His eyes never left my lips and they were dangerously close. "C-can I?" He finally asked, his eyes becoming so obsessed with my lips. His hand that was placed on the wall near my head moved to my cheek. His thumb lazily rubbed over my lips and stopped at my chin. "Just o-one." He promised and I nodded, not knowing how far I wanted this to go. --------------------------------------------------------------------- In which a new worker is brought to the art floor of BigHit. There she meets the person she has to help assist for the rest of the summer. The only problem is she's already met him. It isn't too long til the truth comes out.