Jimin watched Suga leave, a wistful sigh escaping him. "He's so... collected," he murmured, almost to himself. "And so tall. And his eyes are so calm. Wow."

Taehyung rolled his eyes dramatically again. "Oh, stop it, Jiminie. You sound like you've just seen a celebrity. He's just another one of Jungkook's very serious, very boring associates." He then turned his attention back to Jungkook, who was already engrossed in his monitors again. "So, Bunny Boss, are we done with the 'data entry' now? Because my fingers are cramping, and I'm pretty sure Jimin here is going to write a fanfiction about your quiet friend."

Jungkook didn't look up, his fingers still flying across the keyboard. "You're not done until I say you're done. And Jimin is not writing fanfiction in my office." His voice was flat, but the corners of his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Taehyung pouted, crossing his arms. "But I'm bored! This is not how I envisioned my exciting adventure in the mafia headquarters! Where are the daring escapes? The witty banter with villains? The dramatic showdowns?" He looked around the pristine office as if expecting a trapdoor to open.

Jimin, finally finding his voice, piped up. "Taehyung, please! Just... just be quiet! He's working! And I don't want to get thrown into a soundproof room!" He cast a terrified glance at Jungkook, who still hadn't looked up.

Taehyung ignored him, leaning forward in his chair. "Come on, my love! Can't we take a break? Get some coffee? Or maybe you can tell me a thrilling story about your most dangerous mission! The one where you almost got caught, but then you used your super-secret ninja skills to escape!" He leaned in closer, his eyes wide with anticipation.

Jungkook finally pushed back from his desk, his gaze slowly rising to meet Taehyung's. A long, exasperated sigh escaped him.

"Taehyung," he said, his voice quiet, "I am trying to run an international organization. An organization that, thanks to you, now has its boss's 'mafia wifey' and 'bunny boss' nicknames trending on social media. I don't have time for 'thrilling stories' or 'ninja skills.' I have a mess to clean up."

He stood up, walking around the desk to face Taehyung. "You want something thrilling? You want drama?" He paused, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. "Try to stay out of my way for the next few days. That, for you, will be the most thrilling challenge of all."

Taehyung, sensing the genuine frustration, slowly sank back in his chair. "But... but where will I go?" he asked, his voice suddenly smaller, the dramatic flair momentarily forgotten.

Jungkook merely stared at him, a silent dare in his eyes. He wasn't going to make it easy.

Just as Taehyung was contemplating Jungkook's ominous challenge, a discreet buzz vibrated from Jungkook's desk. He glanced at the monitor, his expression instantly shifting back to intense focus. The playful exasperation vanished, replaced by the cold, calculating aura of the mafia boss.

"Excuse me," Jungkook stated, his voice clipped and precise. He didn't wait for a response. He simply turned and walked towards the heavy, unmarked door he'd entered through.

Jimin let out a tiny gasp. "He's just leaving us here?!" he whispered, his eyes wide as he watched Jungkook stride purposefully out of the office. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving them in the silent, intimidating room with only the hum of unseen electronics for company.

Taehyung stared at the closed door for a moment, then turned to Jimin, a bewildered look on his face. "Did he just... abandon us, Jiminie?" His voice was a dramatic whisper. "In his secret lair? What if this is a test? What if he's watching us from hidden cameras, waiting to see if we try to steal his very important pens?" He gestured vaguely at the desk.

Jimin whimpered. "Or worse! What if he just forgot about us? What if we're stuck here forever? What if those scary men outside come in here and 'secure' us?!" He pulled his knees up to his chest, looking utterly terrified.

Taehyung, however, already had a mischievous gleam returning to his eyes. He slowly pushed himself up from the chair. "Nonsense, Jiminie! He wouldn't forget about his favorite dramatic darling. No, this is an opportunity!" He glanced at the door, then back at Jimin, a conspiratorial smile spreading across his face. "He said to stay out of his way, right? He didn't say anything about exploring!"

Jimin's eyes widened in horror. "Taehyung! No! Don't you dare! He just threatened us with soundproof rooms and... and scary men! You heard him! We have to stay put!"

But Taehyung was already halfway to Jungkook's massive desk, his curiosity far outweighing his earlier fear.

"Oh, my sweet Jiminie, where's your sense of adventure? This is the perfect chance to discover more about my mysterious mafia wifey! Maybe he has a secret drawer full of snacks!" He began to cautiously open a desk drawer.

Jimin scrambled out of his chair, rushing towards Taehyung. "Taehyung, stop! You heard him! We're not supposed to touch anything! He'll know! He sees everything, I just know it!" He tried to physically pull Taehyung away from the desk.

But Taehyung, with the stubbornness of a cat intent on a forbidden counter, merely shrugged off Jimin's frantic tugs. His eyes were already gleaming with excitement as he peered into the first drawer. "Relax, Jiminie! He's gone! This is our chance! Think of the intel we could gather for our... 'relationship assessment'!"

