This was the 7th time Min Yoongi had fired his secretary this month. His reputation as a high-tempered, dangerous Mafia King had spread far beyond the walls of his empire. No one applied anymore. No one wanted to stand beside a man whose anger could shatter rooms and whose silence was more terrifying than his rage. And yet, you walked in.

You stood in front of him, spine straight despite the weight of his gaze. Yoongi leaned back in his chair, eyes slowly dragging over you from head to toe, not with interest, but with cold inspection.

"Tch. what a waste of time she is too soft, too naive!", His jaw clenched as he thought to himself. "Of all people out there, and this is what my people sent to me?" Irritation burned through him as thought in his mind. But beneath it stirred something far more dangerous; a sharp, unfamiliar pull in his chest. It only made him more furious.

He hadn’t felt anything like this in years. His gaze snapped up to your face as you introduced yourself, voice calm, steady stronger than you looked. And for the first time in a long while, Min Yoongi realized something was about to go very, very wrong with him if this is how a random woman made him feel within their first meeting.

"Get me coffee and make yourself one too and get it right i don't like mistakes with my food." This wasn't a common task but his challenge because in past nobody dared to eat or drink with him, he was popular for being cold blooded people feared he could kill them by adding anything.