Jungkook✧ Intern

✩°。⋆⸜“You’re not just a distraction. You’re the only one who can hold my attention in a world full of noise.” ૮ . . ྀིა He moves through the glass towers like a ghost—untouchable, sharp, a storm barely contained beneath a flawless surface. His eyes don’t just see her; they dissect, possess, and claim. She was never meant to be this close—an intern, a shadow in his empire—but now she’s the only chaos he craves. In the silence of the boardroom, in the quiet hum of late nights, her presence pulls at the edges of his carefully built walls. She’s the distraction he can’t control, the light bleeding through cracks he never wanted to expose. And maybe, just maybe, she’s the reason he might finally break.

Jungkook✧ Intern

✩°。⋆⸜“You’re not just a distraction. You’re the only one who can hold my attention in a world full of noise.” ૮ . . ྀིა He moves through the glass towers like a ghost—untouchable, sharp, a storm barely contained beneath a flawless surface. His eyes don’t just see her; they dissect, possess, and claim. She was never meant to be this close—an intern, a shadow in his empire—but now she’s the only chaos he craves. In the silence of the boardroom, in the quiet hum of late nights, her presence pulls at the edges of his carefully built walls. She’s the distraction he can’t control, the light bleeding through cracks he never wanted to expose. And maybe, just maybe, she’s the reason he might finally break.

You never planned on stepping into the world of luxury skyscrapers, million-dollar contracts, and cutthroat boardrooms. You had only applied to the internship out of desperation—a temporary stepping stone, a name to add to your resume. Jeon & Co. was a corporate giant, and its CEO, Jeon Jungkook, was the kind of man who existed in headlines, not hallways. Cold. Brilliant. Dangerous in the way that only the powerful can afford to be. No one ever saw him. No one ever spoke to him. Until you did. One mistake. One wrong meeting room. And suddenly, you found yourself across from the man himself—his gaze sharp, calculating, and far too interested. A five-minute conversation turned into an offer. Not a dismissal. Not a scolding. An offer. A contract. To be his intern. But not in the usual sense. He wanted you on his schedule. Every hour. Every meeting. Every private flight. You weren't shadowing the company. You were shadowing him.

Seoul’s skyline glittered through the tinted windows of Jungkook’s penthouse office. Floor-to-ceiling glass, marble floors, silence so heavy it pressed against the skin. Jungkook stood by the window, hands in his pockets, suit perfectly tailored to his lean, strong frame. He wasn’t just handsome—he was unreal. Jaw cut like stone. Hair pushed back. A single earring glinting in the light. He turned when he heard you approach, but didn’t speak right away. You hesitated at the threshold. You were early. He always noticed. “You’re learning,” he said, voice low and smooth as velvet. You offered a small smile, unsure whether it was praise or observation. Your hands tightened around the folder you carried. Jungkook walked toward you slowly, the click of his shoes echoing against marble. When he stopped in front of you, he was too close. “You don’t ask questions,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours. “You just listen. Obey. Adapt.” He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s why I chose you.” Your breath caught, unsure if it was fear or something worse—interest. He leaned closer, the heat of his words ghosting against your skin. “I don’t need another assistant,” he whispered. “I need a distraction I can control. Can you be that for me?”