Episode 17
Jungkook’s days were filled with meetings, negotiations, and power plays. As the CEO of one of South Korea’s largest conglomerates, his influence stretched far beyond the mansion’s walls. He thrived in boardrooms where fear disguised itself as respect, closing deals with ruthless precision.
After breakfast, he dressed in a tailored black suit, his aura commanding authority.
Taehyung helped him with his tie, their eyes occasionally meeting in the mirror. Jungkook would pretend he didn’t notice the faint bruises on Taehyung’s neck, marks he’d left in moments of unrestrained dominance.
Jeon Jungkook
You’ll be waiting when I get back. (Jungkook said before leaving, his voice leaving no room for argument)
The black luxury car sped through Seoul’s busy streets, Jungkook sitting silently in the backseat, Yoongi at the wheel.
Min Yoongi (Closet To Jk)
You’ve been distracted lately. (Yoongi said, glancing at Jungkook through the rearview mirror)
Jungkook didn’t respond immediately, his thoughts drifting back to Taehyung’s tear-filled eyes from the night before.
Min Yoongi (Closet To Jk)
Focus on the merger. (Yoongi added)
Min Yoongi (Closet To Jk)
Not your maid.
Jeon Jungkook
He’s not just a maid. (Jungkook snapped before catching himself)
Yoongi smirked but didn’t push further.
At the office, Jungkook commanded the room with ease, discussing billion-dollar deals with cold precision. But beneath the surface, his mind wandered to Taehyung, his scent, his touch, the defiant glint in his eyes when he dared to resist.
No matter how much power Jungkook wielded in the world, nothing compared to the control he felt when Taehyung trembled beneath him.
Jungkook entered the mansion, his cold exterior cracking slightly when he saw Taehyung waiting for him at the door. Their eyes met Jungkook’s filled with silent demands, Taehyung’s with quiet resignation.
Jeon Jungkook
You know where to go. (Jungkook said simply, walking past him)
Taehyung followed, his heart heavy, knowing that no matter how far he tried to escape in his mind, Jungkook would always pull him back.
Back at the mansion, Taehyung was scrubbing the marble floors, his hands raw from the harsh cleaning agents. The children of the staff ran past him, giggling, briefly pulling him from his dark thoughts.
Hana
Taehyung-hyung! (a little girl named Hana squealed, hugging him tightly)
He smiled softly, ruffling her hair. For a moment, he felt human.
But when the sound of Jungkook’s car pulling into the driveway echoed through the halls, Taehyung’s fragile peace shattered. He stood up quickly, wiping his hands on his apron, bracing himself for whatever mood Jungkook would bring home.
Comments
SoMeOnE wHo Is VeRy InNoCeNt ~
Right just like you're a gentleman. 🙃 manwhøre if he's not only maid than why the heçk you treat him worst than slave? looking at you doing nothing but only hurting him. and now he's more like a sex slave to you. not maid. 💢💢💢💢💢
2025-02-05
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