MR.JEON 💜📖 Part 6 The Devil in a Suit
The next few days passed like clockwork — mechanical, precise, and suffocating.
Y/N could feel his gaze even when the glass door was closed.
Jungkook found new reasons to summon her almost every hour.
(It sat right next to his elbow.)
She wordlessly handed it over. He didn't thank her. Didn't even look.
Each word felt deliberate — a test, a punishment, or maybe... a reminder.
And every time she left his office, her pulse was just a little faster, her patience thinner.
By the fourth time that day, she couldn't help herself.
The air between them stilled — thick, charged, too close.
Her breath caught, but she didn't look away.
If this was a war, she wasn't losing ground again.
(Her tone was calm, polite — but her eyes? Defiant.)
He held her stare for a second longer than necessary, jaw tightening just slightly before turning back to his desk.
His pen froze mid-stroke. But before he could reply, she turned and walked out — quiet heels echoing down the corridor.
Behind her, he exhaled slowly, gripping the pen until it cracked between his fingers.
Three days later.
The boardroom gleamed with glass and light — long table, twelve executives.
And Jeon Jungkook at the head.
Y/N stood with her tablet, explaining the new campaign plan with steady confidence.
One of the older executives leaned forward, impressed.
I'd like to see that implemented in Phase 2."
She smiled politely, pride flickering for a brief second—
until Jungkook's expression shifted.
Cold. Controlled. Dangerous.
team lead before they reach my board."
The air turned sharp. Everyone went silent.
Mr. Han opened his mouth, then closed it.
Y/N forced her posture straight, expression neutral.
But when the meeting ended, and the others began to leave, Jungkook's voice came again — low, quiet, lethal.
She turned, hands tightening around her tablet.
He stepped closer — close enough for her to catch the faint trace of his cologne, that same one from five years ago.
Silence.
Then a faint smirk, though his eyes didn't match it.