Lush... |BTS OT7 x Y/N| F.F | 18+

12 - Unexpected Appointment *PG18*

~ Jungkook POV ~

I don't know why, but my heart rate has picked up a bit after I knocked on the frost-tinted studio door. After reading Hobi-hyung's thoughts about Y/N, I've been anxious to meet her too. When Namjoon-hyung told me that I had to come to BigHit and get my hair colored and trimmed for the comeback, I immediately jumped at the opportunity.

Now, standing just outside her door moments from officially meeting her, I'm nervous.

Waiting for an answer I can feel the focus and determination radiating off of the body inside, it's so intense it makes smile and even more eager. Due to my younger age, my abelites are still raw and I tend to pick up things more intensely than some of the other members who have trained themselves to block things out. Since our debut Jin-hyung has worked with me on controlling it more but when I'm on my own I allow myself to let go.

Just moments later I hear her call me in. I slowly open the door and enter the small studio seeing the plump figure of Y/N, relentlessly typing away at her keyboard.

I try clearing my throat and call her name to get her attention, but she just hums in conformation and continues her typing. I watch her for a moment enjoying the feeling coming off of her. I find myself more drawn to people who can match my level of focus and drive more than those who I need to help to accomplish the same feelings. 

"If you type any harder or faster I think the keys will pop off." I chuckle, watching her.

"Just one sec- I'm- Al-mossst... Send. DONE!" She exclaims excitedly, throwing her arms in the air victoriously while swaying her body in the office chair to face me.

Wow... Hobi-hyung was right. She's beautiful.

I smile brightly when she looks up at me but my smile soon falls when she snaps her arms down and knocks her arm, that's bandaged, on the armrest of her office chair. I hear her hiss and reach for the arm and now all the focus and determination I felt earlier is now replaced with embarrassment and pain.

Shit!

I step forward slightly reaching out to her in attempt to console her, "Gosh, I'm sorry Noona. I didn't mean to startle you."

"N-no, you didn't. It's okay." She fakes a smile at me, "I just forget about it sometimes, is all. How can I help?"

I look at her for a moment before I snap out of it and introduce myself, "Oh. Yeah. Hi I'm Jungkook. It's nice to meet you." I give my famous greeting line and a bow.

On straightening I notice her staring at me and I can feel heat rushing to my cheeks. I'm always awkward around women, some even say that I'm scared of the opposite sex, but that can't be even further from the truth. When I'm around others, especially women, the intense feeling of them almost literally fucking me in their minds makes me very uncomfortable and in an attempt to avoid it I tend to move away from them, out of their line of sight, but this is different. Her blue eyes feel like they are looking right at me, the real me, and it's making me feel exposed and vulnerable, but in a good way.

She gets up from her office chair and I can now see all of her. Namjoon-hyung said she was the CEO of the styling company but she doesn't dress like the CEO's I've been used too. She's dressed all sporty but snug with a matching maroon-red sweat pants and hoody that hugs her curves just in the right places, coupled with a pair of powder blue bunny-rabbit slippers, which I internally chuckled at. Her long blonde hair was messily clipped up in a big hair clip with a few strands dangling in her face and neck.

I found that all I wanted to do was tuck one of the tendrils of hair behind her ear but I used every ounce of focus I had to keep my feet planted firmly to the spot I was in, to avoid looking like one of those corny K-Drama characters Taehyung-hyung watches all the time.