Who's the devil ?

10

Jungkook stood from his bed, wearing only a loose pants, he found himself drawn to the window. The city below was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, casting long shadows on the empty streets. He stood there, his silhouette outlined against the darkness, his tattoo illuminated by the faint light seeping through the curtains.

Jungkook felt a pair of slim arms wrap around him, pulling him into a tender embrace. The touch was gentle yet firm, as if the person holding him was afraid he might disappear if they didn't hold on tightly enough. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of being enveloped in warmth and comfort.

"I've been waiting for you," JungkooK murmured, his voice echoed in the stillness of the night.

The world outside seemed to fade away, Jungkook felt a profound sense of peace wash over him. It was a feeling of being wanted, of being cherished for who he was. 

Feeling the soft blond bangs brushing against his nape, Jungkook let out a contented hum. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, a delightful tingling that added to the intimacy of the moment. It was a simple gesture, yet it carried a world of meaning. In that instant, Jungkook's heart swelled with affection. 

Jungkook  felt a soft warmth on his nape as the person's lips brushed against his skin, leaving a trail of delicate kisses. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he abandoned the idea of turning around. The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to the tender affection of the moment. Each kiss was like a gentle caress, a silent declaration of love and desire. 

"What are you thinking about, Jungkook?" asked the blond, voice soft and filled with curiosity.

"I have never seen you smile Tae!"

Jungkook opened his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. His gaze darted around the room, searching for something or maybe for someone. In the darkness, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. The dream felt so real, with trembling hands, he whispered to the empty room:

"I am falling..."

"Hello, Can I meet with Mr. Jeon please ?"

"do you have a meeting with him Sir?" asked the receptionist

"No, I actually know him from somewhere and I was hoping if I can talk to him it's really important" 

"I am sorry Sir, but Mr. Jeon is not available right now. You might contact his department assistant to schedule a meeting" the receptionist stated in firm expressions. 

"would you please just let me in, I know he is in the 14th floor, I have been here before and he knows me, I actually work in one of the shops over the..."

Taehyung was abruptly cut off by the receptionist's stern gaze. Her suspicion hung in the air, and he could feel the weight of her judgmental eyes on him. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"I... I understand, thank you.. " Taehyung stammered. 

Taehyung walked outside the tower offering a polite but uneasy smile to the employees as they entered and exited the tower attempting to mask his disappointment and embarrassment.

Taehyung sat down on the stairs of the imposing tower, unfazed by the curious glances from passersby. Ignoring the stares, he calmly pulled out his phone and dialed Hyojoo's number.

***

Hyojoo felt the pressure mounting as a constant stream of people lined up to get their morning coffee before heading to work. The bustling cafe was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the murmurs of busy customers. Despite her frustration with Taehyung, she couldn't deny the urgent need for his help, especially on such a busy morning.

Her phone remained silent, a stark reminder of his absence. She glanced at the clock, realizing that time was slipping away, and her anger toward Taehyung was overshadowed by the urgency of the situation.

With each passing minute, the line of customers grew longer, and Hyojoo's patience wore thin. Hyojoo's fingers tapped anxiously on the counter as she cheked her phone. 

***

"Come in"

"Mme.."

"Yes Joong ki?  any news .."

"the kid was here to deliver some documents to Mr. Jeon"

"do you think he knows?"

"I doubt it! he is so into himself, doesn't even have friends, moved to Seoul since last year and he is studying architecture at Seoul university. He has part time job at Hyojoo's Coffee shop. nothing else to report Mme."

"What a boring life for a young age!" Mrs. Jeon laughter echoed through the office, a sound of relief and joy that broke the tension in the room. 

She seemed blissfully unaware of Joong ki's uneasy expression, her happiness radiating as she enjoyed a moment of respite.

Meanwhile, Joong ki hesitated, his eyes flickering between Mrs. Jeon and his own internal debate. He wrestled with the decision of whether to inform her about Taehyung's encounters with Jungkook. The unease gnawed at him, unsure of how she would react to the information.