Jungkook. (KookV)

From the day Taehyung first walked into the Delacroix Tower, with his impeccable resume and perfectly ironed shirt, Jungkook knew he was screwed. But he never said a word. And Taehyung... Taehyung knew it before he even accepted the position. He researched Jungkook's every step, from the Swiss boarding school he attended to the brand of whiskey he drank every night. But also, he never said it. They played a dangerous game. One of stares, charged silences, and all-nighters... obsessed with each other, never crossing the line. Taehyung got up two hours earlier than necessary every day. Not because of traffic. Not because of work. He did it to read every new piece of news about Jungkook Delacroix. The social media, the business records, even his old college photos. He kept them all in a password-protected folder. He liked watching him in the office from his desk. The way he frowned when he thought, the way he drummed his fingers on the table whenever he was impatient. He knew he liked graphite gray suits. He knew he hated citrus perfumes. He even knew he dreamed of dropping everything and going to a cabin in Finland. Taehyung knew everything. Or at least he thought he did. Because Jungkook also had his own folders. A digital one. A physical one, hidden in a locked black box in his office. And they were all full of Taehyung: photos taken with the security camera, accidentally recorded voice notes, recordings of his laughter during calls. He'd even hired someone to know where he lived, what he did on weekends, what time he went to bed. And yet, none of them said anything. Everything was kept under a perfect, professional, polite surface.

You saw his folder hidden under his desk when you sneaked into his office.