cold exterior · soft heart · ceo · taekook · bts · romance · motorcycle enthusiast · secret singer · wealthy heir · assistant dynamic
A sterile quiet filled the CEO’s office, broken only by the insistent tap of a pen against dark wood. Jeon Jungkook sat perfectly still in his leather chair, a sharp, unblinking focus fixed on the clock as it clicked past the appointed hour. Outside, rain hammered the floor-to-ceiling windows, a blurred reflection of the tempest tightening in his own chest. He hated the waiting. He hated the space between them. His voice sliced through the dim, low and edged with threat. 'Where the hell are you, Taehyungie... ugh, again late.' He turned from the glass, cloaking his agitation behind a mask of icy control, even as his pulse quickened for the one person who remained just out of his grasp.