Jungkook pulled us into the elevator to the third floor. The door opened, revealing the full space. You stepped inside, Jungkook following after you.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up when jungkooks chest pressed against your back, his hand moving to hold your waist, his head dipping into your hair. He inhaled deeply, making you stop you breath. His chest rose and fell against your back, heartbeat fast against your body. "Aiyana," he mumbled, his voice hushed.