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This is a rough idea of their houses. The closest I could find /3
Third Person Pov
It was early evening when Sohee stepped into Jeon Corporations, the cool air of the lobby brushing over her as she adjusted the strap of her small sling bag. She didn't know why she was here-not exactly.
It had been almost two weeks since she last saw Kim Seokjin, and despite all her attempts to brush the thought away, he kept slipping into her mind at the most inconvenient moments.
It was ridiculous. She was definitely not crushing on him. Totally not.
She inhaled, then approached the receptionist's desk, tapping it lightly with her fingers.
"Excuse me," she said.
The receptionist, a sharply dressed woman with a clipped, professional aura looked up. "Yes, ma'am. How may I help you?"
"Uh...yes..." Sohee tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, nerves bubbling. "Is Mr. Kim available?"
The receptionist blinked, taken aback by the casual question. Sohee quickly added,
"I mean we know each other. We've met a few times, so... I just wanted to check if he's free right now."
The woman gave her a once-over, assessing politely without being rude, then nodded slowly.
"He's currently in a discussion. We're not sure when he'll be free."
"Oh." Sohee exhaled. She had no work today... and strangely, the idea of waiting for Seokjin didn't bother her. At all. It almost felt nice.
"Can I wait for him?" she asked.
This time the receptionist's eyes widened a little, clearly surprised that someone was willing to wait for Kim Seokjin. But she nodded professionally.
"You may wait over there," she said, gesturing toward the small seating area beside the elevators.
Sohee offered a grateful smile. "Thank you."
She turned and walked to the chairs, sitting down with a soft exhale. Her heart was beating faster than she expected, her fingers fiddling with her bag strap as the office lights cast a soft glow around her.
What was she even doing here?
Waiting for a man she definitely wasn't crushing on. Absolutely not.
......right?
Minutes slipped by without Sohee noticing.
At first, she sat upright.... phone in hand, humming lightly under her breath. Her leg bounced, she checked the time, scrolled, refreshed her messages even though no one texted.
Fifteen minutes....Twenty...
Half an hour.
The receptionist kept glancing at her surprised at how patient this small, soft-looking woman seemed.
An hour passed.
Then two.
At some point, Sohee's humming turned into slower breaths... then into quiet, steady sleep. Her head drooped lower, phone slipping to her lap, lashes resting gently on her cheeks.
Meanwhile inside the meeting room
"Alright, thank you."
Kim Seokjin stood, shaking hands with the client. The man looked relieved.
"This is a huge opportunity for us, Mr. Kim. Thank you again."
Seokjin offered a restrained smile... polite, professional.
"I wonder where Mr. Jeon is, " the man asked.
"He's engaged in some personal matters," Seokjin replied smoothly. "He'll return soon."
The man nodded as they bid goodbyes
And parted ways.
The moment the client left, Seokjin allowed himself a single breath of exhaustion. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple. This project had been weighing on him for days.
Finally, after ten minutes of decompressing, he stood, grabbed his blazer and his phone, and walked into the elevator.
As the elevator descended, he rolled his stiff shoulders, loosening his tie slightly.
Ding.
He stepped out but from the corner of his vision he saw someone. He turned his head sideways and there was a woman.
Seokjin paused mid-stride, his eyes narrowing slightly in recognition.
It was her. Sohee.
Her head was hanging dangerously off to one side, moments away from hitting the armrest.
Before he even thought about it, Seokjin walked over quickly and placed a hand under her head, steadying it.
The receptionist approached immediately. "Mr. Kim-she's been waiting for you. For two hours."
Seokjin's eyebrows furrowed.
"Two hours? Why?"
"No reason mentioned. She simply said she'd like to meet you."
He inhaled slowly, gaze flickering to Sohee's peaceful sleeping face.
"You can leave," he said quietly.
Once the receptionist bowed and left, Seokjin adjusted Sohee gently, lifting her head and easing her upright. She didn't wake....just sighed softly and leaned into his touch, like she instinctively trusted him.
