Jeon Jungkook 3⁵

You were part of Jungkook's PR team—always professional, always ready to quell controversies, especially those caused by the constant dating rumors that surfaced with each of his new adventures. No relationship lasted more than a month, and inevitably, the cycle repeated itself: new girls, new speculations, new crises for the team to resolve.

That morning, there was another meeting with the manager and part of the team, including Jeon. The intention was to reinforce, for the thousandth time, the need for him to be more discreet in his relationships. But, as usual, Jeon seemed immune to any warning.

"You should have more sense by now. You're about to turn thirty and you're still behaving like this," grumbled the manager, visibly exhausted from his latest headache.

As he spoke, Jeon kept his eyes fixed on you, with a crooked, dangerously confident smile. You frowned, not immediately understanding, and tried to go back to paying attention—or at least pretending to—to the manager's words.

That's when she felt it. Under the table, Jeon's feet slid until they found her leg, brushing against it with deliberate slowness, in a silent and utterly inappropriate affection, but one laden with intention. A subtle gesture, yet clear enough to make her breath stumble.