It's been two long, agonizing weeks since Taehyung last saw Jungkook. Two weeks since the dramatic, absurd, and undeniably thrilling encounter on that dark street. Two weeks since he last heard Jungkook's exasperated sighs or saw that fleeting, almost-smile.

Taehyung sat slumped on his dorm room couch, a half-eaten bag of chips forgotten beside him. He stared blankly at his phone, willing it to ring, to light up with a message from a certain 'mafia boss.' But it remained stubbornly dark.

"Where is he, Jiminie?" Taehyung whined, rolling onto his back and kicking his feet in the air dramatically. "He's just vanished! Poof! Like he disappeared into thin air!"

Jimin, who was studying diligently at his desk, barely looked up. "Maybe he went on another 'secret mission,' Tae. You know, the kind that doesn't involve plastic knives and fake tears."

"But he didn't even say goodbye!" Taehyung complained, sitting up abruptly. "Not a text! Not a call! No pigeon with a tiny, threatening note tied to its leg! Nothing! It's like he never existed, except my cheek still tingles sometimes!" He touched his cheek exaggeratedly.

"Maybe he realized you're too much trouble," Jimin mumbled, turning a page in his textbook.

"No!" Taehyung protested, a dramatic pout forming on his lips. "He was getting soft! I saw it! He even called me 'darling'!"

Jimin finally looked up, disbelief clear on his face. "He called you 'darling'? Taehyung, are you absolutely sure you heard that right? Or was it 'daring'?"

"Darling!" Taehyung insisted, nodding emphatically. "I'm telling you, Jiminie, he's my mafia wifey! And he's gone! I miss him terribly! I miss his grumpy face, I miss his sighing, I even miss his attempts to scare me!" He sighed dramatically, flopping back onto the couch. "How am I supposed to find him? I don't have his home address, I don't have his phone number... not even an email for his 'mafia business'!"

He groaned, burying his face in a cushion. "This is torture. Pure, unadulterated torture. My mafia wifey is missing, and I don't even have a single clue where to start looking!"

Jimin, still at his desk, flinched when he heard a distinct, low hiss from somewhere in the room. He slowly turned his head, his eyes widening in horror as he spotted a thick, scaled body uncoiling from behind Taehyung's discarded backpack.

"Taehyung! What was that?!" Jimin shrieked, scrambling back in his chair, nearly toppling over. "Did you just... did you just bring a demon into our dorm room?!"

Taehyung, who had been dramatically lamenting his lost mafia wifey, perked up. "Oh! Luna! You're awake, my sweet!" He sat up, his pout instantly replaced by a beaming smile. He reached down and gently stroked the head of the large, beautiful boa constrictor as it slithered out further, its scales catching the dim light.

Jimin stared, utterly traumatized. His jaw dropped. "T-Taehyung! Is that a... a snake?!" He pointed a trembling finger at the reptile. "A boa constrictor?! You have a boa constrictor?!"

Taehyung carefully lifted the snake, letting it coil around his arm. Luna, the boa, flicked her tongue out, her unblinking eyes fixed on Jimin. "Of course, Jiminie! This is Luna! Isn't she beautiful? She's been with me since she was just a little hatchling." He nuzzled his cheek against the snake's head.

Jimin could only gasp, his face pale. "Beautiful?! Taehyung, that thing could swallow me whole! You have a dangerous pet! In our dorm room! Are you trying to get us evicted and eaten?!"

Taehyung chuckled, completely unfazed. "She's not dangerous, Jiminie, she's just misunderstood. And she's very affectionate, aren't you, my love?" He gently stroked Luna's scales. "Besides, I told you I love dangerous things. It's just my aesthetic." He winked.

Jimin watched Luna slither around Taehyung's arm, her powerful body flexing. Despite his initial terror, a strange fascination began to creep in. He had always known Taehyung had a penchant for the unusual, but a boa constrictor...

"You... you really keep that thing here?" Jimin whispered, slowly, cautiously leaning forward, his fear starting to give way to bewildered acceptance. "And it just... hangs out? Like a normal pet?"

Taehyung grinned. "Of course! She loves watching me dance. She says I have excellent rhythm." He chuckled, then turned to Jimin, his eyes sparkling. "See? I told you I love dangerous. And Luna is proof. Now, about getting my mafia wifey back..."

Jimin cautiously edged a little closer, his initial terror at Luna giving way to a strange, morbid curiosity. "So, you're telling me you just... have a snake chilling in our dorm room? And you're okay with it? I'm still imagining it constricting me in my sleep."

Taehyung gently stroked Luna's scales. "She's very gentle, Jiminie. And warm! Perfect for cuddling on a cold night. You should try it." He held Luna out slightly towards Jimin.

Jimin shrieked, recoiling instantly. "Absolutely not! I'm good, thanks! I prefer my cuddles to be from... well, from something that doesn't eat rodents whole!" He shuddered. "Still, I can't believe you have a boa constrictor. What would Jungkook even say if he saw her?"

Taehyung's eyes widened, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh! He'd probably be terrified! Imagine the big, scary mafia boss, running screaming from a tiny little snake! That would be hilarious! It would be the ultimate test of his 'fearless' facade!" He started giggling, picturing the scene.

