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Y/N's POV
I couldn't believe my luck. After all the preparation, all the excitement, I was going to be late for my interview because of some arrogant jerk! I glanced at my watch for the umpteenth time. I was already ten minutes late. Panic started to set in.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I had to focus. I couldn't let this ruin my chances. I pulled out my phone and dialed a cab, my fingers trembling slightly.
As I waited for the cab to arrive, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger towards Jungkook. How could he be so careless? I mean, accusing me of stealing his wallet? And then blocking my way like that? I was going to make him pay for this.
Y/N rushed out of the cab, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at her watch again, her anxiety growing. She had to hurry.
As she turned to enter the building, she collided with someone, sending papers flying everywhere. "Oh my god, I am so sorry!" she exclaimed, bending down to help pick up the scattered papers.
A deep, masculine voice chuckled. "No worries, it's my fault. I wasn't paying attention." As he helped her gather the papers, Y/N caught a glimpse of his face. He was tall and handsome, with a warm smile that instantly put her at ease.
"I'm so sorry again," Y/N repeated, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I was in a bit of a rush."
The man chuckled again, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "No worries at all. It's my fault for not paying attention." He handed her the last of the papers. "I'm Namjoon, by the way."
Y/N took the papers, her cheeks still flushed. "I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Namjoon."
As she looked at him, she couldn't help but notice how striking he was. He had a kind of effortless charm that was hard to resist.
Y/N smiled at Namjoon. "Well, I better get going. I have an interview."
Namjoon nodded understandingly. "Good luck with that. I'm sure you'll do great."
Y/N thanked him again and hurried towards the interview section. Her heart was pounding as she approached the door. She took a deep breath and pushed it open.
Inside, a man was sitting at a desk, his eyes fixed on some documents. He looked up as she entered, his gaze scanning her from head to toe.