He hesitated... then sat down beside her.
He set his suit jacket neatly next to him and leaned back in the chair, eyes drifting closed for a moment.
Then.....
A small weight fell onto his shoulder.
His eyes opened instantly.
Sohee was slumped against him, cheek pressing lightly into his shoulder, breath warm against his collar. Her hair had fallen over her eyes again, strands brushing his shirt.
Seokjin froze.
His heartbeat kicked once, hard.
She looked... soft. Gentle. Unaware.
Her cheek slightly puffed from sleep, mouth parted a little, she looked nothing like the people he dealt with every day.
Beautiful, in a simple, unintentional way.
He exhaled slowly, turning his face away, trying to ignore the strange flutter in his chest.
But after a few seconds, his gaze drifted back.
A loose strand of hair tickled her cheek.
Before he could stop himself, his hand rose hesitantly and he brushed it away gently, fingertips grazing her skin for the briefest moment.
He pulled his hand back immediately, jaw clenching.
What was he doing?
Why wasn't he waking her?
Why was he... letting her lean on him?
He didn't know. But he didn't move.
He let her sleep on his shoulder, her breath steady... comforting in a way he didn't want to acknowledge.
Seokjin closed his eyes again, silently accepting the warmth beside him.
And for the first time that day, the tension in his chest eased-just a little.
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Jeon Jungkook sat alone on the couch, leaning back against the cushions as though the air had been knocked out of him hours ago. The only light in the room came from the moon slipping through the curtains.... soft, bluish, quiet. It reflected against the velvet box resting on his palm.
Inside it... the blue-moon ring glimmered.
He flipped the lid open again, staring down at the silver band he must've memorised every detail of by now.
Every night, he found himself doing the same thing....imagining Taehyung's long, slender fingers wearing the ring... imagining Taehyung actually letting him slide it on.
A fantasy. Nothing more.
Jungkook exhaled, the sound strained.
Seokjin had called him in the morning: "You can't stay away from the company this long. When are you coming back?"
Jungkook had no answer.
As CEO, he shouldn't have been here for days-attending meetings online, approving documents over calls, handling crises from this away. His presence was needed at the company. His employees needed him. His board needed him.
And yet...
His eyes drifted back to the ring.
Taehyung mattered. Taehyung mattered too much.
The thought alone made him take a deep breathe, the memory of Taehyung's flushed, startled face from earlier, the way he ran, the way he always ran, cold and distant, refusing to let Jungkook slip into any corner of his life.
Jungkook clenched his jaw.
He didn't blame Taehyung. He just...
didn't know how to make him stay.
He set the ring down on the coffee table carefully. Almost reverently.
Silence filled the house.
But outside, someone else was breathing quietly-someone with a completely different purpose.
Kang Mina stood near his window, tugging the hood of her sweatshirt higher over her head. She kept glancing around, her heart hammering with equal parts thrill and terror. She didn't even understand why she was doing this. Curiosity? Her ridiculous crush? Maybe both.
This man was Mysterious. Too cold, too intimidating, too silent. The kind of man every girl warns herself to avoid, but still ends up thinking about.
Mina swallowed, whispering to herself,
"Okay, Mina... you can do this. Just... check who he even is. No big deal."
She slid her fingers under the window latch and pushed upward. It creaked-loudly.
Mina froze.
Inside the house, Jungkook's body went still, like a predator catching the first hint of danger. His expression changed instantly.... eyes sharp, posture straight, his calm replaced with something colder.
The sound came again.... the window sliding, hesitant, forced.
Mina exhaled softly and climbed in, one leg swinging over the sill, then the other... trying to land quietly, but her shoe hit the wooden floor with a dull thud.
That was enough.
Jungkook's brows lowered. His jaw ticked. Without a second thought, he stood and walked to the side table. He opened the drawer and wrapped his fingers around something he hadn't held in weeks.
