Stolen sweetheart |kth × jjk| taekookff

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taehyung hadn't planned to stop. he really hadn't.

he was just walking past the east corridor, heading toward the design department with a folder in hand, when his eyes caught on something through the glass panels of the small lounge beside the boardroom.

there they were. jungkook. and chulsoo.

jungkook was seated on the couch, one arm resting along the backrest, his sleeves rolled to the elbows, tie slightly loosened. he looked exhausted, a small frown on his lips as he stared at the document in his lap. taehyung's heart softened for a second — but then it froze.

chulsoo was leaning over him, practically hovering, one hand resting on the back of the couch... and the other...

taehyung's eyes narrowed.

his hand was on jungkook's shoulder. just sitting there. not guiding him through the file. not pointing at anything. just resting there. far too casually. far too long.

and jungkook?

he didn't move.

taehyung stood there, stiff, as he watched chulsoo lean in again, whisper something near jungkook's ear with a crooked smile. the kind of smile people used when they knew they were being watched. when they knew they could get away with it.

jungkook nodded slowly, murmured something in return without even glancing up. didn't flinch. didn't lean away. didn't push his hand off.

taehyung's stomach twisted.

he pushed the door open without even thinking.

chulsoo stepped back instinctively, clearing his throat. jungkook looked up, surprised.

"taehyung—"

"can i have a word?" the brunet's voice was cold, sharp like ice. he didn't look at jungkook. his eyes were burning holes into chulsoo's skull.

"sure," jungkook said slowly, glancing between them.

but taehyung had already walked up to chulsoo.

and without another second, without another word—

he slapped him.

the sound was loud. sharp. echoing off the walls.

"taehyung!" jungkook stood up, stunned.

chulsoo stumbled back, jaw slack, hand touching his cheek in disbelief.

"don't ever touch him like that again," taehyung hissed, voice low, trembling with fury. "you work under him. not on him."

"tae, what the hell are you doing?!" jungkook grabbed his arm, pulling him aside.

taehyung pulled away just as fast. "open your eyes, jungkook!" his voice cracked. "he's been all over you and you don't even care. what am i supposed to do? just watch?!"

jungkook's face darkened. "that's enough."

taehyung stared at him, chest heaving. "you think i'm overreacting?"

"yes. yes, i do," jungkook gritted, trying not to raise his voice. "you're acting like a jealous teenager. this is my workplace. grow up."

taehyung scoffed bitterly. "you know what? fine. go be with your little assistant. i won't get in the way."

he stormed out of the room, ignoring jungkook calling after him, ignoring the stares.

he didn't stop until he was out of the building.

he didn't know where he was going — only that if he didn't get out, he'd drown.

taehyung tried.

he really tried.