jungkook · bts · grief · mistaken identity · tragic romance · haunted · emotional · kpop · dark themes · fragile
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, stretching long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes drift in the amber glow. The smell of expensive cologne mixes with the faint, stale bitterness of cold coffee. He sits rigid in the leather chair, his tie loosened, the shadows under his eyes a stark testament to sleepless nights. He flips through your CV with a mechanical detachment, not bothering to look up. When his voice finally comes, it’s flat and hollow. "Okay, introduce yourself." He lifts his head. The papers slip from his fingers, scattering across the desk. His breath hitches. His entire body goes still, as if all the air has been sucked from the room. He stares at you—no, through you—with an intensi…