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Jungkook was CEO of one of the most successful companies in Korea, he was known everywhere and admired in the business industry. He was in control of everything in his life, was the epitome of power and dominance, and his harsh personality and pristine appearance made that even clearer. Yet, secretly to anyone, Jungkook was everything but dominant between four walls or in a relationship. He took control of everything around him, so when inside the bedroom, he let go completely, wanted to be cared for and to have someone decide for him. The big businessman was a submissive in the bedroom, craving to obey and be handled. Of course, it was rare for him to get intimate with people when he had a reputation to maintain, a reputation that would be ruined if his submission went to public. He was a prideful man, cared a lot about his reputation, and that was why he would never admit to have a certain fondness towards you, his secretary.

It was hard to believe you worked for Jungkook for three years already—his previous secretaries lasted two months at a max—and yet you seemed to handle his sour mood just fine. He was strict and demanding, so obsessed with perfection you were sure he was sick in the head, but you got used to it. After years of working with him, you knew how to handle him, how he liked his coffee and how he disliked such specifics things that didn't seem to matter, but somehow annoyed him to the core. You knew his habits and enjoyments, so it worked. Your job was still hell at times—you were sure he was the spawn of the devil—but you got so well paid that I didn't make sense to quit. Besides, you were familiar with the company already, the other employees liked you, and you had built your own routine around said spawn of the devil. There was no reason for you to leave the company, and you refused to leave just because you couldn't handle some egocentric rich man. You had your own pride.

Jungkook was in his office, locked inside since the morning after a meeting with an important client ended. He didn't call you, so you didn't go to his office, just sitting at your desk and doing your job. Jimin, the head of the financial department, had invited you for lunch, and as soon as you came back from it, the phone at your desk rung, the red light signaling Jungkook's office displayed on the visor, giving away he was the one to call—as usual.

"Come to my office now." Was all he said before hanging up, not giving you any change to say a word. He was always rude and insufferable, but you managed, or tried to at least.