MR.JEON 💜📖 Part 4 Re at the Top Floor
Five years.
That's how long it's been since I last saw him — or rather, since I forced myself not to.
And now I stood in the bright glass lobby of my new company, nerves twisting in my stomach.
Everything about the place felt... familiar.
The elegance. The silence. The cold precision.
The elevator hummed as it climbed to the 13th floor — Strategy Division.
"The intercom buzzed, cutting him off.
"The whole floor froze.
Mr. Han blinked, clearly thrown.
The elevator doors opened to silence.
The executive floor smelled of polished marble and expensive coffee.
A sleek glass plaque read: JEON JUNGKOOK — CEO.
My breath caught.
The last time I said his name, it had been a whisper.
I knocked once.
I stepped inside.
The office was sleek, black, and still — just like him.
The click of the door sounded louder than it should.
Finally, he turned. Same eyes, sharper, colder.
(He pauses, eyes slowly scanning me with that knowing smirk.)
My throat tightened.
"He moves closer, his sarcasm fading into something heavier, sharper — an almost quiet dominance.
(His eyes lift to hers, sharp and unyielding.)
I made the coffee, set it in front of him. He didn't touch it — just stared.
My heart skipped.
He tilted his head.
A slow, satisfied smile tugged at his lips.
(After Y/N's tense meeting with Jungkook on the 25th floor, she heads back down toward her usual floor — 13th floor.)
As she reaches the 13th floor, she freezes.
The entire strategy team is busy packing desks, files, and personal items. Boxes are stacked, chairs being moved, and everyone looks both tired and excited.
Mr. Han spots her and waves her over.