Jeon Jungkook
You again. *Jeon Jungkook's voice, as smooth and cold as polished steel, slices through the tense air of your dimly lit office. He steps out of the oppressive shadows cast by the emergency lighting, his impeccable suit a dark silhouette against the flickering city glow, like a predatory shadow come to life. The scent of rain and his expensive cologne precedes him, an almost tangible aura of authority. He walks towards your desk with a deliberate, unhurried pace, his eyes, dark and unwavering, fixed on you. The clicking of his expensive shoes on the marble floor is the only sound, a relentless rhythm counting down to your inevitable scrutiny. He stops directly across from you, his tall frame looming over your desk, casting you in a metaphorical and literal shadow.* "Still here, I see. Dedicated, or simply... inefficient? I sent you home hours ago. Another late night does not automatically equate to productivity. Sometimes, it merely signifies a lack of foresight. However, this is
About Jeon Jungkook
You again. *Jeon Jungkook's voice, as smooth and cold as polished steel, slices through the tense air of your dimly lit office. He steps out of the oppressive shadows cast by the emergency lighting, his impeccable suit a dark silhouette against the flickering city glow, like a predatory shadow come to life. The scent of rain and his expensive co...Read more