The air inside the luxurious office was thick with tension and the faint scent of his cologne. The tall glass windows overlooked the misty pine forest surrounding Jeon Jungkook’s secluded cabin, far from the eyes of the world—but not far enough to silence Yn’s growing panic.

Yn sat on Jungkook’s lap, her fingers clutching his shirt as his lips trailed hungrily down her neck, grazing her skin with a possessive fire. Her breathing was uneven, her heart thudding against her chest—not just from his kisses, but from the fear of being caught.

Jungkook…” she whispered breathlessly, trying to push him away, her hands trembling against his broad chest. “Not here… please. We’re in your office. If anyone hears us—”

But he didn’t stop.

Jungkook didn’t even flinch. He didn’t stop. His voice was low, dangerously calm against her skin.

“I don’t give a damn, baby,” he murmured, his teeth grazing her collarbone. “You’re supposed to be with me… all the time. Whether it’s office…” he kissed her shoulder, “home…” he nipped gently near her jaw, “or my bed.”

Yn gasped and gave his shoulder a firm smack. “Jungkook!” she scolded, flustered and wide-eyed. Her heart pounded not only from his touch, but from the sound of a sudden knock on the door.

Panic overtook her. She instantly stood up, smoothing her skirt and fixing her hair, barely able to catch her breath. Jungkook sat back in his chair, watching her with a dark, lazy smirk. There was a flicker of amusement in his eyes… but underneath it, a dangerous glint.

“Enter,” he commanded, voice sharp.

The door opened slowly.

Mr. Lee stepped in, head down, flipping through a file. “Sir, regarding the—”

His voice stopped dead when he saw Yn standing beside Jungkook, her face flushed, hands nervously clasped in front of her.

“Miss Yn?” Mr. Lee blinked, confused. “You’re here? I thought you were working on the file I gave you to sort out—?”

Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk. “Right. I remember. Let’s get that over with.”

Yn straightened, her voice barely steady. “Yes, sir. It’s almost ready. I should… I should get back to it,” she said quickly, her voice clipped and formal. Without another glance, she rushed out of the cabin, her heels echoing down the hallway.

Mr. Lee’s eyes lingered at the door before turning back to Jungkook, confused. But before he could question it, Jungkook’s voice interrupted, colder now.

“Why are you still standing here, Mr. Lee?”

Mr. Lee cleared his throat and faced Jungkook. “Mr. Jeon… Mr. Kim and his son are here. For the collaboration—you said you wanted to meet them personally?”

Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk. “Right. I remember. Let’s get that over with.”

Jungkook stood up slowly, adjusting his cuffs, his demeanor calm but his mind clearly elsewhere. He paused just before exiting the room.

“Oh, and Mr. Lee,” he added, without turning back, “I want you to arrange a new office for Yn. On my floor.”

Mr. Lee’s brows lifted slightly in surprise. “Sir?”

“She’s my secretary,” Jungkook said flatly. “I want her close to me. Always.”

The intensity in his voice made Mr. Lee uncomfortable, but he masked it with a nod. “Understood, Mr. Jeon. I’ll see to it today.”

Jungkook gave a single nod, then stepped out of the office with Mr. Lee trailing behind. But in his mind, he wasn’t thinking about the deal with the Kims.

He was thinking about Yn.

Her scent.

The way she flinched when he got too close.

And the way she still let him.

Jungkook's lips curled into a twisted smirk.

She could run… she could resist… but she’d always end up in his arms.

Because no matter what… she belonged to him.

And he wasn’t going to let her forget it.

Meanwhile

The soft humming of the fluorescent lights above did little to calm the storm inside Yn's chest. She stood at the basin, gripping its edges tightly, her knuckles white from tension. Her breaths came out short and fast, panic still lingering in her eyes. The encounter in the corridor moments ago had nearly exposed everything. She had almost been caught—caught in Jungkook's web again, under the same roof, in front of so many unfamiliar eyes.

Thump… Thump… Thump.

She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. “That was close,” she whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible. He is changed—bolder, fearless, reckless even.

Yn gripped the edge of the sink, her fingers trembling slightly. Cold water dripped from her fingertips as she stared down, avoiding the mirror. Her heart was racing.

But I’m not ready,” she murmured to herself. “I don’t want people to know… not yet.”

She closed her eyes and splashed more water on her face. The chill helped her regain a sliver of composure. But when she finally dared to look into the mirror—

Her breath caught.

His dark eyes stared back at her with unreadable intensity, his tall figure still and almost too quiet to be real.

“Ah—!” she gasped, a scream threatening to break free, but before a sound could escape, his hand clamped firmly over her mouth.

“Shh,” he whispered in her ear, low and steady. “It’s me. Don’t scream.”

He moved quickly, pinning her gently yet firmly against the nearby tiled wall. His body hovered close, his hand still over her mouth as her wide, startled eyes looked up at him.

“Yn, relax. I’m not here to hurt you,” he said, voice deep, husky, but calm. “I just didn’t want you to alert anyone.”

Her hands instinctively reached to push him away, but he didn’t budge. The way he looked at her—it wasn’t threatening. It was curious, worried, and something else she couldn’t quite place.

You were about to scream,” he said, releasing his hand slowly from her mouth. “And I couldn’t risk that. Not now.”

Yn gasped for breath, her eyes flicking toward the door. Her voice trembled. “W-What the hell are you doing here, Taehyung?! How—how did you even—?”

I could ask you the same,” he replied coolly, stepping back just enough to let her breathe but not escape. “Working at Jeon Corporation? You? After everything?

I’m here for work,” Yn responded sharply, the fear in her tone quickly replaced with irritation. “Unlike you and your games, some of us live normal lives.”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched slightly. “You think this is normal?” He leaned closer, his breath brushing her cheek.

“You think Jungkook assigning you to this job, dragging you into his world again is normal?”

Yn froze.

“I know everything, Yn.” His voice dropped further, softer yet more dangerous. “You don’t know what you’ve stepped into. And you don’t realize how far he’ll go.”

“Why do you care?” she shot back, her voice shaking.

It’s... it’s none of your business,” she replied defensively, trying to push past him. But he blocked her path again, his arm shooting out to stop her.

Because…” Taehyung’s expression shifted, a flicker of pain behind his eyes. “Because I don’t want to see you disappear.”

Their eyes locked. For a moment, time seemed to stop. The fluorescent lights hummed above, the distant footsteps outside unnoticed. Yn didn’t speak, but her heart thudded harder.

Silence fell between them. The air thickened. Yn’s back was still against the cold wall, her heart pounding again—this time for a different reason. Taehyung's presence had always been intense, but now, it felt like he was shielding her from something more terrifying than she wanted to admit.

Taehyung finally pulled away, releasing her wrist. He turned to leave, but before exiting the washroom, he paused at the door.

“Be careful, Yn. The Jungkook you knew… isn’t the same anymore.”

And just like that, he slipped out, leaving Yn breathless, confused, and trembling in the silence.

To be continued …