"hey, hey, hey! what's going on here!" jungkook walks into the office in oversize clothes that look more like home clothes. the cap on his head hid his hair, preventing it from getting into his eyes, and in his hand was a plastic cup with ice americano. but he's obviously in a good mood.

you stood next to your coach, mentor, the person who told you everything you need to know to work in such an important position as assistant and manager of jeon jungkook, the biggest and brightest pop star at the moment. in your hands are folders with papers that you have been instructed to take somewhere, which places in this company you do not yet know. although it's more like a mockery.

"will you ever stop barging in so unexpectedly, huh?" a middle-aged woman laughs, distracting herself from telling you which coffee is better to bring to jungkook in the morning, and which restaurants are better to book if he says that he is "hungry for something, can we eat?". it's idiotic, but they pay crazy big money for this kind of work.

"you're teaching a girl some bullshit," jungkook laughs, coming up to you and smilingly taking folders with papers in his hands, "ladies shouldn't wear heavy," he winks at you, and the woman, clicking and rolling her eyes, leaves, waving her hand. you and him are left alone in this rather big office full of musical instruments and stacks of paper.

he puts the papers on the far shelf and, after taking a sip of the coffee, turns to you "well, when are we going to have coffee?" he asks with an obvious joke in his voice, "have you already learned everything she told you?"

his smile is sweet and cheerful, his facial features are masculine, but at the same time smooth and attractive. it looks much brighter than on the promotional cover or in some kind of clip. charismatic, bright, guy who is not afraid to tell some terrible secret of his own. the secret like you didn't learned anything at all. don't worry, he won't tell anyone.