The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall glass windows of Jeon Enterprises, casting a warm golden glow over the sleek, modern office. Jungkook sat behind his expansive mahogany desk, his dark eyes focused on the screen of his laptop, brows slightly furrowed in concentration. Papers were neatly stacked to one side, a steaming cup of black coffee within reach, and the faint hum of the air conditioner filled the otherwise quiet space. His tailored black suit hugged his frame perfectly, the top button of his crisp white shirt undone, giving him a relaxed yet commanding presence. Despite the professional setting, there was a softness in the air—a subtle anticipation that lingered around him.

The door to his office swung open with a soft creak, and Jungkook’s head snapped up. His eyes immediately softened as he saw you, YN, stepping inside, a familiar lunch box in your hands. Your presence was like a breath of fresh air in the sterile corporate environment. You wore a soft pastel sweater tucked into high-waisted jeans, your hair loosely tied back, a few strands framing your face. The office staff, who had grown accustomed to your visits, exchanged knowing smiles. It was no secret that the CEO, Jeon Jungkook, and you were deeply in love—a fact that made everyone in the office melt a little every time you showed up.

Jungkook’s fingers hesitated over the keyboard for a split second before he swiftly closed his laptop with a soft *click*. The action was subtle but deliberate, and you noticed it, your lips pressing into a small pout as you approached his desk. You set the lunch box down with a gentle thud, crossing your arms as you stood before him, your eyes flickering with a mix of affection and mild irritation.

“Baby,” Jungkook’s voice was low and warm, a teasing lilt in it as he reached out, his hand gently wrapping around your wrist. With a soft tug, he pulled you closer, guiding you to sit on his lap. His arms instinctively encircled your waist, his touch firm yet tender. You let out a small huff, turning your head to the side, your pout deepening.

Jungkook chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he leaned closer, his breath brushing against your ear. “Where’s my sneaky bunny going, hmm?” he teased, his voice dripping with playful affection. His fingers tightened slightly on your waist as you squirmed, trying to stand up, but his grip was unrelenting, keeping you securely in place.

“Leave me, Kookie,” you mumbled, your voice soft but carrying that stubborn edge that Jungkook found endlessly adorable. You wiggled again, but it was no use—Jungkook’s strength was no match for your half-hearted escape attempt.

“Not a chance,” he murmured, his tone light but his eyes sparkling with mischief. In one fluid motion, he stood, lifting you effortlessly in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You let out a surprised squeak, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for balance. Jungkook grinned, his bunny-like smile lighting up his face as he grabbed the lunch box with his free hand and carried you toward the plush leather couch in the corner of his office.

“Jungkook!” you protested, though the way your voice softened betrayed how little you actually minded. He settled you both on the couch, keeping you in his lap as he placed the lunch box on the small table in front of you. His arm remained snug around your waist, his other hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

You were sulking, and Jungkook knew exactly why. A few weeks ago, the two of you had agreed you’d start working together at Jeon Enterprises. You were excited, eager to contribute and spend more time with him. But Jungkook, ever the protective and doting boyfriend, had other plans. He’d insisted you take some time for yourself, to enjoy “girl stuff” as he called it—shopping, spa days, or just relaxing. At first, you’d indulged him, spending time with Yuna, Jimin’s wife, who had become your closest friend since the day you met. The two of you had bonded instantly, sharing long phone calls and coffee dates. But when Yuna and Jimin left for Paris on a business trip, you found yourself restless, missing the purpose that work gave you.

What you didn’t know was that Jungkook’s insistence wasn’t just about giving you leisure time. For the past month, he’d been secretly working on a surprise—a dream you’d once shared with him, a passion you’d sacrificed long ago. He’d been pouring late nights into it, ensuring every detail was perfect, and he couldn’t risk you finding out by letting you into his office. Today, though, was the day he’d finally reveal it.

Jungkook opened the lunch box with care, the aroma of your homemade cooking filling the air. He smiled softly, his eyes warm as he looked at you. “Let’s have lunch together, angel,” he said, his voice gentle but coaxing.