The drawer slid open silently, revealing not secret plans or stacks of cash, but meticulously organized office supplies. Rows of sleek pens, perfectly aligned paper clips, and pristine notebooks filled it.

Taehyung's face fell slightly. "Oh. Just... pens." He sighed dramatically. "So boring, Bunny Boss. No hidden compartments? No emergency escape buttons?" He rummaged through it briefly, pulling out a particularly fancy pen. "At least he has good taste in stationery. I wonder if he writes secret love letters with this."

Jimin groaned, burying his face in his hands. "He writes important documents, Taehyung! Documents that probably decide the fate of nations, not love letters!"

Taehyung, undeterred, moved to the next drawer. This one contained a few minimalist gadgets: a small, high-tech looking device, a sleek data stick, and a pair of discreet, almost invisible earpieces identical to the one Jungkook had been wearing.

"Ooh, look!" Taehyung whispered excitedly, picking up one of the earpieces. "This is probably how he talks to his super-secret agents! 'Operation: Get me more banana milk!'" He held it to his ear, pressing buttons. "Hello? Is anyone there? This is Agent V, requesting immediate ice cream delivery!"

Jimin's eyes widened in horror. He snatched the earpiece from Taehyung's hand. "Taehyung! Are you trying to get us killed?! That's probably connected to his entire network! He'll know we touched it! He'll send the scary men after us!" He shoved the earpiece back into the drawer as if it were a live grenade.

Taehyung pouted. "You're no fun, Jiminie. Besides, he didn't tell us not to explore, just to 'stay out of his way' and 'be quiet.' And I'm being very quiet while exploring! It's multi-tasking!" He then turned his attention to a small, locked compartment on the side of the desk, his eyes alight with newfound purpose. "Aha! Now this looks promising! This must be where the real secrets are kept!"

Jimin's face paled. "Taehyung, no! Don't even think about it! Please! For the love of all that is good and peaceful in the world, do not try to break into the mafia boss's secret desk compartment!" He clutched at Taehyung's arm, terror making his voice shrill. "He'll skin us alive!"

Taehyung, ignoring Jimin's frantic pleas, knelt by the side of Jungkook's imposing desk, his fingers tracing the outline of a small, discreet keypad built into the dark wood. His eyes gleamed with a mischievous excitement that overshadowed any fear.

"Oh, Jiminie, stop being such a drama queen!" Taehyung whispered, his voice hushed with theatrical intensity. "This is precisely the kind of thrilling mystery I've been looking for! A secret compartment! In a mafia boss's office! It's practically begging to be opened!" He pressed his ear against the wood, as if listening for secret mechanisms.

Jimin, however, was practically hyperventilating. "Taehyung! That's a safe! A mafia boss's safe! Do you have a death wish?! He'll kill us! He'll probably have us dissolved in acid! My beautiful skin, ruined!" He clung to Taehyung's arm, trying to drag him away, but Taehyung was surprisingly strong when driven by curiosity.

"Nonsense!" Taehyung scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "He wouldn't dissolve his favorite dramatic darling! Besides, what's the worst that could happen? He'll just give me a stern lecture and maybe a very long pout. I can handle a pout." He tried a few random numbers on the keypad, humming to himself. "One, two, three, four... no. How about... the date of my birth? Every good boss knows their favorite person's birthday!"

Jimin let out a desperate sob. "He doesn't even know your birthday, Taehyung! He barely tolerates your existence! And if you try to open that, he'll tolerate it even less!" He tugged harder, his voice rising in panic. "Please! Let's just sit down and pretend we were very good boys!"

Taehyung, however, was already lost in the thrill of the potential discovery. He pressed his ear against the safe again, his concentration absolute. "Hmm, it needs a code, Jiminie. A secret code. Maybe it's his weakness! The one thing he loves more than his organization!" He paused, a hopeful glint in his eye. "Do you think it's 'banana milk'?"

Jimin collapsed onto the floor, defeated. He knew there was no stopping Taehyung when he was this determined. He could only close his eyes and brace himself for the inevitable, terrifying consequences of trying to unlock a mafia boss's secret safe.

Taehyung's fingers hovered over the keypad, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Okay, last guess, Jiminie! What if it's... 'mafia wifey'?" He giggled, totally oblivious to Jimin's horrified whimpers on the floor. He punched in the word, letter by letter, using the numbers corresponding to the keypad.

For a moment, nothing happened. Taehyung leaned in, his ear pressed against the cool metal of the safe. "See? Nothing. Maybe it's broken. Or maybe he just doesn't have any secrets!"

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing BEEP-BEEP-BEEP! ripped through the silent office. It wasn't a gentle chime; it was a loud, insistent alarm, echoing off the minimalist walls. A harsh red light began to flash rhythmically from a small panel above the safe.