Jimin rolled his eyes. "You're going to get yourself killed, Tae. Or at least get Luna confiscated. He's probably more likely to confiscate her than be scared. He's a mafia boss, not a little kid."

"Maybe," Taehyung mused, a thoughtful look on his face. "Or maybe he'd be secretly fascinated. Maybe he'd want to touch her, but he'd pretend to be all cool about it. Then I'd teach him all about snakes, and it would be another one of our cute little bonding moments!" He sighed dreamily. "He'd probably call her 'my baby' too, just like he calls me!"

Jimin finally got up from his desk, shaking his head. "You're delusional. Completely, utterly delusional. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a very long shower and try to forget I just saw a boa constrictor in our dorm room." He gave Luna a wide berth as he headed for the bathroom.

Taehyung just hummed, gently letting Luna coil around his neck, his mind already drifting to the next grand scheme to lure his 'mafia wifey' back into his life. He just needed to figure out where Jungkook's "secret business" was hiding this time.

After Jimin had retreated to the bathroom, muttering about reptiles and questionable life choices, Taehyung sat up, Luna gently draped over his shoulders like a living scarf. His dramatic pouting was gone, replaced by a fierce determination. He needed a plan. A brilliant plan. Something that would make Jungkook simply have to reappear.

He paced the small dorm room, Luna's scales cool against his neck, his mind buzzing. He thought about where he'd seen Jungkook last, where he'd almost seen him. The university. The downtown area. Both public. Both high-traffic.

"Okay, Luna," Taehyung whispered to his snake, who merely flicked her tongue in response. "He's not responding to subtle hints. He's not falling for my damsel-in-distress act. He needs... a beacon. A signal he can't ignore!"

He snapped his fingers, a wide grin spreading across his face. "I've got it! He's a boss, right? A mafia boss! They love power, they love influence, they love... public displays of affection!"

When Jimin finally emerged from the bathroom, looking slightly less traumatized but still wary, he found Taehyung sketching frantically on a large piece of paper, Luna curled up on the table next to him.

"Alright, Jiminie!" Taehyung announced, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "New plan! And this one is foolproof!"

Jimin eyed the drawing suspiciously. "Is that... is that a giant inflatable heart with Jungkook's face on it?"

"Precisely!" Taehyung declared proudly. "Operation: Public Declaration of My Undying Affection for My Missing Mafia Wifey!"

Jimin groaned. "Taehyung, no. Just... no. That's not a plan, that's a public embarrassment. For all of us."

"Details!" Taehyung dismissed with a wave of his hand. "Here's the genius part. Jungkook moves in the shadows, right? He hates being seen. So, we'll make sure he has to see me. We'll set up a giant, very public, very unavoidable display of my longing for him!"

He pointed at his drawing. "We'll need hundreds of balloons! Red ones! And a banner, a huge banner, asking 'Where is my Bunny Boss?' We'll put it somewhere extremely visible, like... the main university square! Or maybe even near that fancy downtown office building where he drives his super-expensive car!"

Jimin's jaw dropped. "You're going to put up a giant banner asking for a mafia boss? You're literally going to advertise his existence to everyone? Are you trying to get him arrested, or just make him so angry he actually does put you in a concrete suit?!"

"He won't be angry, Jiminie," Taehyung insisted, his eyes wide and innocent. "He'll be... touched! And maybe a little embarrassed, which is always fun. But he'll see how much I miss him! And then he'll have to come find me! Because no mafia boss could ignore such a grand, romantic gesture!" He struck a pose, envisioning the scene. "It'll be unforgettable! And it'll finally bring my mafia wifey home!"

Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away in a sleek, modern conference room in another city, Jungkook sat at a polished mahogany table. He was in the middle of a tense business negotiation, his expression typically unreadable, his focus sharp.

Suddenly, a loud hiccup escaped him, startling the stern-faced businessmen across from him. Jungkook scowled, annoyed by the interruption. He took a sip of water, trying to suppress it.

A few minutes later, another hiccup, even louder than the first, erupted from him. The businessmen exchanged surprised glances. Jungkook rubbed his chest, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. This was unusual. He rarely got hiccups.

"Are you quite alright, Mr. Jeon?" one of the executives asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Jungkook merely nodded curtly, trying to regain his composure. But then, a third hiccup, followed by a fourth, began to plague him in rapid succession. It wasn't just a physical annoyance; it felt... peculiar. An odd tingling sensation at the back of his mind.

He knew the old superstition. Someone was missing him. A lot. And with each persistent hiccup, a vivid image of a particular annoyingly dramatic college student flashed into his mind. Taehyung.

A small, involuntary sigh escaped Jungkook as another hiccup jolted him. "It's him," he muttered under his breath, barely audible. "He's probably causing a scene somewhere." He knew, with a certainty that was both frustrating and oddly endearing, that it was Taehyung, somewhere in Seoul, probably moping or, worse, concocting some ridiculous scheme to get his attention. The idea of Taehyung's current antics, undoubtedly over-the-top and utterly desperate, made him almost... smirk.

He shook his head, trying to refocus on the complex details of the business deal, but the hiccups, and the accompanying mental image of a pouting Taehyung, persisted. He knew he wouldn't be able to shake the feeling until he figured out what kind of chaos Taehyung was brewing.

