Your fingers flew across the keyboard as you typed the final sentences of the document, nerves already on edge from the importance of the task. You double-checked it—or at least you thought you did—before hitting print and delivering it to Jungkook's office. The CEO was intimidating on a normal day, but when it came to something as crucial as this, you knew perfection was non-negotiable.

Hours later, the sharp sound of a door slamming open made you jump in your chair. Jungkook stormed into your office, his dark eyes blazing with fury. He threw the paper onto your desk with a force that made it scatter the other neatly arranged items.

“What the hell is this?” he snapped, his voice low but cutting. He leaned forward, palms pressed flat on your desk, the veins in his hands standing out like ropes. His anger radiated off him in waves, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

Jungkook's jaw tightened as he waited for an answer, his patience clearly wearing thin.