I forgot to turn the projector on." Nari pulled a small remote from... where, you didn't know, and pressed a few buttons. An image lit up on the whiteboard. It was a page with seven black and white outfit sketches with the corresponding member's name printed above. "What do you think?" she asked, looking at your face for a reaction.

"They're... wow, they're amazing," you said, meaning every word. And they were. Even as a sketch, they had that chic, designer air that idol clothing gave off, and everything complemented each other and fit with the theme so well your eyes just about sighed in happiness. Plus, if it was already nice on the screen, you couldn't imagine how stunning it would look in fabric and on the boys. You were starting to understand why their concerts were so successful.

"I was hoping you would say that," she grinned. "Here's the page of all the notes we gathered from the meeting, just to refresh your memory of what we're going for, and here's a moodboard, since we all love moodboards, and now we're done. Now you can go do your stuff!"

"Wha... what do you mean?" you asked, caught off guard.

"The fitting, of course!"

Oh.

That.

You worked hard to keep the grimace off your face. "Do I have t-"

"Sorry, one second," Nari interrupted, pulling her buzzing phone out of a hidden pocket. "Hello? Nari speaking. Yes. What... really? Today? Are you sure? I thought... ah, I see. My apologies. I'll be over right away. Okay, yes, bye-bye."

She turned to you. "I'm terribly sorry, but there's something of utmost importance that I must attend to. The room is right over there, where that large plant is. Do you see it? I'm sorry I can't stay, but I'm sure you'll do a terrific job. See you later!"

And, just like that, she disappeared.

You sighed. There went your last chance at getting out of it. Well, it was no good being late, so you headed towards the room she pointed to, reminding yourself all the while that you were. Not. Going. To. Die.

Hopefully.

You found the boys shrugging jackets and pulling shoes on as you arrived. Some staff were standing nearby as well, rolling up tape measures.

"Hey!" You turned to see Jungkook walking toward you, an annoyed expression plastered on his pretty features. "Where have you been? Everybody's done except me."

"Why didn't you ask someone else to measure you, then?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because I wanted you to do it," he replied, his lips twitching upward into an annoying smirk.

You shook your head exasperatedly, although it was mostly to conceal your blush. "Ughh. Um... go stand next to one of those box thingys and wait for me there."

"Yes, ma'am!" He saluted and headed to the nearest one. You rolled your eyes and started looking around for a tape measure or something.

"Are you looking for this?" came a voice somewhere behind you. You turned around to see a lady holding out a tape measure and a clipboard with two pieces of paper on it.

"Y-yeah," you said, taking it from her. The first piece of paper had a diagram to show which parts to measure, (just a cartoony outline though ಠ_ಠ) the second piece of paper had a few lines for recording measurements, and the tape measure was a tape measure. You looked up to thank her, but she was already walking away. Um, okay.

"Noooonaaaaa, where are youuu?" Jungkook called loudly.

"Literally eight steps away from you," you said, walking up. "Actually, seven."

"I was just wondering." He stuck out his lip.

"You have fully functioning eyes, Jungkook. Hold still and don't move." You pulled the tape measure out and glanced at the piece of paper before stepping onto the box to measure him.

"Noona, that tickles," he giggled as you pulled the tape measure around his shoulders.

"Shh. If I mess up, it's only going to be bad for you," you muttered, tugging on the tape measure to emphasize your point.

He was quiet for a few seconds.

"Noona. I'm hungry."

"Shh."

"But I'm really, really hungry."

"Shhh!"

"Like, I'll die if I don't get something to eat soon."

You rolled your eyes. "You're being dramatic. Now, shh."

A few more seconds of silence.

"Noona."

"Hm?"

"There's something that I have to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I'm hungry."

"Oh, for-!" You stuffed a hand into your pocket and took out a choco pie that you'd been saving for later. "Have this."

"Aww. You want me to have your most prized possession?" He looked over at you, grinning cheekily. "I feel so honored!"

You pushed the choco pie in his face. "Just take it, Kook, I'm tired."

He paused, but took and opened it, nibbling on the chocolate covering.

