Taehyung, a university student, becomes instantly infatuated with Jungkook, a charismatic CEO, after seeing him deliver a speech at his university. Unbeknownst to Jungkook, Taehyung starts secretly following him everywhere, fueling his obsession. As...
Taehyung’s heart pounded in his chest as he stood outside Jungkook’s company, concealed in the shadows. His fingers curled into fists, the anticipation nearly suffocating him. He had spent weeks preparing for this moment—studying Jungkook’s schedule, memorizing his habits, and waiting for the perfect opportunity. Now, it was finally here.
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A black car rolled up to the building, and Taehyung’s sharp eyes immediately recognized the restaurant's logo on the delivery bag. His mind worked quickly. This was his chance.
The delivery man barely had time to react when Taehyung approached, offering a hefty tip. "I’ll take it from here. You can go." His voice was smooth, practiced. His disguise—black hoodie, cap, and mask—was enough to keep him from drawing attention. The man hesitated for only a second before nodding, handing over the bag.
Taehyung swallowed hard, steadying his breath as he entered the grand glass doors of Jeon Corp. The sleek, modern lobby stretched before him, bathed in cool artificial light. The receptionist barely glanced at him, accustomed to deliveries. Security paid no attention either. They were trained to look for threats, not a harmless delivery boy.
As he stepped into the elevator, he clenched the bag tighter, his mind racing. He had never been this close to Jungkook before—this close to the man who unknowingly consumed his every waking thought.
The elevator doors slid open to reveal the CEO's floor—cold, pristine, and utterly intimidating. A long hallway led to the grand office with a glass door, the name Jeon Jungkook etched in bold letters on a golden plaque.
Taehyung knocked softly.
"Come in."
The deep, commanding voice sent a shiver down his spine.
Stepping inside, Taehyung’s breath hitched. The office was nothing short of magnificent—dark wood floors, sleek black furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline. But what truly caught his eye was his painting.
It hung on the wall behind Jungkook’s desk, framed in an expensive black border. The sight sent a rush of warmth through Taehyung’s chest. Jungkook had kept it. He kept it.
Jungkook was seated at his massive desk, eyes scanning a file, completely oblivious to the silent storm brewing inside Taehyung. His perfectly styled dark hair, sharp jawline, and piercing eyes made him look untouchable. Perfect.
For a brief moment, their eyes met.
Taehyung's breath hitched. He’s looking at me.
Jungkook’s gaze was cold, indifferent—yet something flickered in his eyes, something unreadable. It lasted only a second before Jungkook dismissed him with a single glance, returning to his paperwork as if Taehyung were nothing more than background noise.