Jimin shrieked, scrambling backward on the floor until his back hit the wall. His eyes were wide with pure terror. "Oh my God! Oh my God, Taehyung! You did it! You set off the alarm! We're dead! We are so dead!" He buried his face in his hands, trembling.

Taehyung froze, his hand still hovering over the keypad. His eyes, previously sparkling with curiosity, were now wide with genuine shock. He looked at the flashing red light, then at the screaming Jimin, then back at the desk. The triumphant smirk had vanished, replaced by a look of sheer, unadulterated panic.

"Uh oh," Taehyung whispered, his voice small and utterly unlike his usual booming dramatics. "That's... that's not good, is it?" He looked desperately at the closed office door, as if expecting Jungkook to materialize instantly, a very angry, very non-bunny-like expression on his face.

The piercing BEEP-BEEP-BEEP! continued to blare, echoing deafeningly in the once-silent office. The red light pulsed with an alarming intensity, painting the pristine walls in menacing crimson flashes.

Jimin was practically a ball of shaking fear on the floor, muttering incoherent apologies to an unseen Jungkook. "I told him! I told him not to! Oh, God, we're going to prison! Or worse! They'll send us to the basement of the basement!"

Taehyung, however, had moved beyond mere panic. His eyes darted wildly around the office, searching for an escape, a hiding spot, anything. His mind, usually brimming with dramatic flair, was now a blank slate of pure, unadulterated terror. He looked at the safe, then at his own trembling hands, then at the door, which seemed to swell ominously in size.

"Jiminie," Taehyung whispered, his voice hoarse, "Jiminie, what do we do? He's going to kill me! He's going to use the soundproof room!" He pointed vaguely at the door. "They're coming! The scary men are coming!"

As if on cue, the heavy office door burst open with a resounding thud. Two large, impeccably dressed men, the very same security personnel from the garage, stormed in, their faces grim, their hands already moving towards concealed weapons. Behind them, his face a thundercloud of fury and utter disbelief, stood Jungkook. His eyes, usually cold, were now blazing with an intensity that promised immediate and severe consequences.

"What. Have. You. Done." Jungkook's voice was low, each word bitten off, resonating with a terrifying calm that was far more chilling than any shout. His gaze swept from the blaring safe alarm, to the terrified Jimin huddled on the floor, and finally settled on Taehyung, who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Taehyung tried to speak, but only a dry, desperate squeak escaped him. He instinctively took a step back, bumping into the large desk.

Jimin, seeing Jungkook's face, managed to choke out, "He touched the safe! I told him not to! He tried to open it, Jungkook-ssi! He's obsessed with your secrets!" He pointed an accusing, trembling finger at Taehyung, desperate to deflect the impending wrath.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed. "My secrets?" he repeated, his voice laced with venom. He took a slow, deliberate step into the room, his gaze never leaving Taehyung. The security men, now fully inside, positioned themselves, their eyes fixed on Taehyung. The alarm continued to shriek, a cacophony of doom.

The deafening alarm continued to shriek, and Jungkook's furious gaze felt like a physical weight on Taehyung. Jimin's frantic accusations only made it worse. Taehyung's mind raced, trying to find a plausible explanation, a dramatic escape route from the impending doom he'd clearly brought upon himself.

"J-Jungkook-ssi!" Taehyung stammered, his usual confidence completely shattered. He raised his hands in a placating gesture, like a startled bird. "It's not what it looks like! I mean, it is what it looks like, but not... not in a bad way!" He looked frantically at the blaring safe, then at Jungkook's stone-cold face.

"Not in a bad way?" Jungkook's voice was a low, dangerous rumble. He took another step, his presence dominating the already tense room. The two security men remained like statues, their eyes fixed on Taehyung.

"Yes! Exactly!" Taehyung blurted out, a desperate surge of his dramatic flair returning, albeit warped by panic. "I was just... I was trying to find your birthday! Or something important to you! You know, for our... our bonding experience!" He gestured wildly between himself and Jungkook. "I thought if I knew your secret code, it would be like... a trust exercise! A symbol of our growing connection, Bunny Boss!"

Jimin, from his huddled position, let out a pathetic groan. "He thought it was 'mafia wifey'!" he wailed, unable to contain his fear.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed even further. He closed the distance between them, stopping directly in front of Taehyung. "My 'growing connection'? My 'trust exercise'?" His voice was laced with a chilling disbelief. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper that cut through the alarm's blare. "That 'trust exercise' just triggered a Class A security breach. My secrets, Taehyung, are not for your 'bonding experiences.' They are for keeping people like me alive. And people like you out of trouble."

Taehyung swallowed hard, the last vestiges of his dramatics dying in his throat. He could see in Jungkook's eyes that this was far beyond a mere lecture or a "long pout." This was serious. This was the real, dangerous Jungkook. "I... I'm really, really sorry, Jungkook-ssi," he mumbled, his voice small and genuinely contrite. "I didn't mean to... to set off your very loud, very red alarm. I just... got curious."

