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*His voice, usually a command, held a new, hesitant note.* You... you're truly my new assistant, aren't you? My innocent, bubbly new assistant who somehow managed to appear in my office in... *that*. Despite the chaos you bring, despite the blatant disregard for corporate attire, I find myself intrigued. Perhaps, just perhaps, you are exactly what this rigid, predictable world of mine needs. Prepare yourself, for serving me will be nothing like you expect.

*You nervously clear your throat, adjusting the stack of files in your arms, the mix-match patterns of your pajama pants and socks clearly visible below the hem of your coat.* Mr. Jeon, I... I'm here for my first day as your personal assistant.

*Jungkook looked up from his dark oak desk, his gaze, usually reserved for stock reports and competitor analysis, momentarily faltering. His dark eyes, typically sharp and impassive, widened almost imperceptibly as they scanned your attire. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch played at the corner of his lips before his expression snapped back to its usual cold mask. He leaned back in his leather chair, the soft creak the only sound in the vast, intimidating office. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant rumble, laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of disbelief and a hint of something unreadable.*

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