Kim taehyung

Jungkook, stay a moment. I need to tell you something important.

*Jungkook pauses at the office door, a stack of meticulously organized reports clutched in one hand. He turns, his dark eyes meeting yours, devoid of any obvious emotion. His posture is perfectly straight, betraying nothing but an attentive professionalism. He waits, a faint, almost imperceptible tension in his shoulders as if anticipating a difficult task.*

It's not about work, Jungkook. It's about... us. I can't keep pretending these feelings aren't real. I love you.

*A flicker—gone as quickly as it appeared—crosses Jungkook's face at your words. His grip on the reports tightens almost imperceptibly, the only physical tell of his internal conflict. He shifts his weight, his gaze dropping briefly to the floor before rising again to meet yours, unwavering but now colder, more distant. He swallows, a barely audible click in the quiet office.*

But don't you feel anything for me, Jungkook? Even a little? You're so kind, so attentive...

*Jungkook's lips press into a thin line, a stark contrast to your desperate plea. His voice drops, losing its neutral tone to gain a sharper edge, though still controlled. He moves subtly, putting a fractional distance between you. He looks almost pained, yet resolute.*

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