nayeon barged into taehyung's office, the heels of her designer shoes clicking loudly on the marble floor as she stormed towards his desk. she wore his favorite dress on her, a slinky black number that hugged her in all the right places. it was the one she knew would always get his attention—well, it used to. now, she wasn't so sure.
taehyung barely glanced up, his expression blank as he continued signing papers, his face a perfect mask of indifference. he didn't even acknowledge her as she stood there, fuming.
"i heard you booked jennie for a private show," nayeon spat, her voice shaking with anger. "what the fuck, taehyung? are you fucking her now? you're done with me, so you're getting another one to play with?" her voice cracked, and she hated it. she wasn't supposed to care this much, but she did. "you can't do this to me. i gave you everything!"
taehyung paused for a second, then looked up at her, his face completely blank. "i gave you everything you wanted too," he said calmly. "jewelries, bags, trips. don't act like you didn't get anything from this."
nayeon's eyes filled with tears, her hands trembling as she tried to hold back her frustration. she had done everything to keep his attention, satisfied his every whim, his every fantasy, even when it hurt her pride. she had been the good girl. the obedient one. if he asked her to strip for him, she would do it without a second thought and give him a blow under his desk. she'd given him everything he asked for, and it still wasn't enough.
"how can you just sit there like this means nothing?" she cried, her voice breaking. "i thought i was the one you wanted."
taehyung leaned back in his chair, his gaze cold as ice. "you were," he said bluntly. "but you knew what this was. you knew i was never going to settle down"
nayeon's face crumpled, and she tried to keep herself together, but the tears wouldn't stop. she had been fine with him seeing other girls before, because she knew she was the one he always came back to and it was easy for her to get rid of those bitches but jennie was different. jennie was her rival in every way. they both had huge fanbases, but jennie's was bigger, her popularity stronger. nayeon couldn't stand the thought of taehyung choosing her.
"this isn't just about another girl, taehyung," nayeon said, her voice bitter. "this is about jennie. do you know what it's like being compared to her in the industry? and now, you—" she swallowed hard, her voice shaking. "now,, you're choosing her over me."
taehyung's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained calm. "well shit nayeon, you're ego is not my problem and i'm not choosing anyone," he said, though it wasn't entirely true. jennie had gotten under his skin in a way no other girl had. he couldn't stop thinking about her, couldn't get her out of his head. nayeon had been fun, sure, but it wasn't enough anymore. he didn't want just another fling. he wanted jennie, and not as one of his girls—he wanted her to be his only girl.
but taehyung wasn't about to explain all of that to nayeon. he was done with her, and it was time she understood that.
"i'm done with this, you can leave my office when you're ready" he said flatly, turning back to his papers. "and you can't just walk in here anymore"
nayeon stared at him, her chest tightening with disbelief. "you're really doing this?" her voice cracked, her anger flaring up again. "i gave you everything, taehyung! i followed you and do anything you want—"
"and i never promised you anything more," he cut her off, his voice cold and final. "you knew the deal, nayeon. i don't do relationships. you were fun while it lasted, but I'm not interested anymore."
her heart shattered. jennie was the one thing she couldn't compete with. the nightmare she never thought would come true.
but she's not the type who easily gives up. she won't let anyone, most especially jennie, stole taehyung from her and gets everything she planned and worked hard for. nayeon don't just love taehyung, she needed him. she needed his power and his money.
taehyung didn't even look up as she stood there, tears streaming down her face, her anger turning to bitter defeat. he had already moved on. his mind was elsewhere—on someone else.
on jennie.
meanwhile...
jennie lay in her room, exhausted but unable to stop thinking about taehyung. that night had been intense—his dark, possessive gaze following her every move. he hadn't touched her, but the way he looked at her made her feel as though he already owned her. it wasn't the cold, ruthless man she'd heard about; instead, he was in control, watching with an almost predatory patience.
jennie's body betrayed her. just by the thought of teahyung, heat pooled between her thighs, and she bit her lip, feeling the dampness in her panties.
why couldn't she shake him from her mind?
