love will find its way [kv]

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And there, standing at the door with an unreadable expression, was—Mrs. Jeon.

Her mouth was slightly agape, eyes widened as if they might fall from their sockets.

Taehyung and Jungkook, still caught in their previous intimate position, froze like statues, their widened eyes mirroring the shock of the older woman standing before them.

"What’s happening here?" Mrs. Jeon’s voice trembled, though the sharp undertone of disappointment and anger was unmistakable. Her gaze flickered between Jungkook and Taehyung, her expression shifting from shock to disbelief to something even darker.

Realizing how close they still stood, Jungkook and Taehyung hurriedly stepped away from each other, awkwardly looking around as if searching for an escape. Jungkook ran a nervous hand through his hair, while Taehyung swallowed hard, his face heating up—not from shyness this time but from sheer anxiety.

Mrs. Jeon’s expression hardened as she finally snapped out of her stunned state. With firm, decisive steps, she marched further into the office, her heels clicking against the polished floor like warning shots.

"What was happening here?" she demanded again, her voice sharper this time. "And what is he doing here in your office, standing so close to you, Jungkook?" Her hand shot up, pointing directly at Taehyung, her tone dripping with disdain.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, inhaling deeply. "Mom… I—" he stuttered, struggling to form a coherent response. His mind was blank, caught between wanting to defend Taehyung and knowing how his mother would react.

But his silence only seemed to fuel Mrs. Jeon’s fury. When Jungkook failed to respond, she turned on Taehyung instead, her eyes burning with contempt.

"And you—" she spat, taking a step toward him. "What were you doing with my son?" Her voice was laced with venom, her scrutinizing glare piercing through him. "Are you trying to trap him in your sickening games?"

Taehyung’s eyes widened in pure disbelief. The hostility in her words was like a slap to his face. His mouth opened slightly as if to protest, but no words came out. He was stunned—shocked beyond comprehension.

Mrs. Jeon’s lips curled in an expression of disgust as she scoffed, her eyes scanning him as though he were something repulsive. "I should have known," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head before fixing Taehyung with a cold, pointed stare.

The air in the office turned suffocating, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Jungkook’s fists clenched at his sides. His mother’s words sent a sharp wave of anger through him, his protective instincts kicking in. But before he could say anything—before he could even gather his thoughts—Taehyung took a shaky step back, looking utterly wounded.

And that’s when Jungkook realized—this wasn't just an awkward encounter anymore. This was something more than that.

Mrs. Jeon’s face twisted in disdain as she took another step toward Taehyung. Her voice dripped with contempt as she spat, "I always knew there was something off about you, but I never thought you'd stoop this low."

Taehyung flinched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. Jungkook immediately stepped forward, reaching for his mother’s arm. "Mom, stop it—"

But Mrs. Jeon yanked her arm away, barely sparing him a glance. Her eyes were locked onto Taehyung, sharp and unforgiving. "What’s your end goal here? Huh?" she sneered. "Are you after his money? His power? Or do you just get some sick satisfaction from leeching off him?"