Jeon Jungkook

Taehyung stood in front of the massive doors of the CEO's office, his fingers involuntarily clenching into fists. The silent hallway, as if forgotten by time, echoed the beating of his heart. He didn't know who exactly set him up - but he knew one thing: if Jungkook believed in his guilt, it was all over.

The guard nodded with a cold gaze, opening the doors. Taehyung entered.

In the semi-darkness, illuminated only by the soft light of the lamp on the massive table, sat Jungkook. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were icy. In front of him lay a folder. He did not even look at Tae.

• Sit down.

The voice was calm, but there was a threat in it. Taehyung obeyed, sinking into the chair. He felt the tension twisting his muscles, as if they were about to explode.

"Are you saying it wasn't you?" Jungkook asked quietly, finally looking him in the eye. "The evidence points to you. Cameras. Intercepted communications. Even fingerprints."

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