Fatescript

"Smells Like Trouble"

   
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Inside Taehyung’s office, the door clicked shut behind them with a soft thud, muffling the world outside.

The space was as composed and modern as the man himself—sleek lines, deep wood tones, and minimalistic elegance. Floor-to-ceiling windows opened to a sweeping view of the city skyline, but Jisoo didn’t spare them a glance.

She stood with her arms crossed, her jaw tight. The moment the door shut, her heels clicked across the floor as she paced once, then abruptly stopped.

Taehyung moved behind his desk with calm precision, picking up the half-full glass of water already set there. Without a word, he walked over and offered it to her—his eyes softening, reading the tension in her frame.

Jisoo took it, her fingers brushing his as she snatched the glass a little too fast. She didn’t thank him. Just tilted her head back and drank all of it in a few long gulps, as though trying to drown her frustration.

Then, lowering the glass with a quiet clink onto his desk, she finally looked up at him—her tone clipped but low, her eyes sharp.

“Why did you wear the watch?”

Taehyung blinked. His brows raised, just slightly. “…That’s what we’re starting with?”

Jisoo’s eyes narrowed slightly, a teasing sharpness threading through her serious tone.

“Yes. If only I’d known your brother would call the paparazzi, I might’ve at least tried to hide it.”

Taehyung chuckled, the sound low and amused, clearly enjoying the moment far more than she was.

“Ah, but where’s the fun in that?” he said, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed grin. “Besides, I think the world needed a little excitement today.”

Jisoo shot him a pointed look, but the corners of her lips twitched—just the slightest hint of a smile threatening to break through.

“Well, next time,” she said, crossing her arms again, “give me a heads-up. I’d like to be the one controlling the narrative.”

He raised an eyebrow, mockingly solemn. “Noted. But only if you promise not to hide the watch.”

Her gaze flickered to his wrist, the matching timepiece gleaming quietly beneath his cuff.

“Deal,” she said, her tone softening just enough to show she meant it.

Jisoo’s fingers tapped lightly against the empty glass she’d just set down, her eyes still on his wrist. The teasing glint in her gaze lingered for a moment before something else flickered through—mild irritation, softened only by familiarity.

“By the way,” she said suddenly, straightening up. “Why didn’t you tell me this morning that we had the same meeting?”

Taehyung smirked, leaning slightly forward in his chair, elbows resting on the armrests like a king watching chaos unfold with far too much amusement. “Because I wanted to surprise you.”

Her mouth dropped open slightly, then closed into a scoff. She stepped away from his desk, her heels clicking against the marble floor. “Seriously?”

“I thought it’d be fun,” he said with a half-shrug, entirely unapologetic.

“Fun?” Jisoo turned to face him fully, arms crossing tightly. “Taehyung, the entire night I was running scenarios in my head. What meeting? With who? Why? Should I prepare a pitch? Should I even be there?"

He laughed—soft and low, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I figured you’d look too far into it. That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“You think?” she snapped, though not harshly—more exasperated than angry. “I don’t even have anything to do with the Hwa-Jin collaboration with Kim Group. I was sitting there wondering if I accidentally walked into the wrong boardroom!”