CEO KIM (Vkook) ✔️ ( Re-writting)

Chapter 8

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The low hum of the car engine filled the silence as the city blurred past them, the soft evening sun dipping behind the skyline.

Jungkook sat in the passenger seat, legs crossed at the ankle, fingers fiddling with the ribbon on his wrist. He kept glancing at Taehyung—who, of course, said nothing the whole ride. His hand rested lazily on the steering wheel, other arm draped across the console like he owned the road and maybe the entire city.

“So…” Jungkook said eventually, breaking the silence. “How does it feel being older and wiser?”

Taehyung didn’t look away from the road. “I feel exactly the same.”

Jungkook pouted dramatically. “No wisdom unlocked? No sudden desire to buy a sports car or get a mysterious tattoo?”

Taehyung shot him a look. “You’re projecting.”

“Maybe.” Jungkook grinned. “But if you ever want a matching bunny tattoo, I’m available.”

Taehyung didn’t respond, but his lips pressed together like he was holding back a smile.

The car turned down a familiar street, pulling up in front of Jungkook’s building. As always.

It had only been a few weeks, but it already felt like routine—Taehyung dropping him off, Jungkook waving with that silly grin, the soft unspoken comfort between them.

The car rolled to a stop.

Jungkook turned to him, half out the door already. “Don’t forget to act surprised when I show up looking beautiful.”

Taehyung tilted his head slightly. “You already think I’m surprised?”

“Oh, you will be,” Jungkook said, winking. “Just don’t fall in love.”

“Too late,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, so quiet it got lost in the engine.

But Jungkook was already gone, running up the steps two at a time, the soft sound of his laugh echoing in the air.

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Inside the apartment, the warm smell of chamomile and fresh laundry greeted him.

“Mom! I’m home!” he called, kicking off his shoes.

Mrs. Jeon peeked from the kitchen. “You’re glowing. Did he propose?”

“MOM.”

She just laughed, clearly having too much fun teasing him. “Go get ready, bunny. We have a fancy mansion to go crash.”

“I’m going, I’m going!”

He rushed into his room, closed the door, and exhaled.

His heart fluttered slightly.

Taehyung’s birthday.

A real, grown-up event in a mansion full of wealth and whispers—and he was going as a guest. Invited. Expected. His fingers trembled with energy, excitement, and maybe a touch of nerves.