Jeon Jungkоok.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook allowed himself a slow sip of whiskey, watching Taehyung's flawless performance.

The man sat surrounded by five imposing, gray-haired men, their gazes lingering on him. Taehyung's movements were light and graceful, like his smile when he delivered yet another damning argument. His fingers, long and slender, lazily traced the rim of his glass, and the men, these business sharks, followed his movements with their gazes, as if enchanted.

Jungkook leaned back on the couch, feeling something like… curiosity inside: how far would the younger one go in the task given to them by their boss? A task that required getting the rivals to sign a contract.

Jungkook himself could have been there, nearby—after all, that was what his rivalry with Taehyung was supposed to be. But the elder wanted Kim to win, to see superiority, confidence, and pride in his eyes.

After all, he loved him. No matter how much the younger one wanted to get ahead, leaving the older one behind.

He saw one of the men, the most assertive, place his hand on his thigh and hold it there. Kim didn't flinch, only leaned slightly and said something, and the man laughed, removing his hand, but his gaze grew even more intrigued.

'Well then, my little kitten,' thought Jungkook, continuing to watch. 'Let's see what lengths you're willing to go to win?'