This is a story of two boys with different mindsets. They are both incredibly kind to everyone and have numerous dreams in life. They deeply love their parents and are willing to do anything for them, whether they approve or not. They are remarkably...
"Ah, I'm Jungkook's husband, and I'm here to give him his lunch," he said, holding up the neatly packed lunchbox.
For a brief moment, the receptionist’s eyes widened in shock. Then, realizing her mistake, she quickly bowed in apology.
"I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t know… Please forgive me. By the way, Jungkook sir is in his office. You can go ahead."
Jimin chuckled lightly at her reaction. "It’s okay. Thank you."
With that, he turned and made his way toward Jungkook’s office.
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Jungkook was seated at his desk, his eyes focused intently on his laptop screen. His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, his expression cold and serious as he worked.
Knock, knock.
At the sound of the knock, he didn’t bother to look up. Instead, he continued typing, his deep voice cutting through the silence.
"Come in," he said in his usual cold tone.
Jimin, standing outside, hesitated for a split second before stepping in. His eyes landed on his husband, who was still busy with his work, not even sparing him a glance.
For a moment, Jimin just stood there, observing the man he loved—his sharp features, his focused expression, the way his brows furrowed slightly as he worked.
Then, deciding to speak, Jimin finally let his voice out—soft, gentle, and undeniably sweet.
"Jungkook…"
The moment that familiar voice reached Jungkook’s ears, his fingers froze on the keyboard. His head snapped up instantly, his cold demeanor melting as he finally looked at the person standing in front of him.
Jimin.
And just like that, the atmosphere in the room shifted.
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Jimin hesitates for a moment before stepping into Jungkook's office. The space is sleek and modern, yet there’s a warmth to it—perhaps because it belongs to Jungkook. His husband, who is currently seated behind his desk, flipping through some documents, looks up the moment he hears the door open.
"Hey, Jungkook." Jimin’s voice is soft but clear.
Jungkook's head snaps up, his brows furrowing slightly in surprise.
