OUR PAST『Taekook FF』
1
The skyscraper’s glass doors slid open, and the lobby fell silent.
Because Kim Taehyung had arrived.
Tall. Perfect posture. Dark charcoal suit tailored like it was made for his body alone. No expression on his face except that icy calm that made even senior executives shiver. He didn’t look at anyone unless necessary. He didn’t speak unless important.
And that silence, that intimidating presence…
That was exactly what made him unforgettable.
Random Guy
Morning, Mr. Kim
People bowed as he passed.
He didn’t respond.. just a single nod.
He never wasted words.
Min Yoongi was already there, leaning against Taehyung’s glass desk, holding a coffee cup like he owned the place.
Taehyung said, taking off his coat precisely and hanging it.
Taehyung gave him a look. Yoongi rolled his eyes.
Min Yoongi
You have that meeting with JK Holdings today
Taehyung stilled for a moment.
He asked casually, but with real concern behind the lazy tone.
Yoongi didn’t push. He knew Taehyung better than anyone.
He also knew there was history ... dark, sharp, unspoken ... between him and Jeon Jungkook.
A history no one talked about.
A history no one dared to ask.
Min Yoongi
Just try not to stab him.
Taehyung’s lips twitched ... almost a smile.
Jeon Jungkook isn’t worth the effort.
Jungkook walked through his floor like a storm wrapped in a leather jacket.
Girls turned. Interns whispered.
Some openly stared at his piercings, his tattoos, the way he pushed his hair back like he owned the world.
Random Girl
Good morning, boss.
Random Girl
Good morning, Mr. Jeon!
Random Girl
Jungkook, you look hot today--
He winked, not even slowing down.
His jawline, his confidence, the way he laughed when someone tried to flirt --- he was every employee’s crush and everyone knew it.
Everyone except Jungkook himself, because he didn’t care.
Jimin, his secretary, followed him with a tablet.
Jimin
You have the joint project discussion with VANTE Global today.
Jungkook’s smirk faded, slowly replaced by something sharper.
Jeon Jungkook
Ah, the ice prince.
Jimin gave him a side-eye.
Jimin
You two always act like you’re about to kill each other.
Jungkook stopped walking.
For a moment, something flashed in his eyes --
not anger,
not hate,
something deeper, buried, unreadable.
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t deserve niceness.
Jimin blinked. There it was again.
That one wound that neither of them ever talked about, but both of them never forgot.
Jungkook rolled his shoulders.
Jeon Jungkook
Let’s go. I’m in the mood to ruin his day
Both CEOs entered from opposite sides at the exact same moment.
Taehyung in a strict, elegant black suit.
Jungkook in a fitted white shirt, sleeves rolled, tattoos visible, a chain around his neck.
The room temperature dropped.
Yoongi watched Taehyung carefully.
Jimin watched Jungkook nervously.
Taehyung spoke first -- dry, cold.
Jungkook’s chuckle was slow, deep.
Jeon Jungkook
You’re early.
Taehyung sat without acknowledging the greeting.
Jungkook sat without breaking eye contact.
Their jaws were tight.
Their eyes sharp.
Their silence louder than shouting.
Two kings.
Two empires.
One battlefield.
And one past neither wanted to mention.
Executives began presenting slides, but Taehyung didn’t look at the screen once.
Jungkook didn’t look at the slides either.
Arms crossed.
Body relaxed.
Eyes burning with something dangerous.
Taehyung finally looked away first.
Not because he lost...
but because he refused to give Jungkook that satisfaction.
Yoongi saw Taehyung’s fingers curl slightly.
Jimin saw Jungkook’s jaw clench in return.
The hatred was real.
The tension was real.
The unsaid story between them… too real.
When the meeting ended, Taehyung stood.
Jungkook stood at the same time, stepping into his path.
Jeon Jungkook
So cold today
Jungkook whispered, voice dangerously soft.
Jeon Jungkook
Even for you.
Kim Taehyung
Your opinion doesn’t matter.
Jeon Jungkook
You still talk like you did back then.
Taehyung stiffened -- just slightly.
He smiled.
Slightly cruel.
Slightly pained.
Jeon Jungkook
See you at the next meeting, Taehyung.
Taehyung’s voice dropped to a low, icy murmur.
Kim Taehyung
Unfortunately.
Leaving the air burning behind him.
2
The elevator doors slid shut behind Taehyung, and for the first time that morning, he exhaled.
Not loudly.
Not visibly.
Just a small shift in his shoulders -- the kind only Yoongi would notice.
Min Yoongi
Still affects you
Min Yoongi
Your face does that thing
Min Yoongi
The
I-want-to-kill-him-but-also-strangle-myself-for-caring-even-a-little thing.
