Sm*T Short Stories Taekook
Jeon’s Dirty Secret 3
Episode 3: Her Finger on the File
The night at Jeon Corp was unusually quiet, but the building wasn't empty.
Lisa leaned back in her swivel chair, a lollipop between her lips, scrolling through server logs like a bored hacker hunting treasure.
> But tonight… she found gold.
There it was—a hidden, encrypted folder, buried beneath layers of security, labeled simply: KT-Vault.
Lisa
(smirking): “Well, well… What are you hiding, CEO Jeon?”
With a few expert keystrokes, the encryption began to crack.
Across the building, Taehyung stood in front of the restroom mirror, fingers lingering at the hem of his shirt. His skin still burned where Jungkook’s hand had rested earlier.
> “Take off that shirt. Slowly.”
The words echoed like a curse.
He smiled to himself. If Jungkook liked games, he’d get one.
The next morning, Jungkook entered his office early. Dark suit, darker mood.
He hadn't slept—not when his mind was replaying every second of Taehyung’s teasing, every sultry smirk, every half-unbuttoned shirt.
But something was off.
His private screen flickered—one of the surveillance files had been opened...
By someone else.
jeon jungkook
(muttering): “Who the fuck touched my vault?”
jeon jungkook
(coldly): “Have the server logs changed?”
Lisa
(playing dumb): “I don’t know… want me to check for you?”
jeon jungkook
Don’t play games with me.”
Lisa
“You sure you’re the only one playing games, boss?”
Downstairs in HR, Jimin gasped as Taehyung walked in.
Today, Taehyung wore a black see-through mesh shirt beneath a velvet blazer—nothing underneath.
park jimin
“OH. MY. GOD. You’re going to get fired… or fucked.”
Kim taehyung
“Let’s hope it’s the second one.”
park jimin
“You're insane.”
Kim taehyung
(grinning): “Obsessions need feeding, don’t they?”
Jungkook stood frozen when Taehyung entered his office—his mesh shirt leaving nothing to the imagination.
Kim taehyung
Is this too much for work, sir?”
jeon jungkook
(darkly): “You think I won’t take you right here on this desk?”
Kim taehyung
(stepping closer): “Do it. If you dare.”
But Jungkook didn’t move. His eyes were on him—but his mind was elsewhere.
Lisa had touched the folder.
She knew.
And if she opened the right video—
The one from last week, when Taehyung had moaned his name into the office floor—
Meanwhile, in the IT room, Lisa stared at the paused screen.
Her lips parted slowly, eyes wide.
There, on the hidden cam—
Taehyung was on his knees, shirt pushed up, eyes half-lidded as he whispered:
> “Please, Jungkook… more.”
Lisa
(whispering): “Oh... damn. This is no obsession. This is a fucking addiction.”
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