CEO KIM (Vkook) ✔️ ( Re-writting)

Chapter 3

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The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the Jeon apartment as Jungkook scrambled to fix his tie in the hallway mirror, brows furrowed in frustration.

“Ugh, why is this thing choking me?!” he groaned, yanking the silk knot loose for the fifth time.

Mrs. Jeon peeked her head from the kitchen. “It’s not the tie’s fault you have a bunny neck.”

“I’m not a bunny neck!” Jungkook huffed, ears already turning red. “I just… have a soft throat!”

His mother chuckled as he finally gave up, leaving the tie slightly crooked but passable. He grabbed his small bag, kissed his mom on the cheek, and shoved a warm cookie in his mouth.

“Fighting, baby!” she called after him.

He waved as he ran out the door, hair bouncing and heart pounding.

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Vantae Corporation Headquarters

The skyscraper was even more intimidating up close—glass, steel, and quiet judgment. Jungkook tilted his head back to look up at the endless floors above, then turned to face the sleek entrance.

Inside, the lobby looked like a silent museum: high ceilings, marble floors, and staff that moved like they were on invisible rails. Everyone wore black or grey. Everyone looked… expensive.

Jungkook adjusted his bunny-pinned bag strap nervously, mumbling, “Okay… Jeon Jungkook. You’re cute. You’re responsible. You’re not gonna embarrass yourself.”

Then he saw them—three elevators.

One had a ridiculously long line of people in suits tapping their feet impatiently. The second was taped off with a glowing red screen: Out of Order. And the third…

No line. No people. Just sleek, silent doors waiting to open.

“Huh,” Jungkook muttered. “Free real estate.”

He started walking toward it, but paused—because just then, the elevator opened, and he stepped out.

The man from last week.

Black suit. Cold eyes. Sculpted jawline. Same aura of “I own this city”.

Jungkook’s heart jumped straight into his throat.

Kim Taehyung. The CEO. The guy from the articles. The man who made his cappuccino explode.

Taehyung didn’t see him yet—he was talking quietly to a tall man in glasses holding a tablet.

But Jungkook’s feet moved before his brain caught up. And before anyone could stop him, he darted forward—right into the private elevator.

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A wave of gasps echoed from the crowd. Several staff members paled. One intern dropped his coffee. A few even muttered prayers under their breath.

“DID HE—?”
“He went into that lift.”
“Does he… have a death wish?”
“That’s the CEO’s private elevator!”

Taehyung’s manager—Mr. Han—nearly dropped his tablet and rushed forward in panic. “S-sir! I’ll remove him—he doesn’t know—!”

But Taehyung raised a hand, calm but commanding.