Jungkook's back slammed against the cold marble wall of the penthouse, wrists trapped above his head by Taehyung's iron grip. His breath stuttered, chest heaving, eyes wide with both fury and fear.
"L-let me go," Jungkook hissed, voice trembling but...
The heavy mahogany door creaked open. Everyone’s eyes shot toward the entrance.
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And there he was.
Jungkook.
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Hair slightly messy from the crowded lift, cheeks still flushed, eyes innocent yet guilty. He stepped inside carefully, as though he’d walked into the lion’s den without armor.
“Hyung…” Jungkook’s soft voice broke the thick silence.
The same Taehyung who a few seconds ago was fire and storm — roaring orders, smashing glasses, breaking his desk, threatening to kill Jungkook’s girlfriend —
now sat unnervingly still. His jaw tightened, his hands still trembling with rage, but when his gaze landed on Jungkook… that hurricane seemed to pause.
Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, even Jimin froze. Shocked. They had seen him like this before—angry, merciless, bloodthirsty. But never like this—calmed by one bunny boy simply saying Hyung.
“Sir…” Jimin whispered to test is he really cool., but Taehyung finally spoke, voice low and commanding, not for Jungkook but for all of them .
“You all… get out.”
His tone was sharp, cold, no room for arguments.
Namjoon hesitated. “Boss—”
“Didn’t you hear me? Get out. And tell Jin—mission aborted.”
Everyone’s heads snapped up. Aborted? They had never once heard him cancel a kill order after giving it.
But no one dared question further. Namjoon immediately texted Jin.
Hoseok and Yoongi exchanged wide-eyed glances, realizing how close they had come to disaster.