A gun.
Just the weight of it grounded him.... reminded him of the world he'd been born into, the world he'd always been prepared for.
Someone had broken into his house.
And Jungkook was not the kind of man to like surprises.
He slipped the safety off silently.
Footsteps... light ones-moved into his living room slowly and nervously.
Jungkook stepped forward, his voice deep, icy, and lethal.
"Move again," he warned, "and I shoot."
A choked gasp. Mina froze instantly, her hands jumping up on their own.
"I-I'm not a thief!" she squeaked. "Wait-wait-don't shoot! Please don't-"
Jungkook's expression barely changed. His gun stayed lifted, eyes cold.
"Turn around." he ordered.
Mina obeyed slowly, turning with her hands still raised.
The moment their eyes met, Jungkook's brows drew together slightly not with softness, but with recognition.
"You," he said flatly.
Mina swallowed loudly.
"Y-Yeah... hi."
Jungkook didn't lower the gun.
"What are you doing in my house?"
"I-I was just... curious," Mina stammered, sweating, "about you.
That's all! You're so quiet and mysterious and-kind of hot-I mean, no!
That's not what I meant-I- and wait-why is there a gun in your hand?
? Who are you exactly??" She asked her eyes widening seeing the weapon but the other just ignored them.
Jungkook stared at her as though she had spoken in another language.
"You broke into my house," he said slowly, "to... what? Admire me?"
Mina nodded weakly. "S-Sort of..."
Jungkook shook his head. "Unbelievable."
He finally lowered the gun.
Not because he trusted her, he just realized this wasn't a threat.
This was stupidity.
And stupidity was worse.
Jungkook gestured toward the window.
"Get out."
"But-"
"Now. Before I drag you out myself."
Mina froze at the sound of his voice... low, flat, and deadly.
"I just... I just asked why there's a gun in your hand," she whispered again, even though her knees trembled. She couldn't read his expression, couldn't tell if he was annoyed or furious. All she knew was that his eyes had gone cold.
Jungkook's jaw flexed once.
Being questioned was the one thing he never tolerated.
"I said," Jungkook repeated, quieter this time-dangerously quieter,
"Get. Out."
Mina shook her head before she could stop herself, fear and obsession muddling together.
And that was it.
Jungkook crossed the room in three steps.
Before Mina even understood what was happening, her head snapped back....his fingers twisted in her hair, gripping so brutally her scalp felt like it was ripping apart. She cried out, both hands flying up to grab his wrist.
"Wh-Mr.-!"
Her voice cracked.
He shoved the cold barrel of the gun against the center of her forehead.
Mina froze so completely she forgot to breathe.
"I'm not the kind of man," he said, voice calm enough to chill her blood, "who tolerates idiots breaking into my house."
Mina whimpered, legs going weak beneath her.
"I-I didn't mean-please-"
"I warned you once," Jungkook continued, pressing the barrel harder until her knees nearly buckled, "that you're playing with the wrong man. But you keep pushing it."
Her lips trembled as tears spilled down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry-I'm sorry-I won't ever come here again, I swear, please- don't kill me- I won't tell anyone-I-please-"
She felt the gun shift, the faint movement of his finger near the trigger.
Jungkook's grip in her hair tightened again, drawing out another choked whimper from her throat.
"You should've thought of that," he murmured, tilting her head back even more, "before crawling through my window like a damn rat."
Her breath hitched in terror.
"If I ever," Jungkook whispered, each word sharp as a blade, "see you anywhere near this house again... I'll make sure the only thing left of you is your scalp on my floor."
He shoved her away. Hard.
Mina stumbled, falling hard on her palms... hair wrecked, face burning red, clothes disheveled, legs shaking uncontrollably.
Jungkook didn't look at her again.
He simply walked back to the couch, sat down, and rested the gun on his thigh-casually as though threatening a woman's life was barely a wrinkle in his night.