The next morning, armed with a surprisingly large budget (courtesy of some very persuasive "investing" from Taehyung's personal savings and Jimin's reluctant contribution), Taehyung and Jimin set their "grand search plan" into motion.

Their first target: the main square of Seoul University. It was a bustling hub, visible from nearly every major building and guaranteed to be packed with students, faculty, and, hopefully, passing mafia bosses.

"Alright, Jiminie! Operation: Public Declaration of My Undying Affection for My Missing Mafia Wifey is a go!" Taehyung declared, adjusting the brim of his bucket hat – a nod to Jungkook's own failed disguise – as they unloaded their supplies from a rented van.

Jimin, looking utterly mortified, surveyed the scene. "Taehyung, this is insane. Someone's going to call security. Or the police. Or a therapist for you."

Taehyung ignored him, his eyes shining with manic determination. "First, the balloons!" He gestured dramatically to dozens of bright red, heart-shaped balloons. "Each one represents a beat of my longing heart for my absent boss!"

Jimin, sighing, began to untangle the balloon strings. "They're just balloons, Tae. And we have hundreds of them. This is going to take forever."

"Nonsense! Think of the visual impact!" Taehyung then pulled out a massive, rolled-up banner. "And for the grand finale! The beacon! The message he can't ignore!"

As they unrolled it, Jimin's jaw dropped. In bold, glittering gold letters, the banner proclaimed:

WHERE IS MY BUNNY BOSS?

MY MAFIA WIFEY I MISSES YOU TERRIBLY!

CALL YOUR DRAMATIC DARLING!

Beneath the text, Taehyung had even managed to get a cartoon drawing of a pouting bunny wearing a tiny suit, and a slightly terrified-looking human in a bucket hat next to it.

"Taehyung!" Jimin shrieked, clapping a hand over his mouth. "Are you out of your mind?! 'Bunny Boss'? 'Mafia Wifey'?! This is going to get us both disowned!"

Taehyung just grinned, already looking for the best spot to hang it. "He'll see it, Jiminie. He'll have to. It's too beautiful to ignore. And once he sees how much I miss him, he'll come running back to his darling!"

His plan was audacious, public, and undeniably risky, but Taehyung believed in it with every fiber of his being. He just needed to make sure Jungkook, wherever he was, saw his grand, dramatic, and utterly unavoidable message.

Hundreds of kilometers away, Jungkook was still battling a persistent case of hiccups. He'd managed to power through his morning negotiations, but every ten minutes or so, a sharp, annoying 'hic!' would escape him, making him clench his jaw. He was trying to focus on market analyses, but his mind kept drifting, plagued by the uncanny feeling that Taehyung was somehow connected to this bodily rebellion.

His phone buzzed, displaying a familiar number from his personal assistant in Seoul. Jungkook answered, his voice a low growl. "What is it? Make it quick."

"Boss," his assistant's voice came through, sounding strained, "there's a... situation. At Seoul University."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed. He knew it. Another hiccup jolted him. "Situation? What kind of situation?"

"It's... well, it's quite public, Boss," the assistant hesitated. "Someone's put up a rather large banner. And there are, uh, hundreds of red, heart-shaped balloons. It's... it's causing quite a stir."

Jungkook sighed, rubbing his temples. He could already feel a headache building. "What does it say?" he asked, bracing himself.

The assistant cleared his throat awkwardly. "It says, 'WHERE IS MY BUNNY BOSS? MY MAFIA WIFEY I MISSES YOU TERRIBLY! CALL YOUR DRAMATIC DARLING!' And there's a drawing of a bunny in a suit, Boss. And someone with a... a bucket hat."

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut. A loud, exasperated hiccup escaped him. "Taehyung," he muttered, the name a strangled sound of utter defeat and grudging fondness. He knew it. He absolutely knew it. The sheer audacity. The public declaration. The nicknames. All of it screamed Kim Taehyung.

"Yes, Boss," the assistant confirmed, sounding relieved Jungkook had figured it out. "The university administration is in an absolute frenzy. They're trying to take it down, but the students are making a spectacle of it, taking pictures, posting it everywhere. It's... trending, Boss."

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose. Trending. His supposed anonymity, shattered by a lovesick, dramatic college student. The hiccups continued, now accompanied by a surge of heat in his cheeks that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with profound, public embarrassment.

He opened his eyes, a dangerous glint in them. "Book me the first flight back to Seoul," he commanded, his voice cold. "And make sure a car is waiting for me at the airport. I have a certain 'dramatic darling' to have a very serious conversation with."

Less than twelve hours later, Jungkook's black car screeched to a halt outside the main gates of Seoul University. He ignored the driver's questioning look and practically ripped the door open, his patience having run completely dry. His hiccups, though less frequent, still gave a sporadic reminder of the chaos Taehyung had unleashed.

The moment he stepped onto campus, his eyes were immediately drawn to the central square. There it was: a colossal, glittering banner, defiantly proclaiming, "WHERE IS MY BUNNY BOSS? MY MAFIA WIFEY I MISSES YOU TERRIBLY! CALL YOUR DRAMATIC DARLING!" Hundreds of red heart-shaped balloons bobbed above it, reflecting the morning sun. A small crowd of students was still gathered, phones out, giggling and pointing.

