Owned by a Gangster (Taekook)
chapter 2
jeon Group — CEO Office, 39th Floor
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, but Taehyung’s heart was pounding like a warning siren in his chest...
The hallway was silent and too silent and Each step felt like it echoed across the marble floor....
He was led by a sharply dressed assistant who didn’t say a single word. Just walked ahead like a shadow with a purpose....
The double doors at the end of the corridor were tall, sleek, and cold black glass with silver linings. The kind that didn’t just open… they judged you first.
jk assistant
The assistant knocked twice...
jk assistant
sir, Kim Taehyung is here....
A low voice responded from inside...
jeon jungkook
Send him in...
The doors opened.
And the temperature dropped...
Taehyung stepped into the office.
It looked more like a villain’s control room than a CEO’s workspace....
Minimal. Monochrome. Massive windows overlooking the Seoul skyline.
And at the center, behind a wide matte-black desk… sat Jeon Jungkook....
Sharp suit. Tattoo peeking under his sleeve. Watch ticking too precisely.
He didn’t smile.
He didn’t stand.
He just looked at Taehyung...
As if he already owned him....
jeon jungkook
Kim Taehyung
Jungkook said, voice calm but blade-sharp. “You’re late.”
kim taehyung
I— I’m really sorry, sir. It won’t happen again...
Jungkook didn’t respond right away. His gaze stayed locked on Taehyung’s face for a moment too long as if memorizing him...
He finally spoke. “Being late doesn’t leave a good impression. Especially not on your first day.”
kim taehyung
Taehyung lowered his head. “I understand, sir.”
Jungkook walked around the desk slowly until he was just a few steps away.
jeon jungkook
This company runs on time, Mr. Kim. I suggest you start doing the same.”
His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.
Taehyung felt every word like a warning carved into glass.
jeon jungkook
“You may go.”
As the door closed behind him, Taehyung didn’t realize he was holding his breath
He didn’t know that Jungkook was still watching the reflection of his retreating figure in the glass.
Or that five years of quiet obsession had just stepped into his office.
And now, nothing would ever be enough.
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