The boardroom was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall.
Rows of men in tailored suits sat around the long, sleek table, their eyes flickering between financial charts and market analysis displayed on the screen.

The boardroom was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall.
Rows of men in tailored suits sat around the long, sleek table, their eyes flickering between financial charts and market analysis displayed on the screen.

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"You should eat," Y/N said softly, standing nearby. Her voice was gentle, almost hesitant, as if she knew her words would only add to his frustration. "I'll eat when I feel like it," Jungkook replied curtly, not even glancing at her. Y/N's heart clenched, but she remained calm. "I was just worried. You've barely eaten anything these days." That simple concern was enough to ignite the tension that had been simmering beneath the surface. Jungkook suddenly stood, his chair scraping against the floor. "Why do you always hover like this?" he snapped, his tone colder than usual. "Do you think I don't know how to take care of myself? Stop acting like I need you to mother me all the time." His words hit her like a blow, but she remained still, her expression unreadable. She didn't cry, didn't lash out. She just stood there, her silence louder than any response she could have given. Jungkook frustration only grew at her lack of reaction. "And this…" he gestured to the dinner table, to the meticulously arranged dishes she had made for him "do you think any of this matters? I'm already stressed, and now I have to come home and deal with this guilt trip?"



How it feels when you kissed a stranger man in your drunk in state in foreign country not knowing that person is South Korea's ruthless president --•-- Obsessed? No. I passed obsessed the second she kissed me. This is something darker. This is fate dressed in pink roses and bad decisions. And Jeon Jungkook does not let fate slip away.



“This is insane. I can’t sign this. I’m not some object.” Jungkook’s expression darkened, the sinister spark igniting. “You don’t have a choice. I’ve already learned about you orphaned, alone, no friends. Your cafe is doing well, but one word from me, and it could crumble. Sponsors pulled, bad reviews flooding in. Or worse, your allergies… I have ways to make life difficult.” Threats. Manipulation. Y/N’s trauma flared memories of betrayal making her panic. “No! I won’t!” She bolted for the door, heart pounding. But Jungkook was faster. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back into his chest, holding her tightly. His arms were like steel bands, his breath warm against her ear. “Shh, don’t run. Think about it. I’m your bias, right? You admire me my voice, my dance, my everything. This is your chance to be close to me. Forever. I’ll take care of you. No more loneliness. Just us.” She struggled, tears streaming. “Let go! This isn’t right.” His grip softened slightly, but he didn’t release her. “Sign it, Y/N. Or lose everything. Your smile belongs to me now.”



✨ Their lives are connected... By fate, by pain, and by something far deeper than memory.

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