EXCESSIVE | ᴋᴏᴏᴋᴠ

07

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Taehyung’s face contorted in fury, his sharp eyes glaring at Jungkook. The perfectly tailored suit he wore, complete with pristine gloves, seemed to add to his imposing presence. His voice, cold and authoritative, cut through the heavy silence. "How dare you lay a hand on me? Do you have any idea who I am?"

Jungkook, his pulse racing and heart pounding, met Taehyung’s gaze with unwavering determination. "I’m sorry, but no one has the right to hit someone, not even in anger. Mistakes are not crimes."

" Also I couldn't understand how you become that much famous when you didn't even know how to respect others"

Taehyung’s eyes flashed with a dangerous glint as he yanked his wrist free from Jungkook’s grip. He motioned sharply to his bodyguards, his voice laced with venom. "Get him out of here. Now."

The bodyguards, imposing and ready to act, advanced toward Jungkook. Their presence was intimidating, but Jungkook’s resolve did not waver. He took a step back, raising his voice to be heard above the tension. "You can’t do that! I’m an employee of this company. I have every right to be here."

Taehyung’s face darkened with a mix of disbelief and seething rage. "If you think being an employee gives you any leverage, you’re sorely mistaken. This is my company. I have the authority to fire you on a whim."

Jungkook’s expression remained steadfast as he recalled the contract details he had studied carefully. "Actually, you can’t fire me so easily. The contract is clear: no one can be terminated within the first month without a serious offense. And this isn’t one."

The room was now a battleground of unspoken thoughts, employees’ whispers mixing with the palpable tension. Eyes darted nervously between Jungkook and Taehyung, trying to process the gravity of the situation.

Taehyung’s lips tightened into a thin line, his anger barely contained. "You think you’re clever, don’t you? This act of defiance won’t go unpunished."

Jungkook stood tall, his voice steady despite the escalating confrontation. "I’m not trying to be clever. I’m just standing up for what’s right."

Taehyung’s gaze lingered on Jungkook for a few more seconds, his fury evident in the rigid set of his shoulders. With a final, disdainful look, he turned sharply on his heel and stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing in the tense silence that followed. The bodyguards, after a moment of hesitation, slowly retreated to their positions.

Jungkook remained where he stood, the weight of his actions settling heavily on him. The room, still charged with the residual energy of the confrontation, seemed to hold its breath. He could feel the eyes of his new colleagues on him, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity.

As Jungkook tried to process the intense exchange, he couldn’t shake the nagging thought: Did he do the right thing, or had he just set himself up for a steep price to pay? The uncertainty loomed large as he prepared to navigate the complexities of his new role under such a formidable and volatile boss.

Taehyung’s cabin had always been a sanctuary of calm and control, an epitome of sophistication and order. But now, as he stormed through the room, it transformed into a battlefield of his fury. The pristine space was in shambles, its elegance shattered by his unrestrained rage.

The heavy oak desk was overturned, sending papers flying like a tempest. The pristine leather chair lay toppled, its once immaculate surface now marred by scuffs and scratches. Taehyung’s eyes were dark, a storm of unrelenting anger that seemed to burn through the very air.

"How dare he!" Taehyung’s voice thundered through the room, a raw, visceral sound that seemed to shake the walls. "How dare that insolent man touch me, insult me, in my own domain?"

He grabbed a porcelain figurine from the shelf, his hands trembling with the force of his fury. With a guttural roar, he smashed it against the wall. The figurine exploded into a thousand pieces, each shard a reflection of his shattered composure.

His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhalation a reminder of the intensity of his anger. He stormed to the window, throwing it open with a violent shove, his eyes scanning the city below as if seeking some sort of release for his storming emotions.

"Does he not know who I am?" Taehyung’s voice was a venomous whisper, but it carried a weight that was almost palpable. "Does he not realize that I am the owner of multiple companies? That my reputation is a fortress, built on respect and fear? And this—this man seeks to undermine it?"

His rage was consuming, a force that seemed to darken the room. Taehyung’s eyes were wild, his face flushed with the intensity of his emotions. He paced furiously, each step a testament to his unbridled wrath.

"I will not tolerate such disrespect," he snarled, his voice trembling with the force of his rage. "I will not allow this man to continue his insolent behavior. He will be fired, and he will be gone. I don’t care what it takes. I don’t care how difficult it is, I want him out."

He turned to Minho , who had cautiously entered the room, his face a mask of concern.

"Mr. Kim," he started, his voice trembling, "I understand your anger—"

Taehyung cut him off with a harsh wave of his hand. "Understanding? Is that what you think I need right now? I need action. I need this man gone. If you can’t do that, then you’re in the wrong place."

His gaze was fierce, a cold fire that threatened to consume anyone who crossed his path. "If I had my way, he wouldn’t just be fired. If I had my way, he would be erased from existence. I don’t even  know his name, but I do know that his life should be ruined for daring to cross me."

He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the now-silent room. "He thought he could challenge me and get away with it? I will make sure he regrets ever setting foot in my company."

The room was filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by the sound of Taehyung’s ragged breathing. His rage was a force unto itself, a storm that seemed to darken the very air around him.

" Mr. Kim, I’m really sorry, but firing him today is..."

"Impossible?" Taehyung cut him off, his voice dripping with scorn. "I know it’s impossible. But it doesn’t mean I won’t make it happen. He disrespected me in my own office. I want him gone—now."

He  tried to maintain his composure. "I’m sorry, Mr. Kim, but the company policy—"

"Forget the policy!" Taehyung roared, slamming his fist on the desk. "I don’t care about policies or procedures. I want him fired. I want him out. Do whatever you have to, but make sure he is not here when I return. You have one week."

His face paled slightly as he absorbed the weight of his demand. "I’ll see what I can do. But, Mr. Kim, it’s going to be a challenge."

"Challenge?" Taehyung’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "You have one week to figure it out. If you can’t, then I suggest you start looking for a new job. I will not tolerate insubordination or disrespect. By the end of the week, I want his face to be a distant memory."

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