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It's later in the day and I still haven't come down from my high after Yoongi caved in and agreed to reunite with the group. I felt so relieved because really it felt like a lost battle before Hoseok helped me. He was a great support and I think I would've fucked it all up if he wasn't there considering how I almost stormed away.

But my past anger and worry doesn't matter now as I'm elated and happy that I finally convinced the 4th member.

As we were done talking, I left Hoseok behind with Yoongi. I think they have a lot to catch up on and I feel so ecstatic to even think that they hung out after I left and that I brought them back together.

Jungkook called me to ask if I wanted to eat dinner with him. I couldn't bring myself to say no as I seem to have a lot of trouble with saying no when it comes to Jungkook, so I accepted the invite and that's why I didn't stay with Yoongi and Hoseok.

Jungkook and I had been eating out at some Korean bbq restaurant. After that, Jungkook wanted to me to spend the evening with him. He reasoned that he didn't want me to go back to a quiet and empty hotel room and be all by myself for the rest of the evening.

Now, we are watching a movie in the living room of Jungkook's house. Jungkook is on the floor, leaning against the couch and fully invested in the movie. I however am sitting on the couch right behind him and I have no interest in the movie.

First of all, the movie is really badly made. The angles are annoying and the quality of the video is awful—maybe it's because I'm used to 32K resolution and not whatever this is.

Secondly, the plot is tame and it doesn't take long for me to get bored as the movie slowly—very slowly—progresses.

I still am in a very good mood after my success with Yoongi earlier today and after the dinner with Jungkook that has only seemed to bring me to an even better mood.

Apropos my good mood, it doesn't fit with the boring movie rolling on the TV in front of me at all. It's like I can't sit still. I don't know if I'm restless or energetic, but I just can't sit and do nothing but stare at a screen with way too poor screen resolution.

I scoot to the edge of the couch, where Jungkook is sitting in front of me. I'm sitting in tailor's position and if he leans his head back now, it'll fall into my lap.

I start fiddling with his hair hesitantly, waiting to see his reaction. I just have to fiddle with something if I am not going to die out of boredom, continuing this movie. As Jungkook doesn't budge, I continue and start playing with it more freely and carelessly.

I find it quite fascinating because I've never really touched a guy's hair before... it's really messy and tangled, much like my own most of the time. But despite the tangled hair, it's also quite soft which surprises me.

As I play with his locks, I observe how long hair he has. It's a much general feature my clients seem to have. Long and messy hair, because they don't care to cut it or even tend it.

"Your hair is quite long." I mutter, mostly to myself.

Jungkook hums as a response. I'm not really sure if he heard what I said or if he's more invested in the movie.

My eyes land on the hairband on my wrist and an idea comes to mind.

"Wait, can I try something?" I ask with an excitement that makes my voice rise at the end of the sentence.

Jungkook leans his head back and looks at me. His forehead wrinkles as he forces his eyes up to catch a glimpse of me.

"What?" He asks and I'm quick to take that as a yes.

I excitedly get up from my spot on the couch and sit down on the floor next to Jungkook. Jungkook is slow to lift his head off the couch and notice my presence now beside him.

"Turn around." I motion for him to turn around so his back would be facing me.

"What, why?" Jungkook says with a wrinkle between his brows.

I pull my hair band to the edge of my fingers, stretching them and pointing to his hair to make him get an idea of what I wanted to do. I want to try and tie his hair back in a ponytail or a man bun.

"What? No." Jungkook refuses and stays in his place.

"Come on Jungkook." I beg and pout my lower lip slightly in disappointment.

Jungkook looks at me and then sighs which gives me hope, but he stays in his place, "But I won't turn around."

"Then how am I going to tie your hair?" I say, tilting my head.

"I don't know," He mutters, "sounds like your problem."

"You're such a baby." I huff, "Fine, but I need you to face me then." I say and Jungkook sits straight up, moving so his body was fully facing me.

We both sat in tailor's posture and I observed the distance between us for a while before moving closer but still judge that I can't reach the back of his head.

"Can you bend your head down a bit?" I question.

Jungkook does as I ask, but he moves closer too. Our knees touches, mine laying on top of his and we can't really move closer in the position we sit in right now.

I reach Jungkook's hair and start playing with it again. It's hard and I curse him internally for being stubborn about not wanting me to sit behind him.

I feel Jungkook stare at me as I play with his hair, trying to gather it all in one of my hands so I can put the hair band on and finish my work. I'm very concentrated, biting my lip in the process.