Taehyung glared.
Yoongi smirked.
Taehyung walked into his office, immediately slipping back into his cold, CEO mask. Assistants rushed around, updating him on calls, reports, schedules.
He only hummed in response.
But the moment the door closed--
Taehyung loosened his tie by a single inch.
A silent confession to himself.
Jeon Jungkook still got to him.
Not like before.
Not that deeply.
Not that painfully.
Enough to make his heartbeat break its rhythm for a moment.
Enough to make his fingers curl in memory.
He sat at his desk, pulling up the project documents.
Why did Jungkook show up personally?
He never attended joint meetings in person unless--
Taehyung shut the thought down.
He didn’t have time for old ghosts.
Meanwhile --- JK Holdings
Jungkook threw himself into his leather chair, tossing a file onto the table.
Jimin closed the door behind them and groaned dramatically.
Jimin
The tension in that room was so thick I think the projector fainted.
He stared at the ceiling for a long moment.
Jeon Jungkook
Same suit. Same expression. Same attitude.
Jimin sat on the couch, watching him carefully.
Jimin
You’re the only person who gets worked up like this.
Jimin
Your vein was popping,
Jungkook touched his neck.
It had popped.
He cursed under his breath.
Jimin
You sure you’re okay with this project? You can step back. I can handle the VANTE team.
Jungkook looked out the window, the city glowing beneath him.
Jeon Jungkook
It’s not pride.
The silence in the room shifted.
Jimin
You two used to be--
Jungkook rubbed a hand down his face.
Jeon Jungkook
Taehyung still hates me.
Jimin didn’t correct him.
He just sat beside him quietly.
Jimin
What did you expect?
Jimin
You both carry… scars.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened at the word.
Some inflicted by each other.
Some inflicted by circumstances neither wanted to remember.
Jeon Jungkook
I’m taking the afternoon off.
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t tell anyone.
Jeon Jungkook
And cancel my evening meeting.
Jimin
Why? Where are you going?
Jungkook’s expression softened in a way Jimin rarely saw.
Working out until exhaustion.
Jungkook’s coping mechanism.
Jimin
Don’t punch the walls again. It scares the interns.
Jungkook smirked as he left.
Back to VANTE — Afternoon
Taehyung was reviewing contracts when Yoongi barged in without knocking.
Taehyung looked up, annoyed.
Min Yoongi
You have a gala next week. The International Business Awards. And--
Min Yoongi
...You didn’t even hear the rest---
Yoongi sighed dramatically.
Min Yoongi
You HAVE to go. Jungkook will be there.
That slight shift.
That 2-second silence.
That hidden bruise being pressed.
Min Yoongi
You can’t avoid him,
Min Yoongi
Both of your companies are too big. You’re going to cross paths again. And again.
Taehyung closed the file slowly.
Kim Taehyung
I don’t care about him anymore.
Min Yoongi
You’re a terrible liar.
Instead, he stood up and walked to the window, staring at the city.
Kim Taehyung
He ruined enough years of my life
Kim Taehyung
I won’t let him ruin even a second more.
Min Yoongi
He doesn't have that power anymore.
He wasn’t sure if Yoongi was right.
Jungkook’s punches echoed through the empty boxing hall. Sweat dripped down his arms, muscles flexing under the harsh lights.
He swung harder.
And harder.
But every time he blinked--
His cold stare.
His stiff posture.
His voice that used to be warm…
Jungkook slammed his fist into the bag so hard the chain rattled.
But that only made it worse.
Because he saw the memories too clearly.
Jungkook stepped back, running a hand through his hair with a humorless laugh.
Jeon Jungkook
Still the same, huh?
Jeon Jungkook
One look at him and I fall apart all over again.
He punched the bag once more.
Taehyung stayed late as always.
Everyone left.
Lights dimmed.
Only his office glowed.
He was reviewing contracts, but his mind was elsewhere.
On a white shirt
tattooed forearms
and a smirk he hated
because it once made his heart race.
Taehyung closed his eyes tightly.
He wasn’t going to fall into that trap again.
He wasn’t going to remember.
He wasn’t going to feel anything.
He stood abruptly, grabbing his coat.
As he stepped into the elevator
Kim Taehyung
I don’t care about Jeon Jungkook.
But the hollow echo in his chest questioned it.
3
The International Business Awards was not just an event.
Cameras flashed. Reporters screamed names. CEOs, investors, and heirs strutted down the carpet in glittering gowns and sharp suits.
But no one…
no one
brought the room to silence the way Kim Taehyung did.
The entrance doors opened and Taehyung stepped inside wearing a black velvet suit timeless, royal, almost too perfect.
He didn’t smile.
He never did.
