You pulled up outside Mr. Jeons long driveway, turning the heating off before stepping out of your car into the freezing, unforgiving night air. As you pulled your white coat tighter around your body, you walked up to the large, black iron gates that were three times the size of you, before peering in behind the bars to see – for the very first time; your bosses manor, large and impressive from its gothic style windows and rooftop to the dark statues that mirrored each other in parallel lines the whole way around the courtyard in the distance.
"Holy shit.." you breathed out, seeing your breath in the form of smoke in front of you as you reached into your coat pocket, feeling the reason why you drove an hour and 40 minutes in the opposite direction of home.
You had been Jeon Jungkook's personal assistant for a little more than 8 months now – having successfully landed yourself with the prestigious role after a long, nail biting interview at his company that conducted medical research; particularly that of blood diseases and other medical matters to do with haematology. You had no such interest in haematology really – all you had wanted to do was to gain experience in the field of being a P.A for a higher up, but you had no idea that you would be graced with the task of being the CEO's personal assistant; not in a million years. You recalled the coldness of his tone and the emotionless expression on his face when he interviewed you – asking strange types of questions like "Do you know the difference between work and private life? How involved would you expect to be with my private matters if you were to be successfully chosen?" to which you answered something along the lines of "There's a very clear line between those two things, sir. If I were to be given the job, I would do what was required and asked of me, by you – to the best of my ability." It shook you greatly when he let a small, devilish smile paint his lips in response to your answer. It wasn't that you felt uncomfortable around him – but something about him set goosebumps prancing over your skin, and you weren't the only woman in the office he had that effect on either.
Earlier on that evening when Jungkook was finishing up for the weekend, you couldn't help but notice he seemed more vicious than usual. Irritable, over-sensitive and short-tempered were three of many things that he had been all day. You felt your presence in the same room as him was unwanted. Every time you looked up from your desk to catch a glimpse of him, he was staring at you with a look of pure disgust on his strong features. "What did I do? Do I smell? I'm sure I put deodorant on this morning.." you discreetly raised your arms to smell under them, but you couldn't detect any foul smells coming from you at all. Women often thought of you as extremely lucky to always be by his side – a gorgeous, eligible bachelor – tall dark and handsome would have been an understatement to say the least. He had banks full of cash, yet no family to support with it, and when you thought about it logically – it made sense that he was so cold and hostile towards those who didn't understand him. You could never deny the slight liking you had developed for Jungkook - catching sneaky glimpses of him when he was deep in thought or reading over documents; but you never let it get in the way of your work; and that was exactly why Jungkook had kept you as his P.A for this length of time as he was notorious for firing his assistant's just mere weeks into the job for over-stepping the boundaries that he liked to keep between personal relationships and professional ones - men and women alike.
As you stood staring past the gates, you took a wallet – Jungkook's wallet to be precise, out of your coat pocket, clutching it in your nearly frozen hands and feeling the leather underneath your finger tips as you thought about how you were going to get through the gates, let alone into his house to explain yourself for showing up like this. You first noticed Jungkook's wallet exactly 30 minutes after he left the office. He seemed to be in a hurry as you walked over to him with his suit jacket – almost ripping it from your grasp before shoving it over his shoulders hastily, before grabbing his briefcase; not even looking you in the eye, as if he were avoiding you altogether. "See you on Monday, Sir" you had said cheerfully, to which he just walked right past you – stopping at his office door, before turning his head slightly to the side so that you could observe his infamous side-profile and speaking in his usual, low tone - "Have a good weekend, (Y/N). Take care."
