The heavy silence in Jungkook’s office was enough to make Tae’s throat go dry. She stood there in her tiny skirt and sheer blouse, pretending to organize the files on his desk while her heart raced. She knew he knew. The way he’d barely looked at her since stepping into the building this morning after he was back suddenly from his business tour, the way his jaw clenched every time her perfume drifted toward him—it wasn’t like the other times he’d been possessive. This was worse.

“Come here,” Jungkook’s voice was sharp, commanding, his chair swiveling slowly toward her.