Author's pov

The hallway is empty. Your pulse is already racing when Jungkook grabs your wrist and pulls you into the shadowed corner between the walls. One hand braced beside your head, the other locking around your waist.

“Anyone could walk by,” you whisper.

“I know,” he answers immediately and the way his voice drops sends heat straight through you.

His forehead presses to yours, breathing uneven.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” he murmurs. “ I couldn't focus. I couldn’t sit still. Just by the thinking of you.”