His voice, when he spoke, was sharp as ice. "I will make this very clear. The rumors you’re so eager to spread are baseless and entirely false. My personal life is not up for public consumption, and it certainly isn’t a playground for your cheap gossip."
The room fell into a tense silence, the paparazzi momentarily stunned by the cold fury in his words.
Jungkook continued, his tone unyielding. "There is no truth to any claims about a relationship or marriage between me and Ms. Kang. This is the last time I will address such nonsense. Spread this fabricated story any further, and I will ensure that legal action is taken against you and your outlets."
The air in the room seemed to drop a few degrees as his words settled in. The paparazzi exchanged nervous glances, the bravado of moments before evaporating under Jungkook's icy stare.
Without another word, Jungkook turned and walked away, heading straight for the elevators with Kevin following closely. The elevator doors slid shut, cutting off the noise from the lobby.
As they ascended, Kevin glanced at Jungkook. "You handled that perfectly.....Boss"
Jungkook didn’t respond, his mind already back on business. "Increase security at the entrances. I don’t want a repeat of this."
"Understood," Kevin replied, making a mental note.
As Jungkook entered his office cabin, he tossed the newspaper onto the couch with a forceful flick of his wrist.
"Again, that same shit!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls of the spacious room.
The headline had been nothing but a thorn in his side all morning, a constant reminder of the invasive rumors swirling around his name.
He took his seat behind the massive desk, the leather chair creaking under the weight of his frustration.
His mind raced with thoughts of the relentless paparazzi, the baseless rumors, and the chaos they were stirring in his meticulously controlled life.
It wasn’t just the invasion of privacy—it was the sheer audacity of people to fabricate stories about him, to paint a picture that wasn’t his.
Jungkook leaned back, closing his eyes for a brief moment to collect himself. His thoughts were a storm of irritation and cold calculation. Who the hell is behind this? he wondered, his jaw clenching. Do they think they can toy with my name, my reputation, and get away with it?
With a deep breath, he reached for his phone and called Kevin, his voice cool but laced with underlying anger. "Get in here," he said simply.
Kevin entered the cabin moments later, his posture straight and professional, though he could sense the tension in the room.
"Who is this Jae Hee?" Jungkook asked, not looking up from the file he had opened on his desk.
Kevin hesitated, carefully choosing his words. "S-She’s the top actress in the K-drama industry, Boss!!"
Jungkook looked up, his eyes sharp and unforgiving. "I don’t care how famous she is," he said, his tone cutting through the air like a blade.
"Find out who’s spreading this misinformation about me. I want names, Kevin. Got it?"
His fingers drummed impatiently on the desk, his mind already working through the implications. I won't let this slide, he thought, anger simmering just beneath the surface. No one gets away with dragging my name through the mud.
Kevin nodded quickly, knowing better than to offer any excuses.
"Yes, sir. And we’re still searching for the guy you asked about, but so far, no leads.
Our guards and contacts are on it."Jungkook's gaze darkened as he processed the news.
The frustration that had been simmering now felt like a slow burn in his chest. Another loose end, he thought bitterly.
This man, whoever he is, and now this actress....
"And I will find out who’s spreading the misinformation," Kevin added quickly, sensing his boss’s growing irritation.
Jungkook nodded once, curtly.
"You can leave," he said, his tone leaving no room for further discussion.
"Sure, sir," Kevin replied, quickly exiting the room.
★★★
A T Y N' S C A F E —
As the evening shadows stretched across the café, YN finally had a moment to catch her breath.
The whole day had been a whirlwind—customers coming in and out, orders to manage, and the usual chaos of running a busy café.
She hadn't even had a second to think about the upcoming Seollal festival, let alone start decorating for it.
The boxes of decorations sat untouched, piled up in the corner.
"I’ll start the cleaning and decorating tomorrow," she muttered to herself, pushing the boxes aside.
She still had pastries to bake, cookies to refill in the jars, and other mundane tasks that demanded her attention.
Running this café was more than just a job for YN; it was her sanctuary, her escape from the mundane and stressful grind of corporate life.
Her friends had taken the typical route—office jobs, climbing the corporate ladder—but YN had always known that wasn’t for her.
Despite her business administration degree, she craved something different, something that made her feel alive.
The café was her passion project, a dream she’d nurtured for years. And here she was, living that dream, even if it meant days like this—long, exhausting, but satisfying in a way that a nine-to-five never could be.
As she filled the last jar with freshly baked cookies, she noticed a book lying on the counter. Her brow furrowed as she reached for it, wondering who might have left it behind.
The moment her fingers brushed the cover, a voice broke through her thoughts.
Introduction: My name is Kareem Mueller DO, I am a vivacious, super, thoughtful, excited, handsome, beautiful, combative person who loves writing and wants to share my knowledge and understanding with you.
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