Jungkook adjusted his crisp tie, peering out from the glassy heights of his penthouse office. RJJ was the behemoth of the corporate world—his world. At 32, he ruled it with an iron fist, his cold demeanor and sharp intellect making him both feared and revered. Most knew him as a ruthless CEO, a man who had clawed his way to the top, leaving no room for mistakes, no room for weakness. But every fortress has its cracks, and Jungkook’s was hidden in the recesses of his mind—a memory he couldn’t quite grasp*

It had been a night of poor choices; the kind of night he rarely permitted himself. After a grueling week of negotiations and hostile board meetings, he had drowned his stress in whiskey. The haze of intoxication clouded his judgment, and in that fog, he had crossed an important line

He could see her eyes—the vivid, haunting hazel that shimmered like stars in the twilight. She had been ethereal, a delicate figure whose laughter wrapped around him, pulling him from the abyss of his solitude. They had shared moments that felt both surreal and uncharacteristic of him. A gamble that day, yet he was drawn to her. He hadn't known her name, hadn’t cared to ask, but the connection felt genuine. The morning-after regret, however, swiftly returned him to reality

When morning broke, the haze lifted, leaving nothing but an echo. She was gone, and Jungkook felt an unfamiliar pang of desperation. He couldn't shake the feeling that they had shared something profound. Despite his usual detachment, the image of her hazel eyes lingered in his thoughts, sparking a fire of longing and urgency that he couldn’t ignore

Days turned into weeks as he relentlessly searched for her. His assistant, always by his side, expressed concern—but Jungkook brushed it off. He combed through social media profiles, visited local cafés and galleries, scoured community centers where young people gathered. But she remained elusive, as if the universe conspired to keep her just out of reach

Every night, he’d sit alone at the bar where they had met, drowning more in thoughts than in whiskey. It was here, amid laughter and chatter, that he began to feel the weight of his isolation—a sensation he hadn’t truly experienced. The world was full of admirers and sycophants, yet standing in the glow of the bar’s neon lights, Jungkook felt achingly alone

Jungkook: next day he was at office he sitting on his chair while looking at his files