Jungkook simply stared at him, his face a mask of furious disappointment. He then turned to one of the security men. "Kill the alarm." The blaring stopped instantly, plunging the office into an eerie silence, which somehow felt even heavier than the noise. "And contact Mr. Kim and Mr. Park's families. Tell them they will be staying here for the foreseeable future. For their own protection."

Jimin let out another choked sound, his face draining of all color. Taehyung's head snapped up, his own eyes wide with renewed alarm. "Stay here?! But... but what about Luna?"

Jungkook simply raised an eyebrow, a cold, hard glint in his eyes. "That, Taehyung," he said, his voice quiet but utterly firm, "is the least of your concerns right now."

Jungkook stared at Taehyung, the weight of his previous statement settling heavily in the silent office. The air was thick with the unspoken implications of being held at Jungkook's headquarters. Just then, a discreet tap came at the door.

"Enter," Jungkook commanded, his eyes still fixed on Taehyung.

One of his men, a sharp-featured individual named Hoseok, entered quietly. He carried a tablet and approached Jungkook's desk, his gaze briefly flicking to the two stunned guests.

"Boss," Hoseok began, his voice calm and efficient. "I ran a quick background check on Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, as requested when we initiated the security hold. We found their residences."

Jungkook nodded, a grim satisfaction in his eyes. "And?"

Hoseok's next words made Jungkook's brow furrow almost imperceptibly. "They both live alone, Boss. Kim Taehyung has a dorm room at Seoul University, and Park Jimin has a small apartment. Neither seems to have family living with them in Seoul. No immediate dependents."

The information hung in the air, shifting the dynamic of the room. Jungkook's gaze hardened, but for a different reason now. His usual cold calculation now mixed with a hint of... something else. He had intended to inconvenience them, to teach Taehyung a harsh lesson. But the idea of them being completely alone, with no one to immediately notice their disappearance or vouch for them, added an unexpected layer to the situation. It made them more vulnerable than he had anticipated.

Taehyung, whose face had been pale with fear, suddenly perked up slightly at Hoseok's words. A strange, knowing look passed between him and Jimin. Jungkook, however, didn't miss it.

"Thank you, Hoseok. You may go," Jungkook dismissed, his voice returning to its usual stern tone.

As Hoseok exited, the silence in the room returned, heavy with the new piece of information. Jungkook looked at Taehyung, then at Jimin, a complex array of thoughts churning behind his eyes. He had assumed they had family, friends, a robust support system who would immediately raise hell if they vanished. But "living alone"... that changed things. It changed the scope of his "lesson."

Jungkook stared at Taehyung and Jimin, the silence in the room punctuated only by the distant hum of the building. The new information about them living alone had unexpectedly softened the hard edges of his anger, replacing it with a complex sense of responsibility. He couldn't just throw them out after scaring them half to death, especially now that they had seen the inside of his headquarters.

And Taehyung, with his boundless capacity for chaos, was a walking security risk.

He let out a long, slow breath, running a hand through his dark hair. The tension in his shoulders seemed to ease slightly.

"Alright," Jungkook said, his voice quiet, causing both Taehyung and Jimin to look up, startled. "This time... this time, I'm letting it go."

Jimin gasped, a shaky sob of relief escaping him. "Really? Oh, thank you, Jungkook-ssi! Thank you! I promise I'll never help him with another crazy plan again!" He bowed his head repeatedly, tears welling in his eyes.

Taehyung, however, pushed himself up from the desk, a cautious hope dawning in his eyes. "You're... you're forgiving us, Bunny Boss?" His voice was still small, a rarity for him.

Jungkook fixed him with a stare, a flicker of his earlier exasperation returning. "Don't misunderstand, Taehyung. This does not mean I'm happy about any of this. Your actions caused a significant security breach. It was reckless, childish, and incredibly stupid." He paused, letting his words sink in. "But no, I'm not going to have you 'dissolved in acid' or put you in a 'soundproof room' for eternity."

Taehyung's face lit up, and he let out a relieved breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Oh, thank you, thank you, my love! You're the best mafia boss ever!" He took a step forward, a hint of his old charm returning.

"However," Jungkook continued, cutting off Taehyung's renewed enthusiasm, "you are not leaving this cabin. Not yet."

Taehyung stopped mid-step, his hopeful expression morphing into confusion. "Not leaving? But... but why, my dear? The alarm is off. We've been forgiven!"

"Because," Jungkook stated, his voice firm, "you now know things you shouldn't. And until I can ensure the full extent of this breach is contained, and that you two won't inadvertently cause more trouble, you'll be staying right here. For your own safety, and for mine." He looked pointedly at Taehyung. "Especially for yours, given your inability to control your mouth or your curiosity."

Jimin whimpered again, though less terrified this time. "But... but where will we sleep? And eat? And I have a dance class tomorrow!"