I'm very focused on the ponytail I'm in the midst of doing, but I can't ignore Jungkook's eyes I feel that are roaming around my face. I can see his eyelids flutter as his eyes move and I feel my body heat up slightly, but I decide to focus on the ponytail.

I'm almost done with gathering all of his hair when Jungkook grabs my arms, pulling them away from his hair and holds them in front of him.

I tilt my head in question of why he stopped me.

His eyes move between my eyes and my lips and I don't miss the way he traps his lower lip between his teeth. I feel my breath hitch as I see his chest moving slowly in tact with his deep breaths.

We sit in that position for a few moments, both of us saying nothing, until Jungkook lets go of my wrists and places one hand around my neck and one around my waist, pulling me in and our lips meet in a kiss.

I'm simply said shocked when I feel his soft lips cover mine, moving gently, but I don't pull back.

I'm slow to respond and I don't really comprehend the whole situation before Jungkook detach his lips from mine, but forces my face to stay close, leaning his forehead against mine.

His breath is heavy and so is mine. I open my eyes which I didn't even know I had shut. When I open them, they meet Jungkook's before they move down to his lips that's spread into a wide smile.

I look back up in his eyes before I reconnect our lips in a sweet kiss. I entangle my hands in his hair, playing with it as his hand grab tighter around my neck and the other squeeze my waist.

He pulls at my waist and I move with his pull and onto his lap, straddling him without our lips parting once. Our lips moves smoothly against each other and the kiss slowly gets heated. Jungkook is an intense kisser, he moves his lips aggressively against mine and I almost feel out of air, but he also gives me breaks, letting me breathe. As I open my mouth to get some air, he seizes the chance to enter his tongue into my mouth.

I feel his lip piercing immediately and as I do, I bite on it and play with it for a while. Jungkook's hand around my neck moves down my arm leaving a hot tickling stream as he caresses it before he grabs around the other side of my waist.

He squeezes my waist once again but this time also pressed me down onto his lap which makes me moan out of surprise. Our lips take a break and I feel Jungkook's smirk even though my eyes are shut tight.

"I love that." Jungkook whispers in a raspy voice and I open my eyes and look into his. He's breathing heavily, burning his eyes into mine as he strokes a hair strand away from my face.

"You're making me crazy Y/n." He grunts before he leans in and reconnect our lips again. The kiss is passionate this time. His movements are slow and teasing. He's doing a lot of tongue-play and it's making me crazy.

I start moving slightly on his lap, hearing him groan as I do so. Our lips part and he starts pecking my jaw before moving to my neck and leaving a trail of wet kisses down it. I bite my lip to suppress my moans as Jungkook grips my hips and start to rock me back and forth.

"Fuck.." I sigh and throw my head backwards as his tongue keeps playing with my neck.

Jungkook grabs one of my wrists and brings my hand to the back of his head. I get what he wants and I entangle my fingers in his hair again, grabbing it and pressing him against my neck. He blows on the wets spot, beautiful sounds leaving his mouth every now and then.

His hands on my hips suddenly stop and hold me still. He leaves my neck and look up at me and our eyes meet.

"If we keep going, I can't promise to hold myself back anymore." Jungkook says in a low voice that makes me want to jump on him, just like he said his fan girls would.

And that's when I realize what situation I am in.

I move back in a jolt and get fully off Jungkook's lap. Jungkook looks at me with furrowed brows, probably because of my sudden reaction.

"I—I'm sorry." I stutter, my breath is still quite taken away.

My eyes flutter around the floor, not able to look into Jungkook's eyes.

"Why are you sorry?" Jungkook says with a calm and caring voice, which surprises me because that's not what he sounded like just before.

"I—" I start but I don't finish my sentence. I can't.

I'm from another time. I'm here to save you from yourself. You're my client. I'm not supposed to fall for you. Hell, I'm not even supposed to be here right now.

I can't tell him that.

So what do I tell him?

A tear escapes my eye. I didn't even notice the tears that have welled up into my eyes until now.

"Y/n, what's wrong? Did I do something?" Jungkook scoots closer to me and holds my cheek.

I should move away, but I can't as his hand stay on my cheek and wipe away the tear.

I'm so weak, I think as I sit and cry while Jungkook wraps his arms around me, unknowing of why I'm suddenly crying.

Am I starting to like him? Am I starting to care too much?

What will happen now?

We kissed. I'll have to leave. I don't belong here.

But I can't seem to pull myself out of his embrace as we sit there, on the floor, in his house, my client's house, in 2027.

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