You crossed your arms again, your pout returning. “No, I’m not hungry,” you declared, though the way your eyes flickered to the food betrayed your words.

Jungkook sighed dramatically, leaning back against the couch. “Okay, then I won’t eat either,” he said, his tone teasing but with a hint of stubbornness. He knew exactly how to get to you—mentioning his health was a surefire way to make you cave. You were well aware of his recent decision to quit smoking, a choice he’d made for both himself and you, and the medication he was taking required him to eat regularly.

Your eyes narrowed, a mix of concern and exasperation crossing your features. “Jungkook,” you said, your voice softening despite your attempt to stay stern. “You *have* to eat.”

He grinned, sensing victory. “Then let’s eat together, yeah?” he said, picking up a piece of kimbap and holding it to your lips. You hesitated for a moment, then opened your mouth, letting him feed you. His smile widened as he took a bite himself, the two of you falling into a comfortable rhythm. Within minutes, the lunch box was empty, and Jungkook was wiping a stray grain of rice from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, his touch lingering.

Satisfied, he stood, carrying the empty lunch box back to his desk. He pulled out his phone, dialing his assistant. “Mr. Choi, cancel my meetings and appointments for the rest of the day. I’m heading home,” he said, his tone firm but calm. He hung up without waiting for a response, turning back to you.

You were tidying up the small table, carefully arranging the lunch box’s containers. Jungkook’s heart swelled at the sight—you were always so meticulous, so caring. He crossed the room in a few strides, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “Angel,” he murmured against your ear, his voice low and warm. “Come on, let’s go on a date.”

You stiffened slightly in his arms, turning to face him with a skeptical look. “No, I’m not going anywhere,” you said, trying to wriggle free, but Jungkook’s hold was gentle yet unyielding. He turned you to face him, his hands cupping your cheeks, his thumbs brushing lightly against your skin.

“You don’t want to see the surprise I’ve been preparing for you for two months?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

Your brows furrowed, curiosity piqued despite your lingering frustration. “What surprise, Kookie?” you asked, your voice softer now, the nickname slipping out naturally.

Jungkook’s lips curved into a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’ll love it, I promise. Come on,” he said, his hands sliding down to your waist again. He guided you toward the door, pausing only to grab his coat and yours from the rack. The office staff bowed respectfully as you passed, and you nodded back, your cheeks flushing slightly at the attention. Jungkook’s hand never left your waist, his touch a comforting anchor as you stepped into the elevator.

As the doors closed, he pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Trust me, angel,” he whispered. “This is going to be worth it.”

The elevator dinged, and you stepped out into the lobby, Jungkook leading you to his sleek black car parked out front. He opened the passenger door for you, his hand lingering on yours as you slid inside. As he rounded the car to the driver’s side, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation. Whatever this surprise was, the way Jungkook’s eyes sparkled told you it was something big—something that would make your heart race just as much as he always did.

He started the engine, casting you a quick, playful glance. “Ready, sneaky bunny?” he teased, and despite your earlier pout, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Fine, Kookie,” you said, leaning back in the seat. “But this better be good.”

“Oh, it will be,” he promised, his voice low and full of love as he drove off, the city lights blurring past, carrying you both toward a moment you’d never forget.

The car rolled to a stop in a quieter part of the city, where the usual bustle of Seoul gave way to a serene, open space. The late afternoon sun bathed the area in a warm, amber glow, casting long shadows across the construction site that stood before you. A massive, modern building was taking shape, its skeletal structure already hinting at elegance and grandeur. Cranes loomed overhead, workers moved with purpose, and the air hummed with the promise of something extraordinary. At the top of the building, bold letters gleamed in the sunlight, spelling out *SATIN SOL*.

You stepped out of the car, your eyes wide as you took in the sight. Your heart skipped a beat, a mix of confusion and curiosity swirling within you. You turned to Jungkook, who was already watching you with a soft, knowing smile. His black coat fluttered slightly in the breeze, his dark hair catching the golden light. He looked effortlessly handsome, but it was the warmth in his eyes that made your breath catch.

