STUCK IN THE MIDDLE (BTS FF)

Final: Ending (Jungkook)

You stepped out of the taxi and onto the city street, sounds of nightlife all around. Your heels made a satisfying click on the pavement as you walked towards the entrance of the building, smoothing down your dress and straightening your hair.

Your dress was a figure hugging floor length affair that began deep purple, then faded to a midnight black at the bottom. A slit ran up your left leg, framed by embellishments that cascaded down and around the bottom of the dress; subtle, but dazzling when they caught the light. Your favourite black heels, gold necklace, earrings and bracelets, plus your black clutch bag with gold accents, finished off the outfit.

You weren't always the most girly, but you knew how to dress up, and your makeup was tasteful yet striking. All in all, you felt pretty damn good.

Once past the security guards who checked your name off a list, you entered the lounge-slash-nightclub that had been hired out for the company party. It was sleek, modern, clean, and expensive. You stopped by the bar to get your favourite cocktail, before circulating a little to politely greet coworkers and superiors, before finding your friend Se-Eun and chatting animatedly.

As you reassured her that her edgy coral orange dress wasn't "too much of a statement, even for a stylist", you finally saw the BTS members. They were spread out a little, talking happily to the other guests in pairs, mostly, other than Jin who had gathered a small group of doting women, you noted amusedly.

Jungkook had been on your mind nonstop, and you couldn't help but look at him through the crowd every now and then. Like the other boys, he was wearing a smart suit that framed his shoulders well, snug about his toned physique.

When Se-Eun went to the bathroom, you idled for a moment, battling your nerves. Going to talk to the BTS members wasn't a huge deal, you knew them. And yet, your heart seemed to dance on edge, faltering every time you looked at Jungkook.

Taking a quick deep breath and snapping out of your haze, you made your way towards him. When you were just a few metres away from him he noticed you, your eyes locking across the busy room. A charming smile spread across his lips, and it felt as though you were the only two people there, frozen briefly in time.

You were abruptly ripped from the moment by your manager, clearly feeling the effects of a few drinks, suddenly grabbing you, gushing about your performance with the band and how you were his best employee. Though it was mostly the drink taking, he had never been quite so positive with you, making the situation equally amusing and strange. You smiled politely to appease him, desperately wishing for an escape from the conversation.

In answer to your prayers, a voice interrupted. "Excuse me, sir. Sorry to cut in, but do you mind if I borrow Y/N for a second?"

Your manager blinked in surprise, and you turned to see Jungkook standing beside you, becoming suddenly aware of his hand resting on your back. As you felt your cheeks flush warm, Jungkook gave you a quick wink, before leading you swiftly away from your still befuddled manager. You couldn't help but giggle as the two of you slipped away through the crowds.

"Thought I'd come and save you," Jungkook grinned. "Why don't you come and say hello to everyone?"

After a brief chat with the other BTS members and listening to a speech from the CEO, you took a moment to build up some courage, asking to talk to Jungkook alone for a bit. He obliged immediately, and you walked away from the others, stopping by one of the booths in the corner. You were uncertain and hesitated for a moment, until he gently took your hand, and leant over to say something in your ear, to be heard over the music.

"If you want to get away from things for a bit, I know just the place," he said, smiling.

You nodded in relief and followed him to the side entrance of the club. He took you out through the smoking area and down towards the back of the building. In the outside lighting, you noticed that his suit wasn't black, but a deep bottle green.