Cheater || JJK & KTH

~First Meet²~

-Taehyung-

A knock on the door interrupted my deep dive into the laptop screen. I finally finished the car design after two years of relentless effort. My eyes, heavy with fatigue, barely stayed open. Leaning back in my chair, I sighed and called out, "Come in..."

The new intern designer burst into my office, looking as eager and flustered as I once did in his position. "Sir, should I inform the management department to cross-check your design? And if they approve, should I notify the advertising department after that?"

I stretched, rubbing my eyes. "Yeah," I responded wearily, and he dashed out, almost tripping over his enthusiasm. I chuckled, remembering my own days as an intern—rushing through the company, juggling a hundred tasks, and trying to make a mark.

Leaning back, I let my thoughts wander to Mr. Min, hoping my design would meet his expectations. The overwhelming sense of accomplishment was slowly replacing the fatigue, but I needed a break. My cabin, though equipped with everything I needed, felt claustrophobic after endless hours of work.

I grabbed my phone, stood up, and headed for the cafeteria. The glass door swung open, and I felt a sense of liberation as I strolled down the hallway.

Balancing my coffee and phone, I walked out of the cafeteria. Step. Step. Step. Bump!

Coffee splashed onto my coat, and my phone slipped from my hand, landing not on the floor but on a head of dark brown hair. The person stumbled, files scattering around us. My eyes widened in irritation. I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my frustration as I bent down to pick up the files.

My foot slipped on a file, and I landed awkwardly. My head ended up on her lap. People around us chuckled, and my anger flared. I quickly sat up and glared at the onlookers, who hurried away.

The girl brushed her hair behind her ears and glared at me with an expression that screamed, "Seriously?" She was pretty, but her attitude didn't sit well with me.

"You!" she almost crawled towards me, grabbing my collar. I smirked. "Am I that good-looking that you want to be near me?" I chuckled, though frustration tinged my voice. "You ruined my favorite coat. You owe me."

She shot back, her tone sharp. "You were the one using your phone in a crowded hallway! Why can't you be more attentive? Mr. Whoever you are!"

I glanced at her identity card—Kang Y/N. I picked up the files near me. "Advertisement department," I muttered. "Well, you're a new junior, aren't you?"

"Yeah, why?" she replied, her irritation evident.

I chuckled, handing her the files. "Just curious," I said, walking past her to pick up my coffee cup, now almost empty. "Sorry for bumping into you. It was my mistake."

As I walked away, I couldn't help but think, When she finds out who I am, she'll be begging for forgiveness.

-Y/N-

I placed the files on my desk and looked at Jimin, who was spinning in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"So you fell?" he teased. "No, wait—you bumped into a guy?"

I sighed, placing one hand on the desk and the other on my waist, nodding reluctantly.

Jimin leaned over his desk, crossing his arms. "You're new here, Y/N. You need to be more attentive."

Rolling my eyes, I retorted, "You've changed, Jimin. You're not how you used to be."

He shook his head, his expression serious. "This isn't college. It's different."

My head still throbbed from the phone's impact. I opened my water bottle and took a sip, trying to calm my nerves.

"You know," Jimin started, spinning my chair to face him, "whenever you accidentally bump into a young, good-looking man, you always end up with them. It's a strange coincidence."

I tensed, the memories flooding back. Namjoon in high school, Jungkook in college—both relationships had turned toxic, leaving scars that hadn't healed. My hands shook as the flashbacks overwhelmed me. I glanced at the papers, trying to steady myself, but the past haunted me.

"First Namjoon, then Jungkook," Jimin continued, his voice dropping when he noticed my tears. Panic flashed in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

He handed me his handkerchief, and I wiped my tears. Despite his annoying teasing, Jimin was like a protective brother. His genuine concern brought a weak smile to my face.

"I shouldn't have said that," he murmured, pulling me into a comforting hug. "You don't need to think about it."

He pulled away, picking up the files from my desk. "Anyway, we have a new car design to advertise. That's more important."

Just then, a notification lit up his phone. His expression turned serious. "Y/N," he said, his voice filled with surprise, "Mr. Min is handing the company to his nephew."

I furrowed my brows. "What about his own kids?"

Jimin sighed, guiding me towards the cafeteria. "His only son died five years ago. Now he's too old and decided to pass the torch to his sister's son."