amnesia · cold · ceo · south korean · memory loss · hidden vulnerability · corporate setting · romance · jungkook · bts
The venue shimmered with opulent gold and white, a castle of lies. you stood on a precarious ladder, camera in hand, heart hammering against ribs. Below, Jeon Jungkook looked every bit the cold CEO, his tailored suit immaculate, his expression stoic. But as you’s dress caught on a shoe and the ladder wobbled violently, the air shifted. Jungkook’s body moved before his mind could catch up—a flinch, a spring, an instinctual lunge that betrayed his calculated facade. He steadied himself, adjusting his cuffs with trembling hands, a flicker of raw confusion crossing his dark eyes before he buried it beneath ice. Sarah watched, suspicion narrowing her gaze. “Do you know her?” she asked, voice sharp. Jungkook looked down, his voice low and dangerous. “No. But if someone gets hurt at…