Yoongi's POV-

"He's probably just with his friends. Calm down." I roll my eyes as Hobi drags me to my apartment door.

He's lucky elevators are contained spaces because I would have seriously considered pushing him over the ledge if it weren't.

He spent the whole drive over as well as the entire elevator ride coming up with one ridiculous scenario after the other on why Jungkook isn't answering his phone.

Most of them relating to being abducted and taken to Europe...

Recommending that movie is really coming back to bite me in the ass.

We make it to the door and apparently I'm not getting it unlocked fast enough because he snatches the keys from my hand and jams them in the locks before bursting into the apartment.

He immediately runs to the hallway on the right to look in the bathroom and the bedrooms while I remove my shoes and walk to the living room, anxious to take a look at the piano.

The closer I get to the living room, a low humming noise is getting louder.

As I round the corner and the couch comes into view I find the source. The exposed and very toned source.

I stand stunned for a moment until I feel Hobi rush to my side, ready to report that he hasn't found Kook until he follows where my wide eyes are looking and stops.

"I told you he's not a kid." He says as he nudges my side with his elbow, not moving his eyes off of sleeping Kook.

I don't even have the words to respond to him as my eyes are glued on Kook. On my assistant.

Fuck.

He's laying on his stomach with both arms up and bent at the elbows, his right arm crossed under the left with his cheek rested on his forearm, his back and shoulders on full display.

His wider than I realized shoulders that, from this angle, standing above him, really accentuate how tiny his waist is.

He wears such big clothes! I had no idea he looked like this.

His exposed torso forms the perfect v-shape and that- fuck, this is a lot to process.

While I'm having my mini meltdown, Hobi walks over to him and pokes his arm.

"Jungkook?"

No reaction.

"Jungkook-ah?" Hobi says a little louder.

Kook turns his head so that the opposite cheek is now rested on his arm and his face is turned in Hobi's direction.

Hobi crouches down and pokes his cheek while he repeats Kook's name over and over with every poke.

He finally opens one of his eyes with a grumble and looks at Hobi. He moves his head down to look in my direction but must not have had a good enough view because he then rolls over onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows to lock eyes with me.

It takes everything in me to keep my expression clear. To not let my utter astonishment, my awe, appear on my face.

Hobi is right. This is not a kid.

"What are you doing here? What time is it?" He asks.

His voice is at least an octave lower and my knees nearly give out at the sound.

I wish I could have recorded it so I could listen to it at will. My God I'm a creep.

"We were so worried we couldn't find you! Why didn't you answer your phone?!" Hobi exclaims in the most dramatic way.

I wasn't worried. He was worried.

Kook sits up a bit more as he continues to look at me, but this time with a devilish smirk on his lips as he says, "Oh is that so? Were we really worried?" He quirks a brow as he waits for an answer.

I clamp my jaw shut before I can start stumbling over my words. I really need him to put a shirt on before I embarrass myself!

I take half a step away from the couch, turning so I have a clear path to where the piano is sat as I move to go inspect it.

Once the piano is within reach I run my hand over it's surface, feeling for any nicks and scratches in the dark, shiny surface.

"Did they have trouble moving it in here?" I ask as I walk around the perimeter, fingertips tracing the curve of the instrument as I make my way slowly around it.

It seems relatively unscathed which is surprising as I imagine it was not easy to get in here.

When I don't hear an answer I make the mistake of turning towards where I had left the two.

Instead of still being on the couch, Kook is now walking up to me, one hand on his hip as the other runs through his messy bed hair.

"It was a pain in the ass to get in here, but as you can see," he waves his hand in the direction of the instrument, "It has arrived safe and sound. I don't know how the movers even got the thing up here! It was such a..."

He turns slightly to Hobi as he continues to tell him about his adventurous afternoon with the movers.

He must've sensed Hobi would give him the overreaction he was looking for to his recounting of the afternoon because it sounds like quite the story from the inflections in his voice and the hand gestures he is making.

I can hear that he's talking but I'm not listening very closely. I'm distracted.

I'm not looking at his face, nor his smooth chest or the dips between each section of his abdomen.

No, what I'm looking at is the waistline on his sweats that are hanging so enticingly low on his hips.

What a fucking cliché to be attracted to your assistant... Maybe this wasn't such a great idea.

"Yoongs?" I hear Hobi call out.

During my inner monologue I cut the ogling of my assistant short before I got too carried away, turning my back on he and Hobi to put my attention back in the piano.

I moved to stand over the keys, gliding my fingers over them lightly, being mindful not to apply pressure so they make a sound.

Keeping my eyes fixed on the white and black keys splayed out in front of me I answer.

"Yes Hobi."

I'm keeping my voice even, almost bored sounding as best I can while I am internally freaking out. "Gay panicking" I believe is what the kids call it.

"I said that now I know that Jungkook is safe I am much more comfortable heading home. I will see you bright and early tomorrow right?"

I finally lift my eyes up to meet Hobi's, very purposefully not allowing them to be distracted by Kook standing half naked to his left.

"Are you sure? You were just so worried." I retort sarcastically.

The difference between his dramatic act earlier compared to the calm he is now is quite extreme.

"Yes, I'll be there tomorrow." I chuckle.

"Good! And yeah, he looks... fine. He is in good hands." He says as he eyes Jungkook before walking past him to the door.

I move to follow Hobi to the door and Kook follows us part of the way before waving bye to Hobi with a smile and saying a short "Bye friend"  before turning back to go to the couch.

As I open the door, trying my best not to give in to the temptation of pushing him, he turns to face me and says in a hushed voice, "Burn all of his shirts Yoongs. Make them disappear so he has to walk around like that all the time."

I have to laugh at the look on his face when he says this. So much sincerity was just put into that ridiculous sentence.

He breaks into a smile and giggles before turning towards the elevator and waving bye.

I shut the door and turn to walk back to the living room just as Kook rounds the corner from the living room yawning.

"I'm going to take a shower now. Oh, that reminds me, who picked these showers? You need a fucking degree in engineering just to work the stupid thing!"

He says in an exasperated voice with a pout as he makes his way towards his room, presumably to grab a change of clothes before heading to the bathroom.

"Hey, don't diss my showers! I paid extra for those." I laugh at his childish reaction.

It was a complete contrast to the body he had below that pouty face.

"What a waste of money." I hear him scoff, which makes me smile.

"I think I might order some food, are you hungry?" I raise my voice as I stand a little closer to the hallway.

"Yes please! Just order extra of whatever you get. I'm not picky." He says after walking into the hallway on his way to the shower.

"Thank you." He says with a smile before stepping through the bathroom doorway.

After I hear the door close I let out a deep breath as I walk towards the kitchen.

I glance at the boxes on the counter before turning to lean against it, pulling my phone out of my pocket to search for late night food delivery close by.

I tap on a link for a nearby Korean restaurant and start scrolling through the menu for what looks or sounds good to add to my order.

While I scroll I hear the shower turn on and I laugh a little as I remember what Hobi said. I'm not going to burn his shirts, but I may need to buy him more for my own sake.

I do not need to be having that sort of physical reaction or attraction towards my assistant.