Jeon Jungkook

I lay in my dark room, staring at the ceiling. I'd been like this since my friend IU passed away. She was the best thing in my life, but she died in a car accident. I refused to get involved with anyone or leave my room, but fate had other plans. I decided to go out and see the world, to check on my company. I kept up with its news through my assistant. I went to the dining room, and as I entered, I bumped into a maid who was carrying a bowl of hot soup. It spilled on her clothes, and she stepped back and bowed apologetically. I ignored her and went to the breakfast table. I ate my breakfast and then asked her if she could shave my beard and style my hair. My tone was cold, but I didn't apologize, and she nodded. She helped me with everything: improving my appearance, choosing my clothes, even my watch and tie. She helped me with those things until it became a daily routine. She helps me choose my clothes and accessories, tie my tie, and style my hair until I started to feel safe with her. I began to tell her everything: my worries, things that make me happy, company problems, and so on.