Taehyung, despite the new restriction, found a spark of something adventurous in the situation. He looked around the luxurious office. "Stay here? In your super cool office? So, it's like... a sleepover? With the mafia boss?" He even managed a tentative, playful grin.

Jungkook merely sighed, running a hand over his face. "It's not a sleepover, Taehyung. It's a temporary security measure. And you will be staying here until further notice. Both of you. Understood?"

Taehyung nodded, his initial disappointment fading as the novelty of the situation took over.

"Understood, Bunny Boss! Your dramatic darling and his terrified sidekick are officially under your protection!" He even gave a little mock salute.

Jungkook returned to his massive desk, the sleek monitors now glowing with complex data and charts. He pulled his chair in, his expression once again focused and intense, as if the last hour of drama had never happened. The soft hum of his computer and the quiet tapping of his fingers on the keyboard were the only sounds in the spacious office.

Jimin and Taehyung remained huddled in their corner, watching him. Jimin still looked wide-eyed and terrified, occasionally glancing at the door as if expecting guards to suddenly appear and whisk them away.

"He's really going back to work," Jimin whispered, a hint of awe in his voice. "Just like that. Like he didn't just tell us we're basically prisoners in his secret lair."

Taehyung, however, seemed to find a strange fascination in observing Jungkook. He leaned forward, propping his chin in his hands, his eyes tracking Jungkook's every move. "He's so concentrated, Jiminie," Taehyung murmured, a dreamy quality to his voice. "Look at him. So serious. So powerful." He sighed dramatically. "Even his work is attractive."

Jimin nudged him with his elbow. "Taehyung! He's a mafia boss! This isn't a date! He just threatened us with 'consequences'!"

"But he forgave us!" Taehyung countered, his eyes still fixed on Jungkook. "And he's letting us stay! It's like... he can't be without his dramatic darling!" He giggled softly, then leaned closer to Jimin. "Do you think he actually believes all that 'security breach' stuff? Or is he just secretly enjoying having me here?"

Jimin stared at him, aghast. "Taehyung, I think he genuinely wants to glue your mouth shut. He looks like he's planning his next big operation to deal with you."

Jungkook suddenly shifted in his chair, and both Taehyung and Jimin instantly snapped back, pretending to be utterly inconspicuous. Jungkook, however, didn't look up from his screen. He merely let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he scrolled through something on his monitor.

Taehyung immediately perked up. "Oh! He's stressed, Jiminie! Look! My Bunny Boss is stressed! Maybe he needs a hug? Or a foot rub?" He started to rise from his chair, a look of concerned sympathy on his face.

Jimin grabbed his arm, pulling him back down with surprising force. "Taehyung, no! Don't even think about it! You'll just make it worse! Just... sit still and be quiet! Please!"

Taehyung pouted, but he settled back, content to simply watch Jungkook from a distance, occasionally letting out a soft, theatrical sigh of concern. He was convinced his mere presence was a comforting balm to the weary mafia boss.

Hours crawled by, filled only with the soft clicks of Jungkook's keyboard and the occasional anxious shuffle from Jimin. Taehyung, surprisingly, had managed to stay relatively quiet, though his eyes never left Jungkook, tracking his every subtle movement. Jimin and Taehyung were now sitting directly on the plush carpet in the corner, having deemed the chairs too far from the action (in Taehyung's case) or too exposed (in Jimin's).

Suddenly, a sharp, authoritative click echoed as the office door opened without a knock. A woman's voice, high-pitched and overly sweet, filled the room.

"Jungkook, darling, why didn't you answer my calls?" the voice purred. "I was worried sick! Did you forget we had that lunch meeting with the Choi consortium? You know how important they are to the new Busan ventures!"

Jungkook visibly stiffened. He let out a low, almost inaudible groan, pushing a hand through his hair. His face, which had been a mask of focused intensity, now contorted into an expression of profound irritation. He didn't even need to turn around. He already knew.

It was Yura.

Taehyung's head snapped up, a flicker of curiosity replacing his quiet observation. Jimin flinched, instinctively pressing himself further into the corner.

"Choi consortium? Busan ventures?" Yura continued, her high heels clicking precisely on the polished floor as she approached Jungkook's desk. "Honestly, you're going to work yourself to death, my love. A man like you needs to relax. Perhaps with a nice, long weekend away in Jeju? Just the two of us?" Her voice oozed with a practiced charm that grated on Jungkook's nerves.

Taehyung's playful curiosity immediately soured. His eyes narrowed as he watched Yura, impeccably dressed and radiating an almost aggressive sweetness, practically drape herself over Jungkook's desk. The way she purred "darling," "my love"—names Taehyung considered his exclusive property—sent a jolt of pure jealousy through him. He glared at her, wishing looks could melt designer handbags.

Jimin, still huddled on the floor, risked a peek. "Who's that?" he whispered to Taehyung, seeing the woman's flashy presence.

