Hidden Love

Chapter 8

A bubbly conversation between the three men continues as background noise to me during the rest of the car ride. Even though the radio is on, I can guarantee not a single ear is listening to it. I am away with my thoughts, leaning against my palm while my elbow rests on the window sill of the front passenger's door. Passerbys, cars and shops whiz past my eyes in a colourful blur.

Surely Jungkook is not the kind of person to use someone, is he?

"Hey, (Your name)."

The concentration of my thoughts gets abruptly disturbed when my name and a tap on my left elbow bring me back to reality. In a disorientated daze, I look through the front window to realize Jimin is pulling into the underground car park of the Hybe building. Although, without saying anything, I look to my left to see Hoseok leaning the best he could over the shoulder of the car seat I am currently sitting in.

"You didn't answer me before," he teases me only to bring in a deep breath and panic written across my face, "are you flexible to travel?"

It brings me back to earlier when he did in fact ask me that question, but I was too busy scolding Jimin for asking about my sex life in front of people so openly.

"Depends where I am travelling to," I answer honestly before my body jolts in its position since Jimin has just gone over a speed bump leading into the almost deserted car park.

"America," Hoseok deadpans.

A crease comes in between my brows when I don't understand why he's asking such a question and naming such a location.

"Oh, looks like Kookie made it before us," Jimin says nonchalantly, but the sound of a particular man's nickname has my heart thrumming in my chest.

I fight against the curiosity to look at whatever has made Jimin say that, but I watch him steer the wheel for the car to pull into a parking spot before he pulls on the handbrake, switches the ignition off and pockets his car key. All at once, the three men click their seatbelts and open their adjacent car doors to step out into the concrete car park. I, however, sat glued to the seat.

The sudden low popping noise of the door to my seat startles me causing me to whip my head around to see that my door has been opened. I knew it wasn't Jimin or Taehyung since they are still standing on the other side of the car and since I can see Hoseok standing a few feet away, it could only mean the one other person who must have arrived just when we had.

Slowly my eyes travel from the grey sweatpants, up the grey sweatshirt and onto the face that is staring me down. It's good to know that he did in fact manage to get home, wash up and get dressed before getting to work without being late.

Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok are in a world of their own talking in their native tongue while standing aimlessly behind Jimin's car. I, on the other hand, am trying to find the strength to stand up out of the car without embarrassingly wobbling on my shaky legs in front of the man that left me this morning. The moment I stand out of the door's way and with my back facing Jungkook, I hear the soft thud of the car door before Jimin locks the car with a click of his car keys.

As a group, the three elders move away in the direction of the elevator that will take them up in the lobby of the building. I would go with them if it wasn't for the hand around my wrist. Practically trembling where I stood, I watch while Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok get into the elevator without even noticing that Jungkook and I aren't even behind them. Or maybe they do know and Jungkook had telepathically told them to go ahead.

When the elevator doors close and the three men are no longer in sight, I am pulled in the direction of the body behind me, forcing my body to spin round and bump against the hard chest now in front of me; my hands laid flat against his chest and his hands placed firmly on my waist, our eyes locked in a battle of dominance over the created eye contact.