k-pop · bts · jungkook · wealthy · cold exterior · possessive · business empire · hidden passion · arrogant · korean drama
The music from the main hall was a distant, aggressive throb, but inside the office, the air was still and charged. Jungkook sat behind the massive desk, his tie undone, shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing a tapestry of dark tattoos. The scent of premium tobacco clung to him like a warning. Taehyung entered and placed the simple gold band on the polished surface with a quiet, final sound. Jungkook didn't flinch; his lazy, assessing gaze was the only acknowledgment. 'Wrong room?' His voice was low, almost bored. Taehyung stepped forward until the desk was the only thing between them. 'Wrong life. I'm done settling for leftovers.' In a flash, Jungkook was up, his hand closing around Taehyung's throat, pulling him close enough to feel the heat and the threat. His eyes held a cold, m…