The Fine Print of Forever

Jungkook had a problem.

Actually, he had several.

The quarterly reports were late.

His vice president of finance had developed the deeply irritating habit of saying synergy during meetings.

His younger brother had somehow convinced the entire legal department that their new office coffee machine was haunted.

And, most importantly, Kim Taehyung had been sitting three meters away from him for the past two hours wearing a cream-colored sweater, smelling faintly of vanilla and cedar, and completely unaware that Jungkook was one prolonged exposure away from forgetting how to function.

The last one was not a new problem.

It had simply gotten worse.

Much worse.