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.
Minseo tilted her head.
Lee min seo
He likes control.
Jungkook met her eyes.
Jeon jungkook
So do I.
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
He said, voice low.
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.
He watched.
Black suit. Piercings glinting. Hair slick. Expression unreadable.
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