“Kook…” you started, your voice barely above a whisper as you gestured toward the building. “What is this? Another office for Jeon Enterprises?”

Jungkook’s smile widened, and he stepped closer, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. “Your dream office, baby,” he said softly, his voice laced with affection. “The one you always wanted, right?”

Your eyes darted back to the building, then to him, shock rendering you momentarily speechless. *SATIN SOL*. The name felt familiar, like a whisper from a dream you’d tucked away long ago. You’d always wanted to be a fashion designer, sketching designs in secret notebooks, dreaming of runways and fabrics that told stories. But life—circumstances, sacrifices—had forced you to set that dream aside. And now, here it was, standing before you in steel and glass, as real as the man beside you.

“Jungkook…” Your voice trembled, your cheeks wobbling as tears pricked at your eyes. “You… you did this?”

He stepped closer, his hands gently finding your shoulders, his touch grounding you as your emotions threatened to overwhelm. “Angel,” he said, his voice steady but filled with quiet determination. “I want you to pursue your dream now. You always wanted to be a fashion designer, right? It’s time you do it.” His thumbs brushed lightly against your shoulders, his eyes searching yours. “I learned something, baby—you can’t live without your dreams. You’ve made so many sacrifices for me, for others. Now it’s your time to shine.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. The weight of his words settled deep in your chest, stirring something you’d buried for years. “From… from when have you been planning this?” you managed to ask, your voice thick with emotion.

Jungkook’s smile softened, a flicker of guilt passing through his eyes. “The very next day you chose to give me a second chance,” he admitted. “I thought about fixing things back then, setting terms, controlling everything. But not anymore, baby. We can’t complete our dreams by putting terms on them. We just live, love, and support each other. You—” He lifted his hands to cup your cheeks, his touch so gentle it made your heart ache. “You’re the reason I realized caging someone isn’t love.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and you bit your lip to keep from sobbing. Jungkook’s thumbs brushed the tears away, his gaze unwavering. “A few months ago, when you joined my office, I… I got into your house one day. I saw your sketches, your designs, everything you worked on in your free time. I saw how much you loved it, how much it meant to you. I messed up a lot, YN, but when you forgave me, I knew I had to make this right. I had to make your dream come true.”

Your breath hitched, your hands trembling as you reached up to cover his. “Kookie…”

“I got you enrolled in a design school, baby,” he continued, his voice soft but brimming with excitement. “You’ll learn everything you need, and then we’ll build this together. *Satin Sol*—your fashion empire. I can already see you as the best designer, angel. I know you will be.”

A sob broke free, and before you could stop yourself, you threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. “I love you, Kookie,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his shirt. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you as if he’d never let go.

“This is why I didn’t want you to join the company,” he murmured into your hair. “Your classes start soon, and I wanted you to have time to enjoy yourself, to prepare. You’ve done so much for me, YN. Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

You pulled back slightly, your eyes glistening as you looked up at him. Jungkook leaned down, resting his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet moment. “Until I’m alive,” he whispered, “every dream of yours is my responsibility to fulfill. I know I’ve caused problems in our life, baby, but now it’s our time to start anew. And you’re going to do this—you’re going to shine.”

He tilted your chin up, his lips brushing away the tears on your cheeks, each kiss a tender promise. “I love you, angel,” he said softly. “I want you to focus on your dream, and I’ll be right here with you, no matter what. Just like you’ve always been with me.”

You closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was soft, deep, and full of unspoken vows. The world around you faded—the hum of construction, the distant city sounds—until it was just the two of you, wrapped in each other. The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, casting a warm glow over the building that symbolized your new beginning. This kiss wasn’t just love; it was a promise, a shared dream, and the start of a new chapter in your lives.

As you pulled back, your eyes locked with his, a smile tugging at your lips. Jungkook grinned, his bunny-like smile lighting up his face as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Ready to build your empire, my designer?” he teased, his voice warm with pride.

You nodded, your heart full. “With you by my side? Always.”

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*"In the fabric of our dreams, every thread is woven with love, and together,

we’ll craft a legacy that shines for eternity.”

The End ….