A few more seconds of silence.

"Does Jimin call you Choco Pie because you're as sweet and delicious as the real thing?"

You blushed slightly. "Aw. But no, he calls me that because I eat them a lo-" You stopped. "D-delicious?"

He didn't answer, which made you blush even more due to your not-very-pure mind.

"We're alone," Jungkook said after a little while.

"W-why does that m-m-matter?" you asked, slightly flustered at the sharp turn the conversation had taken.

"That means..." He paused to look over his shoulder at you, something unreadable swirling in his eyes. "... I can do anything I want and nobody will be there to stop me."

You blinked.

"I- Jungkook!" you exclaimed. "What on Earth are you doing?"

"Catch me if you can!" Jungkook called as he ran away, sticking out his tongue through a mischievous smile.

You blinked again.

And grinned.

"Oh, you are so on."

The large room was soon echoing with sounds of shoes hitting the floor and laughter.

"You're so slow, Y/N!" he taunted. "Can't even run faster than... wait, where are y-"

"Gotcha!"

He yelped as you jumped out in front of him and caught him by the waist. Jungkook's eyes widened and stared down at you.

Ooohhh, god.

You froze, your arms still wrapped around him, staring up at his astonished face that mirrored your own.

He was really warm.

His breaths tickled your forehead.

Shirt was so soft.

Rock-hard abs.

Smelled like butterscotch and warm coffee and something like stars.

It was absolute torture, but you couldn't let go.

Because in that moment, it felt like he was yours, and you couldn't bear to lose him.

Not again.

It felt like a years that you stayed that way, still as stone and wide-eyed, but it was probably seconds before he blinked and his shocked expression melted into a teasing one.

"Ah, we're going here now, hm?"

Your face heated up and you quickly detached yourself from him, ignoring the nearly tangible pain you felt and tuning out the desperate cries from your heart.

"No! I was... I-I was just-"

"Of course you were," he smirked, although it looked a little forced, then started walking back towards the box thingy. "Are you going to come and finish the measurements?"

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out, so you just shut it and hurried over.

The rest of the time was awkward and silent. Jungkook was uncharacteristically still and silent, with the exception of his fingers, which twitched nonstop. You were characteristically blushing the entire time and kept dropping the tape measure because your hands shook so much. After what seemed like an eternity, you checked off the last measurement.

"Done," you whispered, because talking normally felt weird. It was as if, the moment you said something too loudly, the delicate spiderweb of lies you spent so many years building would rip apart and he would see right into the darkest parts of your soul, all the truths that lay hidden there revealed at last.

Jungkook silently pulled on his jacket and pulled out his phone.

"The car's waiting outside," he said softly and a little awkwardly. That was a bit weird, since he was always so confident and sure of himself, but okay.

You slid into the car, careful not to sit right next to him, then pulled out your phone. You went onto your messages (which, with the exception of yoongi is hot 🔥🔥, were empty because you were lonely), then went on Twitter to look at memes or something. The car ride was quiet, the soft whirring of the air conditioner the only sound, and it wasn't until the car had eased to a stop in front of the gate that something else interrupted the near dead silence.

"Hey."

You assumed he wasn't talking to you and kept scrolling down your feed.

"Hey," Jungkook said again. "Y/N."

Oh. He was talking to you.

"Hm?" You looked up from your phone to see him staring at you, which made you more than a little nervous.

He tilted his head to the side, smiling and raising an eyebrow. "You're really cute, you know."

Then he leaned forward, pecked you on the nose, and left.

I was sooo tempted to spell it as "nervers" but I didn't haha

Aieee I'm so sorry for making y'all wait soooo long! Everything's finally settling down a bit, so I have more time to write. Thank u for being patient, I appreciate you 🥺

I'm also thinking of changing the title because I'm tired of "Can't Last Forever" and the cover is very ugly haha

Anyway... woah there JK, look what you did to poor Y/N! She can't even think right now. What's her reaction going to be once she gets her brain to work again? Will she love it? Will she hate it? Will you wait for the next chapter?

💜 you all soo much omg