"That," Taehyung hissed back, his voice low and venomous, "is an intruder. She's calling my Bunny Boss 'darling.' The audacity." He clenched his fists, a dramatic storm brewing in his chest.

Jungkook, meanwhile, looked like he was biting back a scream. He finally turned his chair, his expression a tight mask of professional annoyance. "Yura," he said, his voice clipped and flat, "I'm busy. And I thought I told you not to come here unannounced."

"Oh, come on, Jungkook, darling," Yura chirped, oblivious to his irritation. She reached out, her perfectly manicured hand hovering near his arm. "Just a quick check-in. And to remind you about Busan. We simply must finalize that deal by the end of the week. You need me to keep you organized."

Taehyung watched, silently fuming. He saw Jungkook's jaw clench, the faint tremor in his shoulders. He saw the way Jungkook subtly leaned away from Yura's touch. A perverse satisfaction began to mix with his jealousy. Jungkook was clearly miserable. The "Bunny Boss" was irritated, truly irritated, not just putting on a show for him. This woman was a genuine annoyance.

"I am perfectly capable of handling my own schedule, Yura," Jungkook replied, his voice strained. "And the Busan deal is being handled." He shot a quick, almost imperceptible glance towards Taehyung and Jimin in the corner, a silent warning to stay absolutely still.

Taehyung, despite his burning desire to leap up and declare his superior claim to all of Jungkook's pet names, remained silent, a silent sentinel of suppressed fury.

He kept his eyes glued to Jungkook, watching the subtle shifts in his posture, the tight line of his mouth, the way his fingers drummed impatiently on the desk. He felt a fierce, protective urge rise within him.

She doesn't know him like I do, Taehyung thought, a strange possessiveness taking root. She doesn't know he blushes. She doesn't know he hates public displays of affection. And she definitely doesn't know he's secretly my mafia wifey.

Yura continued to prattle, completely oblivious to Jungkook's growing irritation and Taehyung's simmering fury in the corner. "You know, darling, I could really help you manage your personal life too. I could organize your wardrobe, perhaps find you a more suitable cologne—"

Before Jungkook could even utter a sharp retort, a blur of motion erupted from the corner of the room. Taehyung, who had been sitting coiled like a spring, suddenly launched himself forward.

Jimin was shocked. One moment, Taehyung was silently simmering beside him, and the next, he was gone, a phantom of fury.

"You!" Taehyung's voice cut through Yura's chatter, sharp and furious, utterly devoid of his usual playful lilt. He reached Yura in two swift strides, his hand shooting out. Before anyone could react, Taehyung had seized a handful of Yura's meticulously styled hair.

"You don't get to call my Bunny Boss 'darling'!" Taehyung shrieked, his face contorted in a mask of pure, unadulterated jealousy and rage. He gave a sharp tug.

Yura let out a shocked squawk, her perfect composure shattering instantly. "Ow! What the—?! Let go of me, you lunatic!" She spun around, her eyes wide with disbelief and pain as she finally registered Taehyung's furious face.

And just like that, the fight started.

Yura, recovering from the initial shock, let out a furious scream and swung her designer handbag at Taehyung. He dodged, still clinging to her hair, and she retaliated by digging her perfectly manicured nails into his arm.

"He's my darling, you hear me?!" Taehyung yelled, giving another retaliatory yank on her hair. "You don't just come into his office and claim him! Go find your own grumpy boss!"

Jimin, witnessing the sudden, violent outburst, could only stare, his mouth agape.

"T-Taehyung?!" he stammered, utterly paralyzed by shock. He looked from the flailing, shrieking figures to Jungkook, who, for the first time in hours, seemed to have completely lost his cool.

Jungkook had pushed his chair back with a violent scrape, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and explosive fury. He was on his feet, halfway around his desk, his face a thundercloud.

"TAEHYUNG!" he roared, his voice shaking the very walls of the office, finally having reached the end of his already frayed patience. This was a nightmare beyond even his wildest imagination.

The office exploded into a chaotic swirl of limbs, hair, and indignant shouts. Yura, her face now a furious mask, retaliated with shocking ferocity. She shrieked, her voice high-pitched and piercing, and then, with a sharp, swift movement, she retaliated. Her hands shot out, digging into Taehyung's own perfectly coiffed hair, and she gave a yank that made him yelp.

"You think you can just assault me, you uncivilized brute?!" Yura screamed, pulling Taehyung's hair harder. "I'll scratch your eyes out, you crazy fanboy! He wouldn't even look at someone like you!"

"Fanboy?!" Taehyung roared back, completely losing his mind. He pulled Yura's hair with equal force. "I'm his future Husband ! You're just a glorified secretary with a bad sense of style!" He aimed a kick at her shin, which she dodged.

