CEO KIM (Vkook) ✔️ ( Re-writting)

Chapter 7

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The black car pulled out of the neighborhood, headlights slicing through the quiet Seoul streets as the city softened into night.

Taehyung leaned back in the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, eyes fixed forward.

But his thoughts... weren't.

He could still feel it-Jungkook's fingers brushing against his tie, that wide-eyed smile before he bolted out of the car, and the soft "Goodnight, boss tiger" that was still ringing in his ears like a melody he didn't ask for.

He exhaled slowly.

Why did it linger?

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The estate was quiet when Taehyung stepped inside, his shoes barely making a sound on the marble floor.

He was hoping to make it to his room unnoticed.

No such luck.

"Taehyung-ah," his grandmother called from the sitting room, her voice too chipper.

He stopped.

Turned.

She was seated on the couch with Eunchae beside her, both in silk robes and sipping herbal tea like they ran the palace.

"Out late?" his grandmother asked casually.

Taehyung didn't answer. His eyes flicked to Eunchae, who looked up at him with a sweet smile.

"I made extra tea if you want," she offered.

"No."

"Taehyung," his mother's voice called from the hallway, "Don't be rude."

He turned and walked away without responding.

The door to his room shut behind him with a soft click.

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The lights flickered on, but the room stayed dim.

Dark wooden floors. Deep grey walls. Minimal furniture. No photos. No mess.

Everything was in perfect order-just how he liked it.

Or used to.

He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, letting it slide off his shoulders. Tossed it over the chair, then sat at the edge of the bed, fingers resting on his knee.

But his mind?

His mind was anywhere but here.

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He wasn't supposed to notice.

Not the smile.
Not the pink ears.
Not the way Jungkook made the office feel a little brighter.

But he had noticed.

From the first time Jungkook stormed into his private elevator, talking about mafia meetings and personality upgrades, Taehyung had been... curious.

Annoyed.

Entertained.

And now?

Now he was confused.

Because the more he ignored Jungkook, the harder it became.