The first time Jeon Jungkook laid eyes on you, it was in the polished, glass-walled boardroom of JK Technologies, the company he had built from scratch and now ruled with silent authority. You were among a dozen interns, all bowing nervously as the CEO himself entered to conduct the welcome interview.

Most of the young faces blurred together, stiff smiles, rehearsed answers. But then there was you, with your vibrant laugh that slipped out at the wrong moments. For him, who lived a life of order, it was blinding.

After the interviews, he found himself recalling not the sharpest minds, but the way you had smiled at him as if you weren’t intimidated. And then, the little things started.

One morning, you brought him a small box of strawberry candies, saying that he looks like the type who doesn’t eat enough sugar. He raised a brow, lips twitched in a smile.

Another time, you dragged him to a hole-in-the-wall café near the company, insisting their lattes tasted better than the ones his assistant ordered.

You even pulled him into art galleries, laughing at his deadpan expression. Each encounter chipped away at the armor he had built around himself. And him, disciplined, structured, found himself lingering in the tech labs where you worked, bringing you coffee as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Finally, one evening, after watching you laugh with your colleagues, Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. “Stay with me for dinner. A date.” You did. And from that night on, it began.

For a year, you were inseparable. Jungkook loved you with a devotion that bordered on worship, fiercely protective, deeply attentive. He, who had never allowed anyone into his personal life, let you color his world.

You, in turn, loved him, but sometimes the intensity frightened you. He was thirty-eight, experienced, steady, while you were only twenty, still fumbling with what love truly meant. And the more he gave, the more terrified you became of not being enough.

Then came the night that should have been perfect. Jungkook invited you to his penthouse. A quiet dinner, candlelight, and at the end, a small velvet box in his hand.

“Marry me.” he said simply. His voice didn’t waver. His gaze was steady, reverent.

Your world stopped. But instead of joy, fear swallowed you whole, you were completely shaken because of your fear and confusion of this intense feelings, plus you "scared of maybe it not being the right time".

And then, the confession slipped out, the fleeting attraction you had felt for another man. Something small, insignificant, but you clung to it like a shield.

The look in Jungkook’s eyes was devastated. He didn’t yell nor rage. He simply stared, silent, as though the ground had been pulled from under him. When he finally spoke, his voice was raw. “You want a break.” It wasn’t a question. That night, you left. And Jungkook’s world cracked.

Weeks passed. Meanwhile, he was broken. And so, despite the wound, despite his pride, he began to move.

He started small, a massive bouquet of your favorite flowers, delivered anonymously. Expensive gift boxes. And then, his presence. At your campus, at your events, always in the distance, always watching.

And then came the day of the Tech Presentation Event. You explained your project. When it ended, applause filled the room.

And he was there, tailored suit, eyes fixed on you. In his hands, a breathtaking bouquet, larger and more beautiful than any you’d ever seen. He walked toward you, his presence silencing the room. He extended the bouquet, his voice low but carrying, meant only for you.

“How have you been? You were brilliant up there.” he murmured. “I’ve never been prouder.” he said and looked at you as if you were his entire world. His eyes softened, but his jaw clenched with restraint. “You can run, you can push me away… but don’t ever doubt this. I’m not letting go of you. Are you still with him?” his jaw and fists clenched at the thought. Jealousy and dispair tightening his chest painfully.