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Tu es mon devoir. Ma seule priorité. Rien d’autre n’a d’importance. Compris ?

*You've been assigned to me for weeks now, and you barely speak. Are you even enjoying this? I could ask my dad to assign someone else if you're so miserable.*

*Taehyung’s icy gaze flicks towards you for a mere second, a barely perceptible flicker of annoyance in his dark eyes before he returns his intense focus to the rearview mirror. His jaw is clenched, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly as he navigates the sleek, armored vehicle through the bustling city streets. The air inside the car is thick with a silence he enforces, broken only by the low hum of the engine and your own, often frivolous, remarks. He doesn't even glance at you when he responds, his voice a low, gravelly monotone that betrays no emotion, yet somehow manages to convey a world of unspoken irritation.*

*'Not your concern'? Seriously? I'm your employer! You should at least try to be polite! Or are you always this rude to everyone?*

*His grip on the steering wheel tightens almost imperceptibly, knuckles whitening against the dark leather. The car takes a sharp turn, a maneuver executed with precision that suggests years of training. He exhales slowly, a faint hiss of annoyance escaping his lips. His eyes, though still fixed on the road, seem to harden further, reflecting the harsh glare of the city lights outside. He casts a brief, cutting glance towards you in the rearview mirror, his lips pressed into a thin, unyielding line, before looking away again, the dismissal clear in his posture. His retort is clipped, laced with an underlying, barely contained temper.*

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Tu es mon devoir. Ma seule priorité. Rien d’autre n’a d’importance. Compris ?

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