JuhiVerma_09

‘You promised me... You said you’d come back...’

Jungkook’s expression darkened slightly. "Then I’ll make sure that never happens. I’ve waited five hundred years for him, Yoongi. I won’t lose him again."

Taehyung let out a quiet scoff. "Flattery won’t get you far."
Jungkook smirked. "I didn’t think you were the type to be flattered, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung’s eyes darkened. There was something irritatingly familiar about Jungkook’s presence—the way he spoke, the way he looked at him as if he knew him. But that was impossible. Taehyung would remember someone like this.


 “You’re mine, Jungkook. My mate. My Luna.”

His Luna     TAEKOOK

Jungkook cursed under his breath as he sprinted through the city streets, his breath coming out in short huffs. He was late—by more than an hour. His usual punctuality was completely ruined thanks to last night. And now, without his phone or money to catch a cab, he had to make his way on foot. Shifting was out of the question. It was broad daylight, and being spotted would cause unnecessary trouble.

He exhaled sharply as he finally approached the towering Kim Enterprises building, his workplace. He straightened his posture, ran a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, and pushed through the glass doors, ignoring the curious glances from a few employees in the lobby.

But the moment he stepped onto his office floor, he knew something was off.

The usual low murmurs, the clicking of keyboards, and the rustling of papers were absent. The entire space was eerily silent, as if everyone was holding their breath. Jungkook's sharp instincts kicked in as his gaze swept across the floor. Every employee was glued to their desk, heads down, working in unnatural stillness.

Then, he caught it.

His eyes darkened as he turned toward his office. The door was slightly ajar, as if inviting him in. A slow exhale left his lips as he stepped forward and pushed it open.

There, sitting comfortably in Jungkook's chair, was Taehyung.

A smug smirk curved the mafia king's lips as he lazily leaned back, his sharp gaze fixed on Jungkook, as if he had been expecting him.

Jungkook's jaw clenched. So this was the reason for the suffocating atmosphere outside. His employees weren't just working quietly—they were terrified. Taehyung's mere presence was enough to send waves of unease through the entire floor.

Taehyung chuckled, tapping his fingers against the armrest. "You're late, baby boy."

Jungkook inhaled deeply, trying to suppress the irritation bubbling inside him. He stepped in, shutting the door behind him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Taehyung tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Waiting for you."

Jungkook's fingers twitched. This man was infuriating.

"Get out of my chair," Jungkook said firmly, walking toward his desk.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "I rather like it here." He spread his legs a little wider, making himself more comfortable. "Nice view, perfect seat… and the best part? Your scent is all over it."

Jungkook gritted his teeth. This man had no shame.

"I don't have time for this," he muttered, reaching for his desk to pull out some files.

Before he could, Taehyung grabbed his wrist, yanking him forward. Jungkook lost his balance slightly, his palms slamming onto the desk as Taehyung pulled him closer.

A deep chuckle rumbled from Taehyung's chest. "I missed you already."

Jungkook swallowed, feeling Taehyung's breath ghost against his skin. His heart was pounding, his wolf restless.

But he wasn't going to give in. Not that easily.

He met Taehyung's gaze head-on and smirked. "Enjoy my chair while you can, because you're getting out of it in the next ten seconds."

Taehyung merely smirked back, tightening his grip on Jungkook's wrist. "Make me."

Outside the office, the employees stole shocked glances at each other. Never had they seen their CEO this close to someone—especially not a man, sitting in his chair, pulling him in like he owned him.

They were witnessing something no one dared to comment on.

Chapter 27: Unexpected Visit