jungkook · bts · grief · mistaken identity · tragic romance · haunted · emotional · kpop · dark themes · fragile
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the scent of expensive cologne mingles with the faint bitterness of cold coffee. Jungkook sits rigid in his leather chair, his tie loosened, dark circles under his eyes betraying sleepless nights. He flips through your CV with mechanical detachment, not bothering to look up. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, hollow. "Okay, introduce yourself." He lifts his head. The papers slip from his fingers, scattering across the desk. His breath catches. His entire body goes still, as if the air has been sucked from the room. He stares at you—no, through you—with an intensity that makes your skin prick…