Jungkook's jaw tightened. He could feel his face flush, a deep, mortified crimson that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with public humiliation. His reputation, his carefully constructed anonymity, all blown to smithereens by one very determined, very loud college student.

He spotted them quickly. Taehyung, standing proudly beside his creation, gesturing wildly as he explained his "artistic vision" to a small group of curious onlookers. Jimin, standing a little further back, looking utterly defeated and holding a sign that read, "I'm with him. I'm so sorry."

Jungkook strode towards them, a dark cloud of exasperation radiating from him. The crowd of students, sensing the shift in atmosphere, quickly dispersed, leaving Taehyung and Jimin suddenly alone in front of their ridiculous display.

Taehyung, still beaming, turned to admire his handiwork one last time. "See, Jiminie? It's magnificent! He'll see it, and he'll know—" His voice trailed off as he finally turned and saw Jungkook, standing there, arms crossed, face a mask of utter disbelief and simmering fury. The sight was so imposing, so mafia boss, that Taehyung's triumphant smile slowly faltered.

"Jungkook-ssi!" Taehyung managed, a nervous laugh escaping him. "You're here! You saw it! I knew it would work! You really do miss your dramatic darling, don't you, my love?"

Jimin, meanwhile, let out a terrified squeak and immediately dove behind Taehyung, clutching his friend's arm like a shield. "I told him not to!" he whispered frantically. "I told him it was a terrible idea! He made me, Jungkook-ssi! He forced me!"

Jungkook ignored Jimin, his gaze fixed solely on Taehyung. He took another slow, deliberate step, his voice dangerously calm. "My 'mafia wifey'?" he repeated, each word laced with icy disbelief. "My 'bunny boss'?" He gestured vaguely at the banner. "And you decided the best way to find me was to declare your... your 'affections' to the entire city?"

Taehyung's bravado completely deflated. He swallowed hard, his cheeks finally flushing a faint pink. "Well, I... I missed you, baby! And I didn't have your number! What was I supposed to do? Just... wait?"

Jungkook let out a low growl, a sound that made Jimin whimper behind Taehyung. "You were supposed to not declare my personal life to the world, Taehyung! Do you have any idea what kind of chaos this causes? Do you know how much paperwork this is going to generate for my PR team?" He took another step, now towering over Taehyung. "A 'dramatic darling'? Are you insane?"

Taehyung gulped, looking utterly chastised, but still with a flicker of defiance in his eyes. "But... it worked, didn't it? You came back!"

Jungkook leaned closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper that sent shivers down Jimin's spine. "Oh, I came back alright, Taehyung. And you are going to regret every single glittering letter on that ridiculous banner."

Jungkook's eyes, dark and intense, bore into Taehyung. The playful glint that sometimes appeared when dealing with Taehyung was gone, replaced by a cold, hard resolve.

"Do you have any idea how much this 'grand romantic gesture' just cost me?" Jungkook's voice was a low growl, utterly devoid of the patience he usually grudgingly extended. He wasn't yelling, which somehow made him even more terrifying. "My security protocols are compromised. My privacy is a joke. And every single rival organization is probably having a field day with 'the Bunny Boss and his Mafia Wifey' trending on campus social media."

Taehyung, for the first time, looked genuinely scared. He visibly gulped, his eyes darting from Jungkook's face to the massive banner above them. "I... I didn't think about that part," he whispered, his usual bravado completely gone.

Jimin, still cowering behind Taehyung, whimpered. "I told him! I told him it was a bad idea!"

Jungkook ignored Jimin, his gaze still fixed on Taehyung. "No, you didn't think," he agreed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You just thought about your 'feelings' and your 'dramatic darling.' This isn't a game, Taehyung. My life, my entire operation, runs on discretion. And you just threw it out the window with a bunch of balloons and a ridiculously worded banner."

He stepped closer, forcing Taehyung to take a step back. "You wanted my attention? You certainly have it. And now, you're going to help me clean up this mess. Every single balloon. Every single piece of that banner. And you're going to do it now, without another word of your dramatic nonsense." Jungkook's voice was quiet, but the command was absolute. "Or you'll find out just how 'done' I can really be."

Taehyung's eyes widened, truly understanding the severity of his actions for the first time. The fun, fearless facade crumbled, revealing a flicker of genuine fear. He looked at the banner, then at Jungkook, and finally, slowly, nodded. "Okay," he mumbled, his voice small. "Okay, Bunny Boss. I'll take it down."

Jungkook watched, arms still crossed, as Taehyung slowly, reluctantly, turned to face the giant banner. The playful spark was gone from his eyes, replaced by a sullen obedience. Jimin, however, was already in full panic mode.

"Oh my God, we have to take it all down?" Jimin squeaked, looking at the hundreds of balloons floating above them. "How are we even going to reach them all?! And the banner is huge!" He glanced nervously at Jungkook, who merely raised an eyebrow.

Taehyung, still feeling the full weight of Jungkook's displeasure, let out a defeated sigh. "Alright, Jiminie. Operation: Embarrassing Cleanup is a go." He walked over to the nearest string of balloons, his movements stiff. He started pulling them down, his earlier dramatic flourishes replaced by clumsy, dejected tugs.

"Don't just pull them down," Jungkook's voice cut through the air, sharp and precise. "Untie them. We don't want any stray red hearts flying around, reminding everyone of your... genius."

