chapter 1 : UNDER HIS TOUCH

It was impossible to breathe when he looked at you like that.

Jeon Jungkook — the youngest, most ruthless CEO the company had ever seen — sat at his massive mahogany desk, fingers steepled under his chin, sharp eyes fixed solely on you.

You swallowed hard and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, your hands tightening around the clipboard you carried.

Yn: You called for me, sir?

 You asked softly, not quite meeting his gaze.

Jungkook’s lips quirked slightly — a smile that never quite reached his eyes.

Jk: I did,

He said, his voice a low, commanding purr that sent a shiver down your spine.

jk:Come here.

You took a cautious step forward, heart thundering in your chest.

His office was too big, too intimidating.

And Jungkook — sitting there in his black tailored suit, a silver watch gleaming on his wrist, the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone — looked every bit the predator you feared he might be.

Jk: You’ve been avoiding me,

he said, voice dropping an octave as his eyes roamed over you, lingering.

Yn: N-no, sir, you stammered.

 Yn: I’ve just been... busy with the reports

JK: Busy,

he repeated slowly, almost amused.

He stood up from his chair, moving with predatory grace around the desk.

 You instinctively stepped back — only to find yourself trapped between him and the edge of the desk behind you.

Jungkook tilted his head, studying you.

Jk: I don't like being ignored, Y/n,

he said, voice soft but dangerous.

Jk: And I especially don't like my secretary thinking she can hide from me.

You couldn't meet his gaze — it was too intense, too heavy — so you stared at his chest instead, at the way his shirt stretched slightly over his toned body.

Jk: You work for me,

he continued, his hand lifting — slowly, deliberately — to brush a fingertip along the hem of your sleeve, barely grazing your skin.

jk: Which means your attention...

His fingers trailed higher, ghosting along your arm, making you tremble.

jk: ...belongs to me.

You gasped softly, feeling your knees weaken under his touch.

Jk: You understand that, don't you,

sweetheart?

 Jungkook murmured, his face so close now you could feel his breath against your cheek.

You nodded quickly, too overwhelmed to speak.

But that wasn’t enough for him.

Jk: Say it,

 He ordered, voice dark and possessive.

jk:Say you belong to me.

Your heart raced, so violently you thought you might faint.

jk: I... I belong to you, sir, you whispered.

His smile turned feral.

Good girl.

The morning the new employee arrived, you barely had time to breathe.

Jimin — fresh out of grad school, all bright smiles and easy charm — was assigned to the marketing department.

And you, as the CEO’s secretary, had been asked to help onboard him, show him around the building, explain the company's procedures.

Of course, you agreed.

Of course, you were polite and patient — answering every question, offering gentle smiles, laughing softly when he made jokes.

You didn’t notice the heavy stare from the top-floor glass windows.

You didn’t notice Jungkook, standing in his office, arms crossed, jaw ticking as he watched you.

But the rest of the building noticed.

The CEO’s fury was palpable.

Later that afternoon, you were in the small break room with Jimin, explaining how the report filing system worked.

You leaned over slightly, pointing at a spreadsheet on a tablet —

and Jimin, smiling, leaned a little closer to hear you better.

It was innocent.

You were just trying to be helpful.

But suddenly, a deep, cold voice cut through the air.

jungkook: Y/n.

You both turned.

Jungkook stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable — except for the dangerous glint in his eyes.

yn: Sir, you said quickly, straightening up.

His gaze flicked to Jimin briefly — dismissive, cutting — before snapping back to you.

jungkook: I need you, he said, tone clipped. jungkook: Now.

You blinked.

yn: But sir, I was just—

jungkook: Now, he repeated, sharper, leaving no room for argument.

You shot Jimin an apologetic look before quickly following Jungkook out of the break room.

He said nothing as he led you down the hall, past curious stares from the other employees.

His strides were long and angry, forcing you to practically jog to keep up.

Finally, he yanked open the door to his private office, pulling you inside —

and slamming the door shut behind you.

You flinched at the sound.

Before you could speak, Jungkook was in front of you, his body towering over yours, the air between you thick with tension.

jungkook: What were you doing with him? he demanded, voice low and dangerous.

You stared up at him, wide-eyed.

yn: I—I was just explaining the filing system, you stammered.

yn; Sir, he’s new, he needed help—

jungkook: He doesn't need you to hold his hand, Jungkook growled.

You swallowed hard, feeling the heavy weight of his jealousy pressing down on you.

jungkook: You belong in my office,

he said, his hand coming up to grip your waist, pulling you closer — just enough to feel the heat radiating off his body.

jungkook: Not giggling and whispering with some pathetic intern.

You felt your cheeks burn.

Yn: I wasn't—

jungkook: You’re mine,

he hissed, his forehead resting against yours now, his hands caging you against the door.

jungkook: Every smile, every look — it’s mine. No one else gets to have it. No one else gets to have you.

You tereble under his touch.

Jungkook: You understand? he whispered, his nose brushing against yours.

yn: I... I understand, sir, you whispered back, barely able to breathe.

He stared at you for a long moment — eyes wild, possessive, desperate — before forcing himself to step back, letting out a shaky breath.

jungkook: Good, he muttered

Jungkook: Now... get back to your desk. I want you where I can see you.

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