"Get out," he said without turning his head, voice dripping with venom.
"Before I decide to finish what I started."
Mina scrambled to her feet, nodding frantically, backing away like a terrified animal.
"Yes-yes sir-yes-I'm sorry-" she sobbed as she rushed to the door.
She didn't breathe until she was outside, running, almost tripping on her own feet.
Silence settled again in the house.
Jungkook exhaled through his nose, annoyed.
"Bitch." he muttered under his breath, shaking his head once as if brushing off a mosquito.
Then like nothing had happened
he picked up the ring box again.
The blue moon ring shimmered softly under the moonlight.
His expression softened just a fraction, the cruelty draining into a strange, quiet ache.
And he sank back into the couch, staring at the ring like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.
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Taehyung stepped out into the cool night air, rubbing his arms as he walked toward the iron gate to lock it for the night. The house behind him was quiet... Gyuri and Gyubin were asleep, the world finally peaceful.
He was halfway across the porch when a sudden thud echoed from next door.
Taehyung paused.
The door of Jungkook's house slammed shut, and someone stumbled out... hair a mess, clothes wrinkled, one shoe half-off.
Taehyung squinted.
Kang Mina.
The same girl who used to hover around the Ceo. The same girl he almost threw a stone at.
But now she was... limping.
Her clothes crumpled. Her hair sticking to her cheeks. Her lips... swollen, red.
Taehyung's eyes widened.
She kept muttering to herself, clutching her bag like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
"Oh god... he's a wild animal," she whispered shakily, holding her scalp as she winced.
Taehyung froze where he stood, fingers tightening around the gate latch.
A strange, sharp pain punched him right in the chest.
What...?
He watched her drag herself down the path, knees weak, one hand still trembling. Her perfume... sweet and cheap floated faintly as she passed him without noticing.
Taehyung swallowed hard.
His pulse thudded painfully.
Her clothes... the way she couldn't walk straight... her breath, all broken and uneven.
It looked like.....
No. No, no.
His stomach dropped.
His palms went cold.
Did Jungkook...?
He suddenly remembered the CEO's strength.... how his grip could bruise, how his voice could darken like a storm, how his hands felt when they clamped onto Taehyung's waist earlier.
The CEO was rough in sex.
A sadist with control issues.
Someone who didn't know how to hold back when anger or lust mixed.
And Mina....she wasn't crying, but she looked like someone who had been overpowered, consumed, wrecked.
Taehyung's breath hitched.
His chest tightened like a fist was squeezing it from the inside.
Why does it... hurt?
He pressed a hand to his sternum, confused and suddenly nauseous.
He didn't like Jungkook.
He shouldn't care who this man touched.
He shouldn't care whose clothes the CEO ripped off or whose lips he bruised.
But watching Mina stumble away like that...
Watching her look like she had just been through something brutal, something intimate....
It felt like a blade slid right into Taehyung's ribs.
He inhaled shakily.
"Jeon Jungkook..." he whispered under his breath, eyes burning for reasons he didn't understand.
Maybe Jungkook got frustrated.
Maybe the cold, bored CEO needed someone to release on.
Maybe Mina showed up begging for attention and-
Taehyung shook his head, feeling something ugly claw up his throat.
Why do I feel so heavy? Why does it hurt so much?
He gripped the gate harder as Mina finally disappeared into the dark street.
The night felt colder suddenly.
Taehyung stood there, heart beating unevenly, staring at Jungkook's house.... its lights still on, its windows glowing softly.
He exhaled, but it came out shaky.
"...you're really a-a wild animal," he whispered, voice cracking just a little. Eyes burning with warm tears.
And for the first time that night...
Taehyung didn't know if he was angry at Jungkook...or jealous of Kang Mina. Or both or even worse.
A fucking pretentious man.
"Always pretending to be loyal," Taehyung spat under his breath, but the bitterness cracked halfway through, breaking into something softer... something wounded.
