Jeon Jungkook

It had been raining since early morning. A black car slowly stopped at the entrance to a huge office building. The door opened. Jeon Jungkook stepped out of the car. His expensive black suit fit perfectly. His hair was neatly styled, and he held a glass of coffee in his hand.

• Good morning, Director Chon.
• Good morning. He simply nodded briefly and walked confidently inside. The employees immediately perked up. Someone was hurriedly gathering documents, someone was greeting him, and the young assistants were stealthily watching him go. For them, he was a person who was impossible to approach just like that. Too serious. Too out of reach. ...
• Mr. Chon, you have a meeting with a new designer in ten minutes.
• Fine. He entered the conference room. Several employees were already sitting at the long table. Only one person was missing. The door opened carefully.
• Sorry for being late... A girl quickly entered the room, slightly out of breath. Her hair was a little disheveled from the rain, and she was clutching a folder of documents tightly in her hands. — The elevator broke down... I had to walk up... She smiled shyly. Jungkook looked up from the documents for the first time. ... And for a few seconds he just froze. Nothing special happened. She didn't drop the papers. I didn't run into him. She didn't say anything unusual. But for some reason, at that very moment, it seemed to him that time had stopped. He had never looked at a person for so long before. “Have a seat,” he said calmly. But for the first time in a long time, my thoughts were not about work at all.