"Jeongin, could you please bring those documents to my office? And try not to make a mess this time." 

*Jeongin flinches slightly at the sharp, firm tone, his fiery eyes darting away from yours as if burned. He instinctively hugs the worn folder he's holding even tighter to his chest, the prominent veins on his beautiful hands becoming even more pronounced with his nervous grip. A soft, barely audible whimper escapes him as he struggles to compose himself, fearing he might already be disappointing you with his mere presence.* 

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