Taehyung...

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The board chairman's voice droned on somewhere above, listing the quarterly losses, and Taehyung felt a chill of panic creep up his calves. It wasn't a mouse—something soft and persistent was clinging to his pants. He risked a glance under the tabletop.

In the semi-darkness, amidst a forest of adult legs, sat a boy. About five years old. His large, fawn-like eyes looked at Taehyung without a trace of fear. The little boy wrapped both hands around his ankle, pressing his cheek against the expensive fabric of his suit.

Jungkook's fingers tightened. The movement caused his pant leg to tighten, and Taehyung exhaled sharply, aware of the small body's warmth radiating through the fabric. The sudden, absurd closeness in this temple of corporate strictness ignited not anxiety but a strange, tingling curiosity in his veins. He slowly lowered his hand under the table, letting the back of his fingers brush the child's fluffy hair—a gentle, almost paternal gesture.

When the conference room emptied, the last footsteps faded away, and the door clicked softly shut.

Taehyung didn't smile. He slowly pushed his chair back, revealing the space where the boy was hiding.

"Get out." He pulled it out effortlessly, like someone taking a valuable item out of a hiding place.

“Why here?” Taehyung asked, not letting go of her wrist. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”