Y/N's POV

Kim Taehyung? Who is that? I glanced at Jin, my eyebrow arching in question, but he just pressed his lips together and looked away. Wow. I let out a light scoff, crossing my arms. Whoever he is, he ain't a CEO or something. He should come early! He is making ME wait for him. 

Just then, the door creaked open. My eyes flicked over to see a middle-aged man walk in. My stomach dropped. This was the guy? I shook my head, barely able to hide my disappointment.

I turned back just in time to see the middle-aged man step aside, making room for someone else. A young man with a calm yet dangerous aura strode in, his dark suit perfectly tailored, accentuated by a pearlescent tie. His slicked-back hair added to his sharp look.

Damn. He was hot.

Is he single?

Oh, wait, never mind. I have a boyfriend. I deadpanned.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I noticed everyone in the meeting room bowing deeply to him. Following suit, I bowed slightly too, definitely trying not to stare.

"Hope I didn't make you all wait too long," he said, his voice rolling through the room like a wave, deep and resonant. It was almost too perfect.

Damn. His voice was like the depths of the Pacific Ocean, maybe deeper.

Is he an actor too?

My thoughts shattered as the director's voice cut through the room, calling out my name.

"Don't worry, Mr. Kim. Ms. Y/N was also delayed by traffic. It's okay," the director stated casually.

My attention snapped to the director, who had just nonchalantly pointed me out. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms and letting out a small scoff at his audacity.

Slowly, my eyes drifted to 'the great Mr. Kim Taehyung,' who already had his gaze on me. His eyes... they were unique, a deep blackish-brown, calm and captivating. I could not really point out what he was really thinking.

Nonetheless, I rose from my chair and stepped in front of him, offering my right hand with a slight smile for a respectful handshake. I waited for him to do the same, but instead, I found his blank eyes staring back at me.

Alright dude let's shake hands or we'll have a problem later on.

As if he read my mind, he finally extended his hand, and we exchanged a somewhat awkward handshake, greeting each other 'peacefully.'

Okay, that was hella awkward.

"Great! Now that everyone is here, let's start our meeting!" the director announced.

We all took our seats, and the meeting began. Yet, I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling lingering around me. As if someone had their eyes on me. Carefully, I glanced around the room, noticing everyone engrossed in the discussion already.

what the heck?

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After the meeting ended, everyone started bidding each other farewell. I watched as Mr. Kim interacted with others, his demeanor cold and commanding. He spoke in low, measured tones, his gaze never wavering. There was something about him, an intensity that was both intimidating and alluring.

Shrugging off my thoughts, I signaled to Jin that I was heading out before him. Just as I was about to leave, someone approached me. "Ms. Y/N," he said, his voice as deep and resonant as before. "A moment, please."

I turned to face him. "Yes, Mr. Kim?"

He studied me for a moment, his dark eyes probing. "Your work here is impressive. I've heard good things."

"Thank you," I replied, trying to maintain my composure.

He stepped closer, the air between us charged with an unspoken tension. "I look forward to seeing more of what you can do."

Before I could respond, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, a mix of confusion and intrigue swirling inside me. His words echoed in my mind as I left the room, the encounter leaving a strange, unsettling feeling in its wake.

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Later, in the Car

"Who was the man in the blue jacket?" I glanced over at Jin while settling into the car seat, feeling the leather cushion beneath me. 

Jin leaned back in the driver's seat, eyes closing as he asked, "Who?"

"The one in the blue jacket," I replied.

He shook his head lazily. "Everyone wears blue uniform, Y/N."

"Oh..." I pressed my lips together. "Who was the one sitting across from you?"

Jin squinted, trying to remember. "That must be our designer for the drama. Why—"

"Fire him," I said flatly.

Jin's eyes snapped open, and he turned to look at me, bewildered. "What? Why? What did he do now?"

"Creepy man," I muttered. I didn't need to give more reasons, I didn't needed to. I had enough power in the company to make these decisions easily, thanks to the shares Jungkook and I secretly bought in each other's companies; (so we can help each other secretly) because no one knows about us or our relationship—

"How's Jungkook?" Jin asked, breaking my thoughts.

Except him.

We actually told him about us. Yes. Not like he caught us or anything. Haha. (yes he did)

"Fine as wine," I replied, trying to sound casual. "We haven't met each other for weeks, you know. No need to worry about us getting caught!" I exaggerated, lying through my teeth.

"Mhm," Jin nodded lightly before starting the car. "Did you hear he got into dating rumors again? Photos of him with someone last night were leaked." His eyes flicked to me in the mirror before focusing back on the road.

"Impossible! He was with me last night! He didn't—FUCK!" I bit my tongue, realizing Jin's mind game. He was trying to get me to spill the truth.

"You two are impossible!" he said, shaking his head in disappointment. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know how many times I have explained this to you!" He glanced at me again, his eyes filled with concern. "What if you both get caught again, huh? Once is enough, but twice?? Your career will end, Y/N! "

I sighed.

I didn't reply. 

There was nothing to say to be honest. I knew he was telling the truth. If the word about ever gets out again. We are over.  

We once tried to give hint about our relationship to our fans, but instead we got intense pressure of breaking up. Thus, the whole world believe that we have broken up long ago. If they ever got to know it was all a lie, I don't know what will they do.

I rested my head and hugged my arms around myself. Closing my eyes, my mind drifted to a memory when Jungkook first proposed to me.

3 years ago. It was valentine's day.

"Wait! Y/N! Hey! Wait!" The voice was urgent, breathless. I turned to see a young man sprinting towards me, his dark hair flowing by the wind. I looked at him, confused. He stopped just in front of him. I pulled out my headphones to listen to his words better.

He breathed heavily as he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Jungkook!" a smug smile came across his face, which quickly faltered at my next words.

"Excuse me, how do you know my name?" I raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down. "And do I know you?"

He (fake) coughed, a bit embarrassed, glancing back over his shoulder. Following his gaze, I noticed a group of boys watching us, his friends probably.

"That's not important!" he said, flipping his hair back with a dramatic flourish. I looked at him, again and noticed him bringing a bouquet of roses from behind. "Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N," he said, eyes locking onto mine with a mix of hope and nerves.

I stood there, arms crossed, waiting for whatever came next. His friends whispered and nudged each other, clearly invested in our conversation.

Jungkook cleared his throat, extending the bouquet towards me. "Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?"

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⚠️ What do you think Y/n will reply to Jungkook's confession?

A. YES! YES! YES!

B. Uhm what the fuck no? 

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