TRAGEDY OF PAST || JJK. FF || FT. KTH

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AUTHOR POV :-

The music swirled around them, Y/n couldn't shake the peculiar feeling that had crept over her. Dancing with her boss was already an unusual experience, but there was something more to it. His intense gaze had locked onto hers, and for a moment, she felt like she was drowning in his eyes.

She had always respected Mr. Jeon, admired his dedication and success, but now, in this unexpected dance, she couldn't help but notice a different side of him. He wasn't just her boss; he was a man, a charismatic and intriguing one.

Y/n's heart raced as they continued to sway to the music. Jungkook was an excellent dancer, and he led her with confidence. The atmosphere was electric, and Y/n was caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

"I need a moment," she finally managed to say, feeling the need to gather her thoughts and regain her composure. Jungkook, ever the gentleman, nodded in understanding and slowly released her from their dance.

"Of course," he replied, his voice soft and reassuring.

Y/n excused herself and made her way through the crowd towards the washroom. Her heart was still pounding, and she couldn't help but wonder what had come over her during that dance.

In the dimly lit hallway leading to the washroom, Y/n paused, taking a deep breath and trying to steady her nerves. She wasn't entirely sure why she had felt so flustered while dancing with Jungkook, but it was clear that the situation had stirred something within her.

Inside the lavishly decorated washroom, Y/n's reflection in the mirror stared back at her with a mix of confusion and apprehension.

She leaned against the marble countertop, her fingers lightly grazing the pristine surface. Thoughts raced through her mind like a whirlwind. Why was she the one who felt this way? She had seen Mr. Jeon interact with many employees, always polite and professional. But tonight, it was different. She couldn't ignore the fact that he had looked at her with such intensity during their dance.

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She splashed some cold water on her face, hoping it would alleviate the nervousness. The droplets of water trickled down her cheeks, and she closed her eyes momentarily.

She gazed into the mirror again, she realized that perhaps this was just an isolated incident. Mr. Jeon was known for his charisma, and maybe it had been a mere dance, nothing more. She had a tendency to overthink things, and it was possible that she was reading too much into it.

In the quiet moments of self-reflection when, unexpectedly, the door behind her swung open. Startled, she turned to find Minho standing in the entrance of the luxurious washroom.

Minho, with a glass of champagne in hand, wore a confident smile as he entered. He looked at Y/n with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, well, well," he began, his voice smooth and taunting. "You certainly seem lost in thought, Y/n."

Minho took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "I couldn't help but notice you seemed rather flustered when you left the dance floor with Mr. Jeon." He raised an eyebrow playfully. "Anything you'd like to share?"

Y/n's nerves resurfaced as she felt herself under scrutiny. "It was just a dance," she replied, her voice slightly defensive. "There's nothing more to it."

Minho chuckled softly, his charismatic demeanor unwavering. "Of course, just a dance," he echoed, taking another step closer to her. "But you know, Y/n, sometimes dances can reveal more than mere words."

Y/n couldn't help but feel her heart race again, this time due to Minho's proximity and the underlying tone of his words. She maintained her composure as best as she could.