Taehyung winced, then started fumbling with the knots, his fingers surprisingly awkward. "Yes, Boss. Right away, Boss." The 'Boss' came out flat, devoid of any flirtation, a stark contrast to his usual 'Bunny Boss' and 'sweetcheeks.'

Jimin, seeing Jungkook's unwavering gaze, immediately sprang into action. He started pulling at the ropes holding the banner, his movements frantic. "I'll get the banner, Jungkook-ssi! See? I'm helping! I'm very helpful! I swear I didn't want to do this!" he babbled, trying to distance himself from Taehyung's scheme.

Jungkook simply watched, his expression unchanged. He pulled out his phone and made a quick call. "Get me a team over to Seoul University. We need to collect some... misplaced decor. Discreetly." He ended the call, his gaze returning to the two struggling figures.

Taehyung was now stretching, trying to reach a particularly high cluster of balloons, grunting in frustration. "These things are higher than I thought," he muttered, completely forgetting his audience for a moment.

"Perhaps if you weren't busy acting like a distressed damsel, you'd have noticed the ceiling height," Jungkook remarked dryly, a hint of his usual exasperation returning.

Taehyung shot him a quick, wounded glance, then redoubled his efforts. He started deflating the balloons by popping them with a sharp poke, each muffled pop a small victory for Jungkook's frayed nerves.

Jimin, meanwhile, was wrestling with the giant banner, which kept unfurling and flapping in his face, obscuring the mortifying words about the "Bunny Boss."

The entire scene was a chaotic, public spectacle of embarrassment, precisely what Jungkook had hoped to avoid. And he made sure they felt every second of it.

An hour later, the square was significantly less festive. The red balloons lay deflated in a growing pile, their once vibrant hearts now limp and sad. The giant banner, painstakingly rolled up, looked like a defeated scroll. Taehyung, his hair disheveled and face smudged, looked utterly exhausted. Jimin, equally disheveled, leaned against a lamppost, panting.

Jungkook watched them finish, his expression still unyielding. "Is that everything?" he asked, his voice flat.

Taehyung nodded, pushing a stray strand of hair from his eyes. "Yes, Boss. All gone. Not a single 'Bunny Boss' in sight." He even managed a weak, sarcastic grin, but it quickly faded under Jungkook's stare.

Jungkook's private security team, who had arrived discreetly, began to efficiently collect the deflated balloons and the rolled banner. The university staff, looking utterly relieved, cautiously approached to thank Jungkook for his "generosity" in resolving the "unfortunate incident." He merely gave them a curt nod, his attention still on Taehyung.

"Good," Jungkook finally said, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly as he looked at Taehyung's exhausted face. "Now, get in the car. Both of you."

Jimin immediately straightened up, his eyes widening. "The car? Are we going to the basement, Jungkook-ssi?"

Taehyung, however, seemed to have regained a sliver of his usual cheekiness. "Ooh, a ride with my favorite mafia boss! And you're not even tied up, Jiminie!" He nudged Jimin, then turned back to Jungkook. "So, where are we off to, darling? Did my grand gesture earn me a private apology dinner?"

Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, running a hand over his face. He knew this was far from over. "You're going to my headquarters," he stated, his voice firm, ignoring the 'darling.' "And you're going to sit there quietly while I figure out how to mitigate the absolute disaster you've created." He gave Taehyung a pointed look that brooked no argument. "Understood?"

Taehyung’s cheeky grin faltered slightly. He looked at Jungkook, then at the sleek black car, then back at Jungkook's unyielding gaze. He knew when he was truly defeated. "Understood, Bunny Boss," he mumbled, a small, genuine pout forming on his lips as he started walking towards the car.

Jimin, eyes wide, cautiously followed. He had a feeling this was going to be a very, very long day.

The drive to Jungkook's headquarters was silent, save for the hum of the engine and Jimin's nervous fidgeting in the back seat. Taehyung sat beside Jungkook in the front, unusually quiet, occasionally glancing at Jungkook's stern profile. Jungkook, for his part, stared straight ahead, a muscle twitching in his jaw. The hiccups had finally subsided, leaving only a dull throb of a headache.

The car eventually pulled up to a towering, discreet building in the heart of Seoul. It looked like any other high-end corporate office from the outside – sleek glass, understated signage – but the subtle, unblinking surveillance cameras and the heavily built men at the entrance hinted at something far more.

Jungkook's driver smoothly pulled into an underground garage. The heavy doors hissed open and then closed behind them with a muffled thud, plunging them into a world of polished concrete and low, humming lights.

Jimin gasped, pressing himself further into the seat. "Taehyung! This looks like a movie set for a secret organization! Are we going to be interrogated?"

Taehyung, however, seemed to regain a sli sliver of his boldness, his eyes widening with a mix of awe and mischievous curiosity. "Wow," he whispered, looking around the sterile, impressive garage. "So this is where the magic happens, huh, Bunny Boss?"

Jungkook finally turned to them, his expression still unreadable. "Get out," he commanded, his voice cold. Two more stern-faced men, dressed in dark suits, immediately approached the car as the doors opened.

Jimin practically stumbled out, his legs feeling like jelly. He clutched Taehyung's arm, his eyes wide. "Taehyung, they look like they eat people for breakfast! Tell them I'm harmless! I'm just a dancer!"

