Fitting Room Affairs
“The Masked Muse”
Seoul pulsed like a living organism—neon lights bleeding across glass towers, the streets humming with endless footsteps, the smell of rain clinging to every corner.
A black hoodie. Mask. Cap. Sunglasses. That was all Jeon Jungkook needed to move like a shadow through the city. Beneath it, he wasn’t the billboard god with the million-dollar jawline. He was just... him.
Still, people noticed. They always did. The way he walked, the way his body carried that untouchable energy—it was unmistakable.
He ducked into a quiet café off Gangnam’s main street, where fame didn’t scream, and the air tasted like burnt espresso and peace.
Lee Minseo was already there, sipping an overpriced iced vanilla latte with her usual “I’m about to change your life” smirk.
Lee min seo
You look like a celebrity trying not to be a celebrity.*she said without looking up*
Jungkook slid into the seat across from her, mask still on, voice low.
Jeon jungkook
Funny. Because that’s exactly what I am.
Lee min seo
And yet, here you are. Hiding like a shy schoolboy.
He tugged the mask down, lips twisting into a grin
Jeon jungkook
Shy isn’t in my vocabulary.
Lee min seo
Neither is ‘humble,’ but that’s a fight for another day.*she said, pulling out her tablet.* Let’s talk business. You’ve been offered a lead role in a campaign that could turn the fashion world upside down
Jeon jungkook
Whose campaign?
She looked at him over the rim of her cup, lips curling wickedly
Lee min seo
Kim Taehyung’s company.
Jeon jungkook
Then: You’ve got to be kidding me.
Lee min seo
Oh, I’m very serious
Minseo said, dropping the name like a bomb
Lee min seo
The Kim Taehyung. CEO. Control freak. Billion-dollar brain in a devil’s suit.
Jeon jungkook
I know who he is.
Minseo’s eyes narrowed, amused.
Lee min seo
So do I. He’s my boss.
Jeon jungkook
You’re working for him?
Lee min seo
And you’re about to work with him.
Jungkook stared at her, eyes sharp.
Jeon jungkook
And why would he want me?
Lee min seo
Because you’re the only one who can match his intensity. His company needs fire—and baby, you burn.
He leaned back, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
Jeon jungkook
You’re throwing me into a lion’s den.
Lee min seo
You like lions, Jungkook.
A long pause. Then a slow, dangerous smile.
Jeon jungkook
Let’s see if the king of the corporate jungle can handle a wild card.
“The Devil’s Suit”
Jungkook didn’t sleep that night.
The name echoed in his mind like a warning and a dare. Cold. Calculated. Powerful. A man whose presence could silence a boardroom with a glance—and Jungkook had only ever seen that kind of dominance in mirrors.
He grabbed his phone and searched him again—just to feel annoyed.
Every article said the same thing: Youngest CEO in Seoul’s luxury branding history. Mastermind. Untouchable. There were photos, too. Of course there were. Taehyung didn’t hide.
Sharp jawline. Eyes like winter. Always in a tailored suit, always alone. Not a smile in sight—only the occasional smirk, like he knew something you didn’t.
Jungkook stared at the screen.
Jeon jungkook
Who the hell does he think he is?
The Next Day – Studio Lobby
Minseo was waiting with iced coffee and a knowing look. She handed him the cup without a word, then started walking like she had missiles to launch.
Jungkook followed, sipping.
Jeon jungkook
So. What’s the deal? Am I supposed to kneel before the king now?
Lee min seo
If I see you kneel, I’m filming it. For blackmail.
He muttered, but there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth
They walked into the agency conference room—clean, modern, painfully intimidating. A few marketing heads sat at the table, chatting quietly.
Jungkook sat. Arms crossed. Legs spread just enough to look confident, not cocky.
Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen.
Lee min seo
He’s not late. He’s just proving a point.
Their eyes met—hers impressed, his unreadable.
Taehyung stood at the glass window of his office, watching the city. Calm. Immaculate in black. Not in a rush.
Tammy (asst)
He’s in the conference room
His assistant said softly.
Tammy (asst)
Do you want me to—
kim taehyung
No. Let him wait.
kim taehyung
I know who he is.
kim taehyung
He thinks he’s in control
Taehyung said, sipping his espresso.
kim taehyung
Let’s see how long that lasts.
Back downstairs, Jungkook leaned into his chair, stretching like a panther in a cage.
The meeting hadn't even started, and already, the game had begun.
“Game of Shadows”
The conference room had emptied, the meeting “postponed” for vague reasons no one dared to explain. Jungkook stayed behind—unbothered, legs kicked up, flipping through a lookbook like it was a joke
Minseo reentered, her heels sharp against the tile
Lee min seo
He won’t see you today
She said calmly, placing a sleek black envelope on the table.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
Jeon jungkook
Is that a rejection letter or a love note?
Lee min seo
Neither. Just instructions
He peeled the envelope open. Inside: one elegant black card, embossed in silver script.
"Be ready at 8. Dress for a campaign, not comfort. You'll know the driver when he arrives."
—KT
Jungkook huffed a quiet laugh.
Jeon jungkook
Well, that’s subtle.
Lee min seo
He likes control.
She smirked, not bothering to hide her amusement.
Lee min seo
And yet one of you is walking into the other’s territory.
Jeon jungkook
I’m not walking in
Jeon jungkook
I’m storming the gates.*confidently*
Later That Night – Jungkook’s Apartment
The city blinked through his window. Jungkook stood shirtless, brushing a hand through his damp hair as the suit Minseo had arranged hung on the closet door. It was... tailored. Impossibly well.
He picked it up and ran his fingers along the fabric. No tag. Custom. Probably stitched by hand in some quiet Paris atelier.
Expensive. Cold. Perfectly Taehyung.
Jungkook slipped it on anyway.
Meanwhile – Taehyung’s Penthouse
Taehyung sat in a dim-lit room, whiskey untouched beside him. A large screen showed a live stream from a security camera—the private elevator Jungkook was about to enter.
Black suit. Piercings glinting. Hair slick. Expression unreadable.
kim taehyung
Jeon Jungkook.
He whispered, eyes narrowing.
kim taehyung
Let’s see if your attitude survives the altitude.
He turned off the screen.
Let the game begin.
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