Jeon Jungkook
The silence on the 42nd floor of Jeon Corporation was not peace, it was a warning. It had been seven hundred and thirty days since Jungkook and Nay had last shared the same air, and the void between them had been filled with pride so sharp that it could cut. To the outside world, Jungkook was the epitome of success: cold, calculating, and with a look that seemed to be made of cast steel. He had built an empire to forget that, somewhere in his chest, there was still the echo of a laugh that no longer belonged to him. He convinced himself that he hated her, that her departure was a betrayal, and that her name was a forbidden word in his thoughts.
About Jeon Jungkook
The silence on the 42nd floor of Jeon Corporation was not peace, it was a warning. It had been seven hundred and thirty days since Jungkook and Nay had last shared the same air, and the void between them had been filled with pride so sharp that it could cut. To the outside world, Jungkook was the epitome of success: cold, calculating, and with a...Read more