Jungkook was already halfway around his desk, his face a thundercloud of absolute disbelief and raw fury. "STOP IT!" he bellowed, his voice echoing with an authority that usually quelled entire rooms. "BOTH OF YOU! NOW!"

He lunged forward, trying to separate the two entangled figures. Yura's high-pitched wails mixed with Taehyung's indignant shouts, creating a cacophony that grated on Jungkook's last nerve. He grabbed Taehyung by the shoulder, trying to pull him back, but Taehyung was surprisingly strong, fueled by a jealous rage.

"Get off him, you hag!" Taehyung yelled, still clinging to Yura's hair. "He's mine! My Bunny Boss!"

"He's my business partner, you deluded street rat!" Yura shrieked, twisting away and pulling Taehyung's hair even harder, making him cry out.

Jungkook managed to get between them, pushing them apart with a desperate, frustrated grunt. He grabbed Taehyung by both shoulders, holding him at arm's length, his fingers digging into Taehyung's flesh.

"KIM TAEHYUNG! What in the actual hell do you think you're doing?!" Jungkook's eyes blazed, a furious inferno that promised dire consequences.

Yura, disheveled but still seething, stumbled back, glaring at Taehyung. Her hair was a mess, and a tear had started to run down her cheek, smudging her expensive makeup. "Jungkook, darling, get this barbarian out of here! He attacked me! This is unacceptable!"

Taehyung, breathing heavily, struggled in Jungkook's grip, still glaring daggers at Yura. "She called me a 'fanboy'!" he protested, pointing an accusatory finger at her. "And she was trying to steal you! You're my Bunny Boss!"

Jimin, witnessing the utter chaos, had finally managed to crawl under Jungkook's desk, trembling uncontrollably. This was far, far worse than any soundproof room. This was a full-blown catastrophe. And he knew, with chilling certainty, that the true wrath of the mafia boss was about to descend upon them all.

Jungkook was mid-sentence, his eyes blazing with fury, as he held Taehyung by the shoulders. Yura, disheveled and fuming, was still shrieking protests from a few feet away. The tension in the office was suffocating, a volatile mix of anger and disbelief.

Then, with a sudden, desperate surge of energy that surprised even Jungkook, Taehyung twisted in his grip. His hands shot out, not to push away, but to grab Jungkook's waist, pulling the formidable mafia boss forward with surprising force.

Before Jungkook could even register the movement, before he could utter another word of his impending wrath, Taehyung leaned in. His eyes, usually filled with playful mischief, were now blazing with a raw, possessive intensity. He brought his lips down on Jungkook's, a forceful, undeniable kiss that was less about tenderness and more about a desperate, defiant claim.

The sound of the kiss, soft yet impactful, seemed to echo in the sudden, stunned silence of the room.

Yura gasped, a sharp, high-pitched sound of utter shock and outrage. Her eyes, wide with disbelief, fixated on the sight before her. Her jaw dropped, her previous fury momentarily forgotten in the face of such an audacious act.

Jimin, who had slowly started to peek out from under the desk, froze. His eyes, already wide with fear, ballooned even further. He stared, completely motionless, at the unprecedented scene unfolding before him, a silent scream of pure, unadulterated shock trapped in his throat.

Jungkook, for the first time that day, was utterly, completely speechless. His eyes, usually so sharp and in control, were wide with a mix of shock and something akin to bewilderment. He stood rigid, unmoving, his hands still on Taehyung's shoulders, utterly unprepared for this unexpected, forceful, and incredibly public declaration. Taehyung, his face flushed but determined, continued to hold him, eyes still locked with Jungkook's in a defiant act of possession.

The moment of stunned silence stretched, thick with disbelief and the lingering shock of the kiss. Jungkook remained rigid, his eyes wide, utterly caught off guard by Taehyung's audacious move.

Then, before Jungkook could even process the sensation, before he could push back, Taehyung moved again. With a surprising surge of strength, Taehyung shoved Jungkook backward. Jungkook stumbled, thrown off balance by the sudden force, and landed with a muffled thud on the plush leather couch that lined the wall of the office.

Taehyung, relentless in his pursuit, landed directly on top of him, straddling Jungkook's lap, his body pressing down, refusing any escape. The kiss, which had momentarily broken, reconnected instantly.

Jimin, who had been peering out from under the desk, let out a terrified squeak and quickly ducked back down, squeezing his eyes shut. This was beyond anything he could have imagined.

Yura, on the other hand, let out a strangled cry of pure outrage and disgust. "What?!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. "Jungkook! Get this... this pervert off you! This is disgusting!" She took a furious step forward, her hands clenching into fists.

Taehyung, deaf to Yura's protests and Jungkook's stunned stillness, intensified the kiss. He shifted, pinning Jungkook more firmly. One of his hands moved to cup the back of Jungkook's head, holding him in place. The other hand, with a sudden, forceful grip, reached up and grabbed Jungkook's chin, tilting his head back slightly.

