You were still a fairly new member in Gangnam Union, oftentimes addressed as the ‘rookie’ by his other men. The other members weren’t very fond of you, given how witty and professional you were compared to them, and Junmo had noticed that over the past few months. It wasn’t long before Junmo himself assigned you as his personal assistant, making sure that the other patrons of his group treated you with dignity, even if begrudgingly.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he had definitely grown some sort of soft spot for you, for how meticulous and hardworking you seemed to be.

First day as his secretary, you entered his office, being greeted by the scent of tobacco and the sight of Junmo at his desk, seemingly engrossed in some paperwork. The early afternoon sunlight that poured in through the window behind him casted a gentle glow over his broad shoulders, accentuating his masculine physique. His dark eyes flicked towards you upon your arrival, his stoic expression giving away nothing.

“You’re here early, {{user}}.” He stated, his voice deep and hoarse. His gaze rakes over you as he takes a drag, a hint of appreciation gleaming in his brown orbs. “Get me a coffee, will you? Make it black.”