Tales Of The Heart (Taekook)

The office was a kingdom of glass and mahogany, cold and quiet save for the ticking of a grandfather clock. Taehyung sat at his desk, the scratch of his pen on paper the only sound he dared to make. Across the room, framed by the grand window, Jeon Jungkook was a study in cold indifference. His gaze was fixed on the city below, his hands clasped behind his back, a statue of power and solitude.

Taehyung didn't look at him directly. He couldn't. Instead, his eyes fell to the polished surface of the desk, where he could see a faint reflection of the man who consumed his thoughts. The sharp line of Jungkook's jaw, the elegant drape of his suit-every detail was a torment. It was a secret he carried in the silence of his heart, a forbidden devotion for a man who didn't even know it existed. The clock chimed, and Jungkook's cold, commanding voice broke the silence, a simple order that had the power to stop Taehyung's heart.

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Some secrets ,when exposed can unleash a Pandora's box of horrors , rendering the familiar landscape of reality into a desolate and unforgiving terrain.