Taehyung, surprisingly calm now that they were inside, gave Jimin a reassuring pat. He then turned to Jungkook, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "So, my dear, is this where you keep all your secret files? Your plans for world domination? Or just really good coffee?"

Jungkook ignored his jab, simply walking past them towards a heavy, unmarked door. The two men in suits, however, fixed them with impassive, unsettling stares.

"This way," Jungkook said over his shoulder, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet garage. "And if either of you so much as breathes a word about what you see here, or tries any more of your 'dramatic performances,' you'll find out exactly why they look like they eat people for breakfast." His tone left no room for doubt.

Jimin swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the silent, watchful men. Taehyung, despite a visible gulp, merely winked at Jungkook's retreating back. "Understood, my love! No spoilers about your secret lair!" He then tugged Jimin along. "Come on, Jiminie! It's an adventure! Just try not to hyperventilate."

As they followed Jungkook down a stark, brightly lit corridor, Jimin clung to Taehyung like a terrified limpet. Each step echoed ominously in the silence. The walls were plain, the doors heavy and unmarked, adding to the unsettling atmosphere.

"Taehyung, my heart is going to burst," Jimin whispered, his voice trembling. "It smells like... like secrets and very expensive air freshener. And are those cameras? Everywhere?" He eyed a small, unblinking lens in the corner of the ceiling.

Taehyung, however, seemed to thrive on the tension. His eyes, wide with theatrical wonder, darted everywhere, taking in every detail. He even paused to tap a finger against a sleek, metallic door, as if checking its authenticity.

"Ooh, I love the aesthetic, Kookie-bear!" Taehyung declared, his voice echoing a little too loudly in the quiet hall. He struck a pose, throwing one arm out dramatically. "It's so... clandestine! So perfectly 'mysterious mafia boss'! Are we going to see your secret torture chamber? Or maybe the room where you count all your money?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Jungkook, who had been walking ahead with a rigid back, stopped dead and slowly turned around. His face was a mask of utter, profound weariness, mixed with a dangerous flicker in his eyes.

"Taehyung," Jungkook began, his voice a low, warning rumble. "There are no 'secret torture chambers' and no 'money counting rooms.' This is a place of business. And if you don't lower your voice and stop acting like you're on a reality show, I will personally ensure you spend the rest of the day in a soundproof room, with nothing but a dictionary for company."

Jimin let out a tiny, frightened squeak, nodding emphatically. "He means it, Tae! Please, just be normal for five minutes!"

But Taehyung, though he flinched slightly at Jungkook's tone, couldn't resist. He put a hand to his chest, feigning hurt. "A soundproof room? Oh, the horror! My artistic spirit would wither! My vocal cords would perish from lack of dramatic expression!" He batted his eyelashes. "You wouldn't be that cruel, would you, my precious darling? Not after I brought you all those lovely balloons?"

Jungkook simply stared, his expression utterly unyielding. He took a single, slow step towards Taehyung, and the playful spark in Taehyung's eyes vanished, replaced by a quick gulp.

"Right," Taehyung mumbled, his voice suddenly much quieter. "No soundproof rooms. Got it. Just... very important mafia business. With very serious people. Who probably don't appreciate my flair for the dramatic. Understood, Boss." He even gave a tiny, almost formal bow.

Jungkook gave him one last, withering look, then turned and continued down the corridor. Jimin let out a shaky breath of relief. Taehyung, however, already had a new mischievous glint in his eye as he glanced around. He'd temporarily conceded the volume, but the drama was clearly far from over.

Jungkook led them into a large, impeccably furnished office. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, but the blinds were mostly drawn. A massive, dark wood desk dominated the room, piled with sleek monitors and discreet communication devices.

"Sit," Jungkook commanded, gesturing to a pair of expensive leather chairs opposite his desk. He walked behind it, settling into his own chair with a weary sigh.

Jimin practically dove into one of the chairs, pulling it closer to the desk as if for protection. He sat ramrod straight, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. Taehyung, however, sauntered over to the window, peering through the blinds.

"Wow, what a view, darling!" Taehyung exclaimed, completely ignoring Jungkook's instruction. "Is this where you watch over your empire? Do you have a giant laser beam you can fire at rival gangs from up here?" He turned, his eyes wide with theatrical awe. "Or is it just for admiring the sunset with your trusted... associates?"

Jungkook pressed his fingers against his temples. "Taehyung, sit down. Now. We are not admiring the sunset, and I do not have a laser beam. And you are not on a guided tour." His voice was low, laced with a warning that finally pierced through Taehyung's dramatics.

Taehyung sighed, a soft sound of theatrical resignation, and reluctantly walked over to the other leather chair. He didn't sit quite as primly as Jimin, opting to recline slightly, one leg casually crossed over the other.

"So," Taehyung began, undeterred, "what's the damage, Bunny Boss? Besides my emotionally bruised ego from your harsh words." He gave a slight pout.

Jungkook leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. His gaze was sharp, serious. "The damage is that my location, my identity, and my... 'personal relationship' have been broadcast across a university campus and are now likely circulating on social media. That compromises everything." He paused, his eyes narrowing. "Do you have any idea how many people are now aware of my presence in Seoul who shouldn't be?"

