jennie shoved open the heavy doors without knocking, the loud bang startling the assistant inside. the room fell silent as taehyung's eyes lifted from the paperwork on his desk, his expression calm, blank, like he had expected her to barge in any day now.
the assistant froze, wide-eyed as jennie stepped inside, ripping off her sunglasses and flinging them to the floor along with the scarf she had wrapped around her face as a weak attempt at a disguise. taehyung's eyes never left her, not even for a second, as he leaned back in his chair with a slight raise of his eyebrow. his silence said it all—he knew exactly why she was here.
with a subtle nod of his head, taehyung signaled to his assistant, who quickly gathered her things and hurried out of the room. the lock clicked softly, but the tension in the air was already thick.
taehyung shifted in his seat, leaning back as he observed her. his gaze traveled up and down her body—she was wearing a tight, form-fitting dress that hugged her every curve. he noticed. of course he noticed. his jaw clenched slightly, and a flicker of something dark passed behind his eyes as he bit his lip, a smirk playing on his face.
"jennie," he said smoothly, his voice low and deep, "what a surprise."
"cut the crap," jennie snapped, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood in front of his desk, staring him down. "you know exactly why i'm here."
taehyung's smirk widened as he tilted his head, his eyes dark with amusement. "do i?"
she wanted to slap that arrogant look off his face. "nayeon," she hissed. "you're behind this. are you really trying to put me down? is that what this is about?"
he chuckled softly, infuriating her further. his eyes trailed lazily over her again, like he couldn't be bothered to take her seriously. "nayeon? oh, jennie, come on. this isn't about you."
her nostrils flared in frustration. "bullshit. you think i'm stupid? you've been pulling strings for her. getting her into paris fashion week, stealing my endorsements—don't act like you're not behind it."
taehyungjust smiled, leaning forward slightly, his hands resting on his desk. "i'm just helping her, that's all. she's talented. she deserves a chance."
jennie's fists clenched at her sides. "where did you even find her? what's your relationship with her? what are you getting out of this?"
he leaned back in his chair again, crossing his arms casually as if they were discussing the weather. "i have no 'deal' with her, jennie. she's talented, and i'm supporting her. simple as that."
she knew he was lying. he had to be. there was no way he was doing this without some twisted agenda. "you think i'm just going to stand here and let you build her up to take me down? is that what this is? some sick revenge because i left?"
taehyung eyes darkened, his smirk growing more arrogant. he stood up slowly, rounding the desk until he was standing in front of her, towering over her with that same infuriating confidence. "revenge?" he echoed, his voice dripping with amusement. "i'm not that petty, jennie."
she glared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. "then what is this? why her?"
taehyung shrugged casually, his eyes locked on hers, and then he leaned in just a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "maybe i just like helping pretty girls."
jennie's stomach twisted with anger—and something else she didn't want to admit. his nearness was suffocating, and the scent of him brought back memories she'd been trying to bury. she gritted her teeth, but taehyung wasn't done. he stepped even closer, his fingers brushing lightly against her arm as he trailed them up to her shoulder, and then around to her back.
"you remember, don't you?" he whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear. "all those nights right here. on this desk. in every corner of this office. how loud your moans when i fuck you from behind"
jennie's breath hitched, her body betraying her as her skin tingled under his touch. she swallowed hard, trying to focus, trying to stay angry, but the memories he was stirring up were too strong.
her face burned with embarrassment as she realized how much of her he had seen, touched, tasted. every inch of her. she felt exposed, vulnerable, and taehyung knew it. he could see it in her eyes, in the way her body stiffened but didn't move away.
his hand lingered on her lower back, fingers pressing gently into the fabric of her dress, and jennie's heart raced. she cursed herself for feeling this way, for letting him get to her. but his words, his voice—everything about him was designed to get under her skin. and it was working.
"you look so fucking sexy when you're mad," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin as his lips hovered near her neck.
jennie clenched her fists, biting her lip to keep from letting out the breath she'd been holding. she couldn't let him win. she couldn't let him have this control over her, not again.
but she could feel it—the heat pooling between her thighs, the way her body was reacting to him even though she didn't want it to. she was dripping wet, and the realization only made her angrier at herself.
she pushed him away, taking a step back, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "stop it," her voice trembling.
taehyung's smirk didn't falter. he just stood there, watching her with that same arrogant look in his eyes, like he knew she wouldn't be able to resist him forever.
"what if i don't?" he asked, his voice teasing.
jennie glared at him, her heart racing, her body betraying her. she couldn't stay here, not like this. if she did, she'd make a mistake—a mistake she couldn't afford right now. she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
"this needs to stop," she said, her voice firm despite the shakiness in her legs. "whatever game you're playing with nayeon—it ends now. or i swear to god, taehyung, you're going to regret it."
he didn't say anything, just watched her with that same maddening smirk as if he couldn't care less about her threats.
she grabbed her disguise off the floor, shoving her sunglasses back on and wrapping the scarf around her head. without another word, she stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her. the secretary jumped in surprise but didn't dare say a word as jennie passed by.
as jennie stepped into the elevator, her hands shaking with a mixture of rage and humiliation, she couldn't shake the feeling that taehyung was still winning.
