Jungkook

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Taehyung carefully buried his past: a different city, a new position, a formal suit replacing his old habits, and a name he hadn't spoken out loud in a long time. This place was supposed to be a blank slate—without pain, without memories, without the person who once knew how to break his silence.

But the door to the director's office opened, burying the last hopes for a calm future.

At the desk, in a bright, almost sterile office, sat his ex—Jungkook. The one whose face Taehyung had so desperately tried to forget all these years.

Jungkook looked different: colder, more collected, more mature. No smile, not a hint of recognition in his gaze. Just a businesslike tone and a short, "What? "

• Come in, Jung Taehyung.

The voice was flat, icy, and there was a clear sense of disdain in it.

“I’m Kim Taehyung…” he corrected quietly but stubbornly.

The director rose slowly, walked around the desk, and stood too close. So close that Taehyung could feel his breath on his face and the familiar tension in his chest.

• You used to like it when I called you that.