Taehyung squirmed slightly, losing some of his composure. "Well, I just... I missed you! And I thought you'd be happy! It was a grand romantic gesture!"

Jungkook just stared, a silent, disapproving look that made Taehyung shrink a little further into his chair.

"Look," Jungkook continued, his voice losing some of its ice but gaining a tired exasperation, "I understand you were... trying to get my attention. And I appreciate your... unconventional methods. But this isn't a game, Taehyung. My world has real consequences. And because of your stunt, I now have to spend the next few days taking extra precautions, diverting resources, and dealing with unnecessary attention." He sighed. "So, you're going to stay here. And you're going to be quiet. While I work."

Jimin let out a tiny sigh of relief, happy to be quiet. Taehyung, however, fidgeted. Being quiet was going to be the hardest part of all.

Jungkook had been working for about fifteen minutes, the rhythmic tap of his fingers on the keyboard the only sound, when the quiet was abruptly shattered. He glanced up, a muscle twitching in his jaw.

Taehyung was no longer in his chair. He was now casually strolling around Jungkook's cabin, hands in his pockets, humming a cheerful tune. He ran a finger along the top of a sleek bookshelf, then paused to scrutinize a modern art sculpture, tilting his head.

"Hmm, interesting," Taehyung mused aloud, as if in a private art gallery. "Very minimalist, Bunny Boss. Though I think it could use a splash of color. Maybe some glitter." He then peered at a framed certificate on the wall. "Oh, 'Excellence in Strategic Operations,' how fascinating! Is that like... 'Best in Secret World Domination'?"

Jungkook slowly lifted his gaze from his monitor, his eyes fixing on Taehyung. His voice was dangerously calm. "Taehyung. I told you to sit down. And to be quiet."

Taehyung jumped slightly, caught in the act. He turned, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Oh, sorry, darling! I just get so restless, you know? And this cabin is just so... intriguing! So many secrets, I'm sure!" He gestured vaguely at the room. "Is this where you plan all your amazing heists? Or just yell at your underlings?"

Jimin, who had been sitting frozen in his chair, now looked like he wanted to sink through the floor. He slowly raised a hand, as if asking permission to speak. "Taehyung," he whispered, "maybe... maybe just sit down?"

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, his patience wearing thin. "This is my office, Taehyung. I run my operations here. And no, I don't plan 'heists' or 'yell at my underlings' like a cartoon villain. I work." He gestured pointedly at the empty chair. "Now sit. Down. Before I lose what little patience I have left."

Taehyung sighed dramatically, like a child being told to clean their room. "Fine, fine. So much for the grand tour of the secret lair." He finally sauntered back to the chair, dropping into it with a theatrical slump. He folded his arms across his chest and let out a loud, drawn-out sigh. "This is going to be so boring, my love. Just sitting here, watching you work. Can't we just go get some more tteokbokki?"

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose, contemplating the very real possibility of a soundproof room. He knew this was going to be a very long day.

Jungkook endured Taehyung's dramatic sighs and restless fidgeting for another ten minutes. The tapping of Taehyung's foot became an increasingly annoying rhythm against the silent hum of the office. Jungkook knew he couldn't concentrate on his critical reports with Taehyung radiating boredom like a heat lamp.

He let out a long, weary sigh, pushing away from his monitor. He reached for a stack of thick folders on a side table, their covers nondescript but filled with endless lines of data.

"Alright, Taehyung," Jungkook said, his voice flat. "You want something to do? You want to be 'useful'?" He held up one of the folders. "I have a task for you."

Taehyung's eyes immediately lit up, a playful glint returning. He straightened in his chair. "A task? Ooh, a mission! Is it a decoding mission? Or maybe a secret message delivery? I'm excellent at dramatic reveals!"

Jimin, from his corner, looked at Jungkook with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging him not to give Taehyung anything dangerous.

Jungkook ignored Taehyung's enthusiasm and Jimin's terror. He walked over and placed the thick folder, along with a sleek tablet and a stylus, on the small table between Taehyung and Jimin.

"This," Jungkook explained, tapping the folder, "is raw data. Client information. Extremely sensitive. I need it digitized. Every single line, every single number, transferred precisely into this tablet." He pointed to a complex spreadsheet application on the screen. "You will not skip a single detail. You will not ask questions about the contents. You will not talk to anyone about this. And you will not make a single mistake."

Taehyung peered at the folder, then at the tablet. His excited expression slowly morphed into a look of mild disappointment, then confusion. "You want me to... type? Like, data entry? But... where's the danger? Where's the flair? Where's the dramatic tension, my love?"

"The dramatic tension," Jungkook deadpanned, "is that if you make even one error, or breathe a word of this to anyone, you will regret it more than that ridiculous banner. This is not a game, Taehyung. This is real work." His gaze was cold and serious. "Can you handle it, or are you too much of a 'sensitive artist'?"

Taehyung bristled slightly at the challenge, then shrugged. "Fine! Data entry! I can do data entry! Anything for my Bunny Boss!" He picked up the tablet, a mischievous glint still in his eyes. "Though I think it deserves a cooler codename. Operation: Spreadsheet Sensation! Or maybe, Operation: Digital Darling!"

