𝑨 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍, 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏-𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔.
❝The allure of having you in my arms is akin to the temptation of having you on your kn...
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WANG JANGFEI'S P.O.V
Wake up! Wake up!
The morning of work had arrived. I glanced over at the table clock, which was ringing nonstop, irritating my already sour mood. I groaned, switched it off, and sighed, which turned into the biggest yawn I've ever had. I didn't get a great sleep because my great, great boss, Jeon Jungkook, had some errands for me to deal with.
That vicious yet handsome man needs to be more considerate sometimes. Who gives 15 files to audit overnight? It was impossible, and I've only managed to finish 13 files. I know exactly what I'm going to face now.
Should I die?
I scoffed at the thought. I don't want to die, especially not after enduring all the pain and agony life has thrown at me. My life has given me nothing but pain, pain, and more pain.
I dressed up for the day, ready to face the cruelty of the world again and to deal with the consequences of living as a normal human being.
The day at the office was grueling. Jeon Jungkook was out all day in meetings, leaving me with a mountain of work to manage. My desk was buried under stacks of files and documents, each one demanding my immediate attention. I worked tirelessly, but it felt like I was barely making a dent.
Midway through the afternoon, my marketing manager, Ryu Shin, stormed over to my desk. His face was a storm cloud of frustration, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Jangfei, what's the meaning of this?" he barked, slamming a file onto my desk. "These reports should have been completed yesterday! Do you have any idea how behind we are because of your incompetence?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ryu," I stammered, my voice trembling. "I'm trying my best to keep up."
"Trying isn't good enough!" he snapped. "We need results, not excuses. Do you understand how critical this is?"
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. I nodded, my throat tight with emotion.
"Yes, sir. I'll finish them as soon as possible," I promised, my voice barely above a whisper.
"You'd better," he warned, turning on his heel and storming away.
I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady myself. The weight of his words hung heavy over me, a reminder of how far I still had to go. I felt utterly exhausted, my body and mind pushed to their limits.
As the hours dragged on, I forced myself to keep working, each keystroke and calculation a battle against the fatigue that threatened to overwhelm me. By the time the office began to empty out, I was the last one left, still hunched over my desk, desperately trying to finish the reports.
