The whole campus knew how Jeon Jungkook, the most feared and popular guy, hated Kim Taehyung, the introvert law student. However, no one knew what happens every time they both ended up alone.
"Come here kitten," Jungkook almost growled, "Sit on my l...
The room was alive with a buzz of activity as Jungkook sat behind his grand mahogany desk, flipping through files with practiced efficiency.
His sharp gaze flickered between papers, a pen in his hand moving almost mechanically as he signed off on reports. A line of individuals stood before him-each representing a different sector of their vast organization-delivering updates on logistics, finances, and regional stability.
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"Next," Jungkook said curtly, not bothering to glance up.
A knock echoed through the room, but Jungkook didn't break stride.
"Come in," he called, his tone clipped as he scratched his signature onto yet another file.
Taehyung entered, his presence quieter than the others but no less commanding.
He carried a neat stack of files in his arms, his sharp suit tailored to perfection. Without a word, he moved to stand to the side, waiting for the others to clear out, making the others shift uncomfortably in their shoes.
Jungkook, still scribbling, gestured dismissively to the group. "Speak."
Taehyung's deep voice filled the room, calm and measured.
"The recent transaction has been finalized as instructed. Additionally, the uproar on the South Coast has been dealt with-we crushed the rebellion before it gained traction." His eyes darted briefly to the others in the room.
Jungkook finally looked up, his gaze sharp as he assessed Taehyung.
A brief smirk ghosted his lips before he turned to the others. "He has confidential matters to report. Leave."
With hurried bows, the group dispersed, filing out silently as Jungkook's piercing gaze followed them. The door clicked shut, leaving only the two of them in the expansive office.
Jungkook sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair, the fatigue visible on his face for a fleeting moment.
He gestured for Taehyung to come closer. "Let's hear it."
As Taehyung approached and prepared to deliver his report, Jungkook caught him off guard by grabbing his wrist.
With a sudden motion, he pulled Taehyung onto his lap.
"Hey!" Taehyung scolded softly, glancing at the unlocked door. "The door is open. Anyone can walk in."
"Who cares?" Jungkook mumbled, burying his face into Taehyung's chest. "Why is there so much paperwork? This desk work is killing me. I'd rather be out in the field, knocking heads together."
Taehyung chuckled, his hand moving instinctively to Jungkook's hair, his fingers threading through the dark strands.
"You have more responsibilities now," he said, his voice soothing. "But you'll manage. You always do."
