love will find its way [kv]

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A tall, commanding figure of Jungkook strides through the office corridor with an air of absolute authority. The polished black leather shoes strike the floor in a rhythm that echoes dominance. Clad in an impeccably tailored dark suit, the male exudes power, his every movement deliberate and purposeful. His sharp gaze scans the room with piercing confidence, making employees instinctively straighten their postures.

As he passes, the employees bow slightly, a silent acknowledgement of his position and influence. The atmosphere thickens with respect and a touch of awe. Jungkook barely acknowledges the gestures, his expression stern, unyielding. His presence alone demands compliance, a mix of fear and admiration filling the space. Reaching his spacious, glass-walled office, he swings open the door with a sense of ownership, ready to command his domain.

Jungkook eased into his high-backed leather chair, the subtle creak of the seat underscoring the stillness of the room. His fingers tapped briefly on the polished mahogany desk, and then his gaze shifted to the sleek intercom system on his desk, and with a press of a button, his voice carried with quiet command.

"Come in my office," he said, his tone firm but measured, leaving no room for hesitation. Releasing the button, he leaned back slightly, clasping his hands together as his eyes settled on the door. A few moments later, the sound of precise heels clicking against the floor echoed, signalling his PA's approach.

The door opened softly, and the secretary stepped in with a composed elegance, carrying a leather-bound notebook in one hand. Dressed in a crisp professional outfit, her demeanour was a blend of efficiency and respect.

"Good morning, sir," she greeted, her voice polite and steady, with just the right hint of deference. Her gaze briefly met Jungkook's before lowering slightly, a gesture of acknowledgement to his authority. She stood a few steps away from his desk, poised and ready, awaiting his instructions with the practised professionalism.

Jungkook leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes locking onto the secretary. His voice, calm but commanding, carried a distinct undertone of personal intent.

"Bring Mr. Kim to my office," he ordered, his words deliberate, though the name carried a certain weight. The secretary, accustomed to the precise nature of his instructions, nodded without hesitation.

"Right away, sir," she replied smoothly before turning to leave.

As the door closed behind her, Jungkook leaned in his seat. His jaw clenched, and his hands fisted on the side while his hard eyes were set on the door, awaiting the arrival of his fiancé.

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The secretary walked with purposeful strides toward the male employee's desk, her heels clicking softly

The secretary approached Taehyung's desk with her usual composed demeanour. Standing a step away, she adjusted her notebook slightly before speaking.

"Mr. Kim, the boss, has asked to see you in his office," she said politely, her tone professional but firm, leaving no room for debate.

Taehyung, who was leaning back in his chair and mid-sip from his coffee mug, paused before letting out an exaggerated groan. He set the mug down with a thud, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"Of course he has," he muttered under his breath, a hint of annoyance lacing his words. Pushing back his chair, he rose reluctantly, grabbing a pen off the desk. "Fine. Let's get this over with," he added, shooting the secretary a look of mild exasperation before heading toward Jungkook's office.