|| Want You again || ??

Jungkook sat in his dimly lit office, staring at the large monitor in front of him.

The room was silent, except for the occasional tick of the clock on the wall.

His fingers tapped against the polished desk, slow and rhythmic.

Then-

The screen flickered.

And there he was.

Jeon Jungkook.

Seated at the boardroom table, dressed in a sharp black suit, his expression unreadable as he listened to the executives.

Except-

Jungkook had never been there.

His chest tightened as he leaned forward, eyes locked onto the screen.

The footage was clear.

The man in the video moved like him.
Spoke like him.
Reacted like him.

There was no hesitation, no mistakes.

If Jungkook hadn't known better, he would have believed it himself.

His own voice filled the speakers-

"Let's move forward with the transaction. This will be our next big move."

Jungkook's blood ran cold.

That wasn't him.

But it was his voice.

His movements.

His face.

His entire being.

"What the fuck?" Jungkook whispered, his hands clenching into fists.

This wasn't just a simple case of identity theft.

This was something much bigger.

"Sir..." Hoseok's hesitant voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Jungkook turned slightly, his expression dark. "Whoever this is... they aren't just stealing from me."

His jaw clenched. "They are replacing me."

Hoseok swallowed. "What do you want me to do?"

Jungkook exhaled slowly, his eyes flickering back to the screen.

"Find out who the fuck they are."

He leaned back, his fingers drumming against the desk.

And for the first time in a long time-

Jeon Jungkook felt something close to fear.

Because whoever was behind this-

They knew him too well.

But how?

**

The air in the room was heavy.

Jungkook sat beside the bed, his hands clasped tightly together as he stared at Taehyung's still face.

It had been twelve days.

Twelve long, agonizing days since Taehyung had slipped into unconsciousness.

Twelve days of waiting.
Of praying.
Of whispering empty promises to a man who couldn't hear him.

Jungkook had spent hours watching him, memorizing every detail of his face-
The curve of his lips.
The delicate flutter of his eyelashes.
The faint, almost unnoticeable scars that only he knew existed.