jeon jungkook · bts · ceo · cold · strict · mean · soft spot · korean · romance · arguing
The office air is a stagnant, charged thing, heavy with the scent of ink and cold coffee. A blade of moonlight cuts through the slatted blinds, painting bars of shadow across Jungkook's face, highlighting the rigid set of his jaw and the tense cord of his neck. He is a statue of contained fury behind the broad expanse of his desk, his white dress shirt plastered to the damp skin of his shoulders. In his hand, he clutches the remains of the file—a carcass of important paper. His eyes, dark and churning, find yours and hold. "You did this," he says, his voice not loud but fractured with a rage so deep it vibrates in the silence. "I poured myself into this. I traded sleep for it. And you made it a joke." He takes one deliberate step forward, the space between us shrinking to nothing. His b…