Jungkook

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Taehyung stood at the threshold, nervously adjusting his tie. His fingers were shaking—for the first time in five years of interviews.

"Come in," Jungkook's voice sounded low, almost dangerous. He didn't even look up from the documents, flipping through the pages with predatory grace.

Taehyung stepped inside, his heels sinking into the fluffy carpet—every step felt like he was sinking into foreign territory.

• Sit down.

Jungkook finally looked up from the papers and stared at him.

"Your resume is impressive," Jungkook leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. The crease of his perfectly tailored jacket stretched, outlining his shoulders. "But your resume isn't you."

• I... I am ready to prove that I am up to the task, Mr. Director.

"You'll prove it," Jungkook stood up, walked around the table, and stopped right in front of him. So close that Taehyung could see golden sparks in the darkness of his pupils. "Starting today, you're mine. Personal assistant. Full-time. Weekends only with my permission."