But the quiet confidence he carried made everyone stare.
Random Girl
Is that… Kim Taehyung?
Random Girl
He looks unreal.
Random Guy
I heard he built VANTE from nothing...
Random Girl
He’s so intimidating…
Taehyung ignored the whispers.
Yoongi walked beside him in a white silk suit, looking lazy but dangerous, like someone who could end a company with one phone call.
Yoongi murmured, adjusting Taehyung’s collar slightly
Min Yoongi
Don’t start a war here.
Min Yoongi
Good. Because he’s already here.
Then he continued walking as if nothing happened.
But Yoongi saw his knuckles tighten.
Jungkook entered the hall from the opposite side at the exact same moment.
And the entire venue sparked.
Black shirt, unbuttoned just enough.
Silver chain.
Hair messy in a way that looked deliberate.
A dangerous, effortless charm.
Random Girl
Jungkook! Over here!
Random Guy
Mr. Jeon, smile!
Random Girl
Who are you wearing tonight?
Random Girl
Are you dating anyone?
Jungkook flashed one of his famous smirks.
Jeon Jungkook
Not looking.
Girls sighed. Men stared.
He could have kissed the mic and they’d faint.
Jimin walked behind him, looking stressed.
Jimin
You could at least PRETEND you’re normal
A familiar coldness in the air.
He turned and his eyes locked onto Taehyung across the hall.
Everything else went silent.
Jungkook stopped breathing.
The crowd faded.
The lights dimmed.
It was just them.
Two men with history.
Two men with fire.
Two men who once were...
Taehyung shut the thought down instantly.
Jungkook’s smirk fell without him realizing.
Jimin
There he is… be normal.
Jungkook clicked his tongue.
Jeon Jungkook
I am normal.
Jimin
Oh really? Because you’re staring like you want to fight him or kiss him.
Jungkook shot him a death glare.
Taehyung and Yoongi took their seats at VANTE’s table.
Jungkook and Jimin sat at JK Holdings table nearby.
Taehyung hated that he could hear Jungkook’s laughter.
Hated that he recognized it immediately.
Hated that it affected him at all.
Yoongi nudged him under the table.
Min Yoongi
You’re doing the frozen thing again.
Taehyung didn’t look up from his wine glass.
Jungkook leaned toward Jimin.
Jeon Jungkook
Is he ignoring me?
Jimin
You’re not even talking to him.
Jeon Jungkook
I can feel he’s ignoring me.
Midway through the ceremony, a group of investors approached Taehyung.
Random Guy
Your last quarter performance was exceptional.
Taehyung nodded politely.
Another investor... young, rich, annoyingly confident... stepped closer.
Jack
I must say, you look stunning tonight.
Jack
Would you care to join me at my table for a drink later?
Yoongi was about to cut him off-
But someone else moved first.
A strong hand gripped the investor’s wrist.
Black eyes.
Sharp jaw.
Aura deadly.
His voice was dangerously low.
Jeon Jungkook
He’s not interested.
The investor scoffed, trying to pull his hand away.
Jack
And who exactly are you to interfere? His bodyguard?
Jungkook leaned forward, staring him down.
Jeon Jungkook
I’m the one telling you to walk away before you embarrass yourself.
Yoongi stood up.
Jimin stood up.
Executives stared.
Taehyung slowly rose from his seat, eyes icy.
Kim Taehyung
Jeon Jungkook
For a moment, Jungkook’s jaw flexed... like he didn’t want to.
Like every cell in his body hated the idea of leaving Taehyung alone with another man.
But finally, he released the investor.
The man scoffed and stormed off.
Taehyung looked directly at Jungkook.
His voice was soft.
Too soft.
Kim Taehyung
Don’t do that again.
Jeon Jungkook
That guy was touching you.
Kim Taehyung
And even if he was…it’s none of your business.
Jungkook’s fingers curled.
Jimin
Kook… just step back.
But Jungkook didn’t break eye contact.
Jeon Jungkook
What if I want it to be my business?
Taehyung’s eyes flickered.
Just enough for Jungkook to see the crack.
Leaving Jungkook standing there, breath stuck in his chest, fists clenched, heart pounding with something he didn’t want to feel.
Yoongi caught up to Taehyung outside the hall.
Min Yoongi
Tae… are you okay?
He just stared straight ahead, voice barely audible.
Kim Taehyung
Why does he always show up at the wrong time?
Min Yoongi
Because you still matter to him.
Taehyung closed his eyes.
Kim Taehyung
That’s the problem.
Back inside, Jimin tapped Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jimin
That… wasn’t normal.
He was still staring at the door Taehyung had exited through.
Jimin
You still care, don’t you?
Jungkook’s throat tightened.
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