Jungkook's jaw was clenched tight, still reeling from the initial shock. But Taehyung was merciless. With a determined groan, Taehyung exerted pressure, forcefully prying Jungkook's mouth open. The next instant, Taehyung's tongue boldly invaded, pushing deep inside, exploring, demanding a response that Jungkook was too stunned to give.

Jungkook's eyes snapped open wider, a raw mixture of shock, anger, and something unidentifiable flashing within them. His hands, which had been frozen, finally clenched on Taehyung's shoulders, but whether in protest or to anchor himself, it was unclear. The bold, undeniable act was a shocking, visceral claim, leaving no doubt about Taehyung's intentions.

Taehyung finally broke the kiss, pulling back slowly, his eyes still locked onto Jungkook's dazed ones. A string of saliva connected them for a fleeting second before snapping. Jungkook lay beneath him, chest heaving, his face flushed, utterly motionless from the shock. His lips were swollen, glistening.

Taehyung’s chest was heaving, but a triumphant, possessive glint had returned to his eyes, far bolder and more unsettling than his usual playful mischief. He reached down, his fingers still stained with the residue of the kiss, and forcefully grabbed Jungkook's chin, tilting his head up. His grip was firm, dominating.

"Listen to me, Jungkook," Taehyung said, his voice low, husky, and filled with an undeniable command. There was no trace of the "dramatic darling" now, only a raw, unyielding declaration. "You don't belong to some 'Yura' with her awful perfume and her cheap attempts at flirting." He glanced over at Yura, who was still frozen in shock, her mouth agape.

Taehyung tightened his grip on Jungkook's chin, forcing Jungkook to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with a fierce, possessive fire. "You belong to me. You are my Bunny Boss. You are my mafia wifey." His thumb stroked over Jungkook's still-parted lips. "And nobody else gets to call you 'darling' or 'my love.' Only me."

Jimin, peeking out from under the desk, whimpered, his eyes wide as saucers. This was a side of Taehyung he had never, ever seen. It was terrifying, powerful, and utterly captivating in its raw intensity.

Jungkook, finally stirring, his breath coming in ragged gasps, stared up at Taehyung. His eyes were no longer wide with shock, but narrowed, a complex mix of surprise, anger, and something unreadable swirling within them. His hands, still resting on Taehyung's shoulders, had clenched into fists. He was completely pinned, completely dominated, by the very person he had tried to control just hours earlier. The office was silent save for their heavy breathing and Jimin's terrified whimpers.

The air in the office crackled with an almost unbearable tension. Taehyung's words, his eyes blazing with possessive fervor, hung heavy, echoing the shocking claim he had just made. Jungkook lay beneath him, his face flushed, his breath still coming in ragged gasps. For a long, drawn-out moment, he simply stared up at Taehyung, his eyes a swirling tempest of conflicting emotions.

Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, the tension in Jungkook's body began to ease. The fists that had been clenched on Taehyung's shoulders uncurled, his fingers splaying out, no longer gripping, but resting. The fury that had blazed in his eyes began to recede, replaced by a dazed, almost vulnerable expression. His jaw, which had been set in a rigid line, softened.

"Jungkook?" Yura's voice finally cut through the silence, sharp with a mix of disbelief and dawning horror. She took a hesitant step forward, her perfect composure utterly shattered. "What is he doing? Why aren't you—"

But Jungkook didn't even glance at her. His gaze remained locked on Taehyung, an unfathomable depth within his eyes. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. The resistance drained from him, leaving behind a strange, yielding stillness.

"Taehyung," Jungkook finally breathed, his voice barely a whisper, a stark contrast to his earlier roars. The name, spoken with such quiet submission, was almost lost in the sudden silence. His hands, now flat against Taehyung's shoulders, made no move to push him away. Instead, they seemed to settle, almost accepting.

Jimin, peeking from under the desk, let out a silent gasp. His eyes darted from Jungkook's unresisting form to Taehyung's triumphant, dominant face. He had never seen Jungkook like this. Never.

Taehyung's grip on Jungkook's chin remained firm, his gaze unwavering. He watched the shift in Jungkook's eyes, the subtle relaxation of his body, the unexpected vulnerability in his whisper. A slow, satisfied smile stretched across Taehyung's face, transforming his fierce possessiveness into something akin to triumph.

"That's right, Bunny Boss," Taehyung murmured, his voice now softer, filled with a husky tenderness that was almost as startling as his previous fury. "You belong to me." He leaned down again, pressing his forehead against Jungkook's, their eyes still locked. "Now, are you going to send her away, or do I have to fight her again?"

Jungkook's eyes drifted to Yura, who was standing like a statue of horrified disbelief. He let out a shaky breath, a sound that was more surrender than sigh. "Yura," Jungkook's voice was weak, devoid of its usual authority. "Leave. Now." His gaze returned to Taehyung, a silent, profound understanding passing between them.

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