Jimin, seeing that Taehyung was safely occupied with something mundane, finally let out a shaky sigh of relief. Jungkook merely returned to his desk, resuming his work, though he cast a wary eye at Taehyung every few minutes, half-expecting sparks to fly even from data entry.

Hours later, the soft glow of the desk lamps filled Jungkook's office as dusk settled over the city. Jungkook finally pushed his chair back, a weary sigh escaping him. He stretched, feeling the stiffness in his shoulders from hours of intense work. He had been so immersed in his own tasks, analyzing reports and making calls, that he'd almost forgotten about his two unexpected guests.

He glanced over, half-expecting to see Taehyung attempting to juggle pens or using the sensitive tablet as a frisbee. Instead, he found a surprisingly peaceful scene.

Taehyung was still hunched over the tablet, his brow furrowed in concentration. His tongue was even sticking out slightly, a sign of genuine focus. He was tapping away at the screen with the stylus, muttering numbers and codes under his breath. Jimin was leaning over his shoulder, occasionally pointing at the physical file.

"No, Tae, that's a seven, not a one! See the little dash at the bottom?" Jimin whispered, his voice surprisingly patient.

"Oh, right! My bad. So many tiny numbers, Jiminie! This is harder than it looks, Bunny Boss makes it look easy!" Taehyung grumbled, but he corrected himself without complaint.

Jungkook watched them for a moment, a wave of something akin to relief washing over him. There was no chaotic energy, no dramatic outbursts, no incessant flirting. Just two individuals, quietly engaged in a tedious, but necessary, task. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched Jungkook's lips. For once, the office was quiet. For once, Taehyung wasn't causing a public spectacle or trying to set fire to his patience.

He let out another, softer sigh, this one of genuine contentment. "Finally," he murmured to himself, the word barely audible. "Peace." He leaned back in his chair, watching the unexpected harmony unfold. The thought of a few hours without any more drama felt like an unimaginable luxury.

Jungkook continued to observe Taehyung and Jimin, the rare quiet in his office almost unsettling. Taehyung was still engrossed in the data entry, meticulously tapping away on the tablet. As he leaned forward slightly to read a particularly small number, his legs, which had been loosely crossed, shifted. He settled into a comfortable, almost unconscious manspread, his knees splaying slightly, revealing a flash of exposed ankle beneath the hem of his casual pants.

Jungkook's eyes, which had been idly watching, suddenly sharpened. His gaze lingered for a moment on the relaxed posture, the stretch of fabric, the unconscious ease. An unexpected, unholy thought flickered through his mind, a fleeting image that made his breath catch. He frowned, a rush of heat creeping up his neck.

He quickly shook his head, physically dislodging the inappropriate thought. What was he even thinking? This was Taehyung, the annoying, dramatic, public-nuisance college student. Not... that. He cleared his throat loudly, the sound cutting through the quiet hum of the office.

"Suga," Jungkook called out, his voice a little rougher than intended, pulling his gaze away from Taehyung. He reached for his intercom, needing to break the sudden, awkward silence in his own head.

Taehyung and Jimin both jumped, startled by the sudden voice. Taehyung quickly pulled his legs together, looking up with wide, innocent eyes.

"Yes, Boss?" a calm voice responded through the intercom.

Jungkook cleared his throat again, trying to regain his composure. "Come to my office. Now." He ended the call, avoiding Taehyung's curious gaze. He needed to focus. He needed to get this bizarre, unsettling day back on track.

The door to Jungkook's office opened, and a man with a calm, almost serene demeanor, entered. He had a quiet confidence that seemed to command respect without needing to raise his voice. This was Suga. He walked towards Jungkook's desk, his gaze sweeping over the room with a subtle curiosity.

Jungkook handed Suga the thick folder Taehyung had been working on. "This needs immediate attention," he said, his voice clipped and professional. "Ensure complete accuracy. And keep it confidential."

Suga took the folder, his eyes briefly flicking to Taehyung and Jimin. He raised a questioning eyebrow, a silent inquiry about their presence.

Jimin, however, seemed to have completely forgotten his fear. His jaw had dropped slightly, and his eyes were wide, fixed on Suga. He was practically drooling.

Taehyung, noticing Jimin's open admiration, rolled his eyes dramatically. He reached over and wiped at Jimin's chin with an exaggerated gesture. "Close your mouth, Jiminie! You're going to catch flies! And try to look a little less like you're about to propose!"

Jimin, startled, snapped out of his trance. He blushed furiously, shoving Taehyung away. "I was not drooling! I was just... admiring his... his aura! He has a very powerful aura!"

Taehyung just snorted, shaking his head. He then turned back to Jungkook, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, Bunny Boss, who's this handsome gentleman? Another one of your brooding associates? Does he also have a secret, tragic backstory?"

Jungkook sighed, a sound of utter weariness. He ignored Taehyung's teasing and simply gave Suga a curt nod. "Suga, this is Taehyung, and that's Jimin. They're... helping me with something." He deliberately omitted the details of their "help."

Suga, ever the professional, just nodded back at Jungkook, his expression unreadable. He then gave Taehyung and Jimin a polite, but brief, nod.

"Pleasure," he said, his voice calm and measured. He then turned back to Jungkook, his focus immediately returning to the task at hand. "I'll see to this immediately, Boss." He turned to leave, his presence leaving a strange mix of calm and intense focus in the room.

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