𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐅𝐅

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Jungkook's POV:

“So this is everything you found about him?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm, even though I feel my anger rising.

Mr. Lee stands still, his face serious. “Yes, sir. That’s all the information I could gather—his history.”

I nod and wave him away. “You can leave.”

As the door clicks shut behind Mr. Lee, I lean back in my chair, the stack of papers heavy in my hands. My eyes scan the documents, but my mind is elsewhere, replaying the scene I witnessed last night. Her with him, standing so close, their bodies pressed together in a way that made my blood boil.

My grip on the papers tightens as I think back to how she hugged him—so intimately, so naturally, as if she belonged in his arms. And that man… Jimin, was it? Who the hell does he think he is?

I flip through the papers, searching for something, but all I find is boring details. Jimin, Good student, clean record, nothing suspicious. He seems perfect on paper. But no one’s that perfect.

I toss the papers onto the desk, frustration growing inside me. I shouldn’t care. It shouldn’t matter who she’s with or what she does. Eunjoo is just part of the business deal—nothing more.

My thoughts keep circling back to the way he leaned in, the way she let him. Hugging and... whatever else. I slam the papers which are down on the desk, frustration bubbling up. Why do I even care? It shouldn’t matter to me who she’s with, what she does. She’s nothing to me, just a girl who’s part of a deal. But I can't shake the image from my mind, the way they looked together.

A sharp pang of jealousy stabs at me, unexpected and unwelcome. I’ve never felt this way before, never let anyone get under my skin like this. Yet here I am, seething over something as trivial as a hug. A damn hug!

I stand up abruptly, pushing the chair back with more force than necessary. This isn't me. I’m not the kind of guy who gets jealous, who lets his emotions cloud his judgment. But this girl... she’s different. She’s under my skin, and it’s driving me insane.

This isn’t about jealousy, I tell myself. This is about control. I need to know who she’s spending time with, who’s influencing her. It’s about keeping everything in check, making sure nothing disrupts the delicate balance of my life.

But deep down, I know it’s more than that. The thought of her with someone else, I can’t ignore. It’s infuriating, and I hate that I care.

I pace the room, trying to shake off the feeling, but it lingers like a bad taste in my mouth. There’s something about her, something that pulls me in.

Whatever this is, it needs to stop.

I’ve always prided myself on being in control—of my emotions, my business, my life. But right now, that control is slipping through my fingers, and it's all because of her.