MR.JEON 💜📖 Part 12 Echoes of Last Night
The office was unusually quiet that morning.
Only the faint hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic tapping of keyboards filled the space.
Y/N walked in early, her movements steady but her mind far from calm. Her coffee sat untouched beside her monitor as she stared blankly at the blinking cursor.
The events of last night played like static in her head — Seojun's hand, Jungkook's voice, the way the room had fallen silent after that single command
"Take your hands off her."
Her eyes drifted toward the row across from her.
Seojun's desk was empty.
Her fingers froze above the keyboard.
Y/N blinked, her chest tightening.
Y/N's breath caught.
She knew it wasn't about a report.
It was about last night.
Her pulse quickened as fragments replayed in her head — Seojun's grip on her wrist, Jungkook's sharp tone slicing through the noise.
Now Seojun was gone.
Just like that.
Y/N stared toward the far glass office — the blinds half-closed, Jungkook's silhouette faintly visible behind them.
A strange mix of fear and gratitude twisted in her chest.
Her laptop pinged.
A new email slid into view — the sender enough to make her stomach drop.
Her pulse stumbled.
She took a breath, closed her laptop, and rose. The sound of her heels against the floor was too loud, too sharp against the silence.