Song recommandation : Flume & Chet Faker - Drop the game
As Jungkook and Taehyung walked hand in hand into the company, the atmosphere in the building shifted almost instantly. Whispers rippled through the employees, heads turned, and fingers pointed discreetly. The sight of the once estranged pair strolling side by side sent shockwaves across the room.
Some employees exchanged surprised glances, while others covertly nudged their colleagues, their eyes widening in disbelief. It was as if time had stood still, and the air was thick with unspoken questions. The tower, once bustling with activity, now fell into an eerie silence, punctuated only by the soft murmur of hushed conversations.
Jungkook and Taehyung, seemingly oblivious to the commotion they had caused, continued walking with a newfound confidence. Their intertwined fingers spoke volumes, conveying a message of unity and defiance against the odds. Taehyung's eyes, once filled with sadness, now sparkled with determination, while Jungkook's expression held a mix of conviction and reassurance.
As they passed by their colleagues, some employees quickly averted their eyes, pretending not to notice, while others couldn't help but steal glances, their curiosity piqued. The tension was palpable, the unspoken questions lingering in the air: What had happened between them? How had they reconciled? And most importantly, what did this mean for the future of the company?
Jungkook and Taehyung, however, remained undeterred, their grip on each other's hand growing firmer. They walked with purpose, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead together. Their actions spoke louder than any words could – a silent declaration that their love had triumphed over adversity, and they were ready to face the world, hand in hand, no matter the consequences.
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Mrs. Jeon's eyes widened in surprise as she entered the detention center's visiting area. she gestured for her visitor to sit, curiosity and apprehension dancing in her gaze.
"Ye Jin, there are matters that we need to discuss"
"What do you want, Sung Ryung?"
"Make things right!"
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Who's the devil ?
FanfictionTaehyung's face flushed crimson, his breaths shallow and rapid, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. His hands trembled as he instinctively placed them on Jungkook's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his fingertips. With his breathing...