The tears slipped before he could bite them back. Hot. Humiliating.
He swiped them away fast, almost angrily, as if punishing himself for letting them fall at all.
He turned around and locked the iron gate with shaking fingers.
Taehyung didn't want to look again.
But he did. He couldn't stop staring.
Couldn't stop imagining.
His stomach twisted. His throat burned.
And something vicious folded inside his chest.
"He just-he just pretends," Taehyung whispered, voice trembling as he walked back up the porch steps, each footstep heavier than the last. "Pretends he's loyal... pretends he's only waiting for me..."
His breath broke. "I hate him... I-I hate him so much."
Another tear tracked down. He wiped it fast again, like it offended him.
He opened the door, stepped inside, and shut it with a loud thud-leaning back against it, eyes shutting tight, every bone in his body suddenly too tired to hold him up.
For a moment he just stood there, chest rising and falling, breath shallow and uneven. Like his ribs were bruised from the inside.Like something was collapsing quietly in him.
He pushed himself off the door and moved down the hallway, dragging himself. Shoulders hunched, carrying a weight far heavier than anger.... something that tasted like betrayal even though he kept telling himself he had no right to feel betrayed.
He opened the bedroom door.
And there she was.
Gyuri. His little girl.
Curled on the center of the bed, tiny fists clutching her blanket, lips parted in soft baby breaths. Peaceful. Untouched by hurt. Untouched by the heartbreak sitting in her father's chest.
Taehyung stood there, staring at her, trying to breathe through the pressure behind his ribs.
He meant to walk to her.
He meant to get in bed beside her.
He meant to pretend he was fine.
But his knees buckled before he even moved.
He slid down the wall slowly, helplessly until he was sitting on the floor, back pressed to the cold plaster, legs pulled up slightly.
His fingers trembled where they rested on his knees. His head tipped forward.
A shaky exhale broke out of him.
And then, finally, he let himself crumble.
Crying silently into the dim room, watching his daughter sleep...the only steady thing left tonight while the thought echoed in him like a bruise he kept pressing:
And Taehyung felt his heart split cleanly down the middle.
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Morning crept in quietly.
Taehyung moved through the house like a ghost, every step slow, every breath shallow. His eyes were swollen, an angry, raw pink around the edges-evidence of the night he hadn't managed to sleep through. His body felt heavy, drained, as though all the crying had carved out pieces of him.
He knew he could march over to Jungkook and ask what happened. Demand answers. Ask why Kang Mina looked like that.
But... what right did he have?
None.
He was the one who walked away. He was the one who said he wanted nothing to do with Jungkook.
So how would it look if he suddenly questioned him about another woman?
Humiliating. Pathetic.
Already he wanted to crawl out of his own skin remembering the stone he threw at Jungkook in jealousy.
Jealousy.
God, how embarrassing.
Gyuri cooed from the bathroom, her tiny feet kicking in the air as Taehyung wrapped her up in a fluffy towel. Her soft baby hair stuck to her forehead, lashes clumped and shiny from the bath. She smelled like warm milk and baby soap.
"Mhmm... paaa..." she squeaked, reaching out with both chubby arms... hands opening and closing like a little starfish begging to be held.
Taehyung didn't react.
Not because he didn't want to, his heart throbbed at the sound but he couldn't bring himself to smile today.
Gyuri sensed it instantly.
Her lower lip wobbled... just a little.
Her eyes went glassy, lashes trembling like she was trying her hardest not to cry.
Before the whimper could escape, the bedroom door creaked.
Gyubin padded in... hair still a little messy, school uniform slightly crooked, tying his shoelaces while walking like he was used to multitasking at the age of Eight.
He had just returned from sneaking a mango candy to Jungkook's house, mission clearly accomplished with pride.
Gyuri's pout turned dramatic the moment she noticed him.
