Who's the devil ?

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As Taehyung walked into the JEC company, he exuded an air of confidence that turned heads. 

Employees couldn't help but steal glances as he passed by, his presence commanding attention. Taehyung acknowledged greetings with a warm smile, his confidence infectious. His charm was undeniable, drawing people in and making them want to be in his presence.

The office seemed to come alive with his energy. Colleagues glanced up from their desks, conversations hushed in his wake. Taehyung  greeted everyone he met, his voice carrying a melodic tone that left a lasting impression.

As he approached his office, he caught a glimpse of Jungkook watching him from afar. Their eyes met briefly, and Taehyung's smile never wavered. There was a silent challenge in his gaze, a message that he was no longer the person Jungkook once knew. He was different now—stronger, more determined, and fiercely independent.

Jungkook couldn't tear his eyes away from Taehyung. That familiar smile, once reserved for him alone, was now bestowed upon colleagues and acquaintances, driving a pang of jealousy deep into his heart.

He watched Taehyung's interactions, the way he effortlessly captivated everyone around him. It was a stark reminder of the Taehyung he used to know, but somehow, he seemed even more alluring now. The thought that others were experiencing the charm Jungkook once considered his own ignited a fierce possessiveness within him.

As Taehyung's laughter filled the air, Jungkook's jaw clenched involuntarily. He felt a mix of emotions—regret for what he had lost, frustration at his own actions, and an overwhelming desire to reclaim the attention he believed was rightfully his. Taehyung's smile haunted him, a constant reminder of what he had let slip away, and the regret gnawed at him like a relentless storm.

But deep within that jealousy and regret, there was a flicker of something else—an inexplicable longing. A longing for the days when Taehyung's smiles were exclusively reserved for him, and the world felt right. As Jungkook observed from a distance, he found himself caught between the bitterness of reality and the sweet memories of their shared past.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, Jungkook turned away, his jaw tight, and his fists clenched. Taehyung's smile haunted his thoughts, a constant reminder of what he had lost and the painful reality that he might never get it back.

***

The door to Taehyung's office swung open with a loud thud, causing him to jump in his seat. Startled, he turned to see Jungkook standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of anger, frustration, and hurt. The room was filled with charged silence as their eyes locked in a tense standoff.

"Jungkook," Taehyung began, his voice steady. 

Jungkook's jaw clenched, and he took a step into the room, his voice a low, strained whisper. "What are you doing, Taehyung?"

Taehyung's heart raced, and he took a moment to compose himself before responding, his voice calm despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him. 

"I'm doing my job, Jungkook," he replied, his tone firm yet measured.

Jungkook's eyes bore into Taehyung's, searching for something, perhaps an explanation, in the depths of his gaze. The air between them crackled with tension, their unresolved history casting a shadow over the present moment. Taehyung maintained his composure, refusing to let Jungkook's intensity destabilize him.

Jungkook's frustration seemed to echo through the room. Taehyung, aware of the unspoken words hanging in the air, chose his next words carefully. 

"We have a professional relationship, Jungkook. Let's keep it that way," he said, his voice unwavering.

Taehyung's words hung in the air, he held Jungkook's gaze, his eyes reflecting determination.

Jungkook clenched his fists, his frustration palpable. He wanted to argue, to fight against the professional facade that Taehyung was trying to uphold.He dangerously approached Taehyung. 

Jungkook's sudden closeness made Taehyung's breath catch in his throat. He felt trapped, caged in by the intensity of Jungkook's presence. The air crackled with tension, their eyes locking in a silent battle of wills.

"Jungkook, this isn't—"

"Stop," Jungkook's voice was low and commanding, cutting through Taehyung's words. 

"Stop pretending like you are strong"

Taehyung swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't deny the truth in Jungkook's words. 

"I..I..I am str..strong" Taehyung stuttered, his voice barely audible.

"I know," he said "But that doesn't mean I can just ignore what you are doing"

Taehyung's defenses wavered, his heart aching at Jungkook's gaze. For a moment, they stood there, locked in a silent battle of emotions, the world around them fading into the background.

But then, with a sigh, Jungkook stepped back, releasing Taehyung from the cage of his proximity. The moment passed, leaving them both with a lingering sense of longing and unspoken words.

"I guess we'll just have to find a way to live with it," 

Jungkook said before he turned and walked away, leaving Taehyung standing there, heartbroken and torn between what he desired and what he knew was right.