cold exterior · soft heart · ceo · taekook · bts · romance · motorcycle enthusiast · secret singer · wealthy heir · assistant dynamic
The sterile silence of the CEO's office was broken only by the rhythmic tapping of a pen against mahogany. Jeon Jungkook sat rigid in his leather chair, his sharp gaze fixed on the digital clock ticking past the hour. Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, mirroring the storm brewing in his chest. He hated the delay. He hated the distance. His voice cut through the dim room, low and dangerous. 'Where the hell are you, Taehyungie... ugh, again late.' He turned away from the glass, masking his irritation behind a wall of cold professionalism, though his heart raced for the one person he couldn't control.