Her arms flailed toward her brother, feet kicking inside the towel bundle-tiny protests, tiny demands.
Gyubin froze for half a second, then his entire face melted.
"Riri baby... oh no, who upset you?" he whispered, rushing forward.
He pressed soft kisses to her plump cheeks, one after another.
Gyuri let out a squeaky little "hmmph!"-equal parts greeting and complaint and immediately buried her wet face into his neck.
Gyubin laughed under his breath and scooped her up with practiced ease, wobbling a little under her weight but steadying himself like a tiny pro.
"Come here, princess... big brother's got you," he murmured, bouncing her gently until her whines softened into happy coos again.
Taehyung watched them....love swelling, pain tightening right beneath it.
He adored his babies more than life.
But today... everything inside him felt scraped raw.
He wiped his face once more... not tears, just the weight of yesterday still clinging stubbornly to his skin and forced his posture straight.
A new morning.
But the shadows of last night still clung to him... darker than he wished they would.
Gyubin gently laid Gyuri back on the bed, trying to soothe her little whines with soft pats.
"Appa... I don't wanna go to school," he mumbled, inching closer until his cheek pressed against Taehyung's stomach like he always did when seeking comfort.
Taehyung glanced down at him, eyes dull and distant. He pulled the little beanie over Gyubin's freshly shaved head, adjusting it with slow, mechanical movements.
"You should go," he said quietly...too quietly, too flat.
Gyubin froze. That wasn't Appa's normal morning voice. There was no softness, no teasing warmth... just something cold and sealed shut.
Gyubin lifted his head, frowning up at him.
"Appa... what happened?"
Taehyung's throat bobbed. He couldn't look into those round, searching eyes not when he could barely keep himself together.
He tore his gaze away, fingers tightening around Gyubin's small hand.
"Let's go," he murmured. "The bus will arrive soon."
Gyubin blinked, startled. His appa's face looked carved from stone....no smile, no light, only exhaustion and hurt he was too young to understand.
Taehyung's grip on his hand was gentle, but everything else about him.... his stiff shoulders, his faraway stare, his silence-felt wrong.
Gyubin walked beside his appa without tugging his sleeve or skipping.
Because Taehyung wasn't just quiet.
He was cold.
And Gyubin didn't know why. But it scared him.
Taehyung helped Gyubin climb into the school bus, one hand steadying the boy's back.
Gyubin turned around, beaming, pressing his palms to the window as he waved eagerly.
"Appa!" he mouthed with a bright smile.
Taehyung only lifted a hand half-heartedly. His face didn't soften, not even a little.
His eyes stayed blank, tired like the light behind them hadn't returned since last night.
When the bus rolled away, Taehyung exhaled and turned toward his porch, shoulders sinking. He just wanted to go inside and bury everything he felt.
But then the door of the next house opened.
Jungkook stepped out.
He walked down the steps with slow, heavy steps, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette lazily between his fingers. The smoke curled around his face, the early morning light cutting across his sharp jaw.
He looked devastating-messy hair, broad shoulders tense, eyes tired from a night of no sleep. But the moment he saw Taehyung... his gaze softened. Completely.
Like instinct.
Like muscle memory.
Like something in him loosened just because Taehyung was standing there.
But Taehyung didn't meet him halfway.
He froze, jaw clenching so tightly the muscle ticked. His expression twisted not in confusion, not in shyness but in pure, cold disgust. He looked at Jungkook like looking at him physically hurt.
And then he tore his gaze away. No sarcastic taunt. No hesitation. Just walked toward his front door with quick, silent steps.
Jungkook's brows pulled together.
What... was that?
His hand stilled around the cigarette. A flicker of frustration, confusion ans concern crossed his eyes as he watched Taehyung disappear inside without a single glance back.
Jungkook took a long drag, smoke shaking slightly in his lungs, his stare pinned to Taehyung's door.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
And for the first time... he didn't know what the hell he had done.