In the towering halls of Jeon Enterprises, one rule reigns supreme-perfection or nothing.
Jeon Jungkook is the cold-hearted CEO feared by all. Ruthless, obsessive, and emotionally locked behind walls no one dares to cross, he's fired fifteen secreta...
Jungkook pressed the back of his hand to his forehead.
Fever.
And his pulse—
"Damn it," Jungkook muttered.
Without hesitation, he scooped the unconscious boy into his arms.
He was far too light. Fragile.
Jungkook kicked open the private lounge room inside his office and laid him gently onto the leather chaise. He pulled the blanket from the armrest and draped it over Taehyung's trembling form.
His phone buzzed. A message from Yoongi:
"Don't forget the charity board's proposal tomorrow."
He ignored it.
His eyes were locked on the boy before him.
...
Sometime Later
Taehyung stirred, eyes fluttering open.
Dim light.
Warmth.
A strange scent—masculine, expensive, comforting.
He blinked rapidly, then sat up in panic.
"Where—?"
"You fainted."
That voice.
That voice could crush armies.
He looked toward the corner.
Jungkook.
Sitting in a chair, sleeves rolled up, tie gone, and arms crossed over his chest. Watching him like a hawk.
"You overworked yourself," Jungkook said calmly. "No food. No rest. Not even basic hydration."
Taehyung scrambled upright. "I—I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to—"
"Shut up."
Taehyung froze.
Jungkook stood and slowly walked toward him.
"You're not paid to collapse."
"I just wanted to finish the quarterly report draft—"
"You think killing yourself makes you a better employee?" Jungkook snapped.
Taehyung's lower lip trembled slightly, but he nodded. "I just didn't want to disappoint you."
Jungkook's fists clenched at his sides.
That damn voice.
Too soft. Too willing to bleed for people who'd hurt him.
He hated it.
He wanted to hate it.
But instead...
"I should fire you," Jungkook muttered.
Taehyung's heart dropped. "Please don't..."
"But I won't."
Taehyung looked up, confused.
"Because you're the only one who didn't break when I tried to bend you."
He took a step closer. "And I want to see... how much more you can endure."
Taehyung's breath hitched.
Jungkook leaned in slightly. His voice dropped to a whisper.
"You're not free, Mr. Kim. You're mine. As long as you work here... every breath you take belongs to me."
Taehyung's eyes widened.
Something dark shimmered in Jungkook's gaze.
Not just anger.
Not just power.
Possession.
...
Elsewhere- Jeon Mansion
Meanwhile, Jimin was curled up with Yoongi in their shared penthouse.
"Hyung's late again," Jimin mumbled, scrolling his phone.
Yoongi hummed. "He's busy. Or distracted."
Jimin turned. "By what?"
Yoongi smirked. "A secretary."
Jimin almost dropped his phone. "Hyung has never looked at anyone since—"
"I know." Yoongi sipped his wine. "That's what makes it interesting."
...
Author's Note:
A man like Jeon Jungkook doesn't fall.
He claims.And now that Taehyung has unknowingly ignited a flicker of interest...The obsession begins.Possession is never far behind.And in Jungkook's world, interest is dangerous.Deadly, even.
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