"Do your fucking work properly," she exclaimed, staring deep into the new intern, who was trembling in fear at her words.

"What kind of study did you do that you are incapable of finding the fucking easy clues?" She pointed at the file he held, and he gulped while muttering, "S-sorry, Ms. Park."

"Keep your sorry to yourself," she growled, rubbing her forehead to ease the tension and regretting how harshly her words had come out.

She glanced up at him and sighed as his head hung low, trembling—a reminder of her own past: naive, unprofessional, and not particularly talented. "Take the day off," she finally muttered, leaning back in her chair. "Go through the case thoroughly and tell me all the loopholes that are there." She nodded, a warning smile reflecting in her voice. "But I want it precise and neat." He nodded vigorously and hurried away from the fierce lioness.

A sigh escaped Jiwon's lips as she packed her things and left her office, finally feeling the weight of the day lift. It had been a week since that forest incident with Jeonggukk, an event that lingered in her mind like an unwelcome guest. The physical attraction she felt towards him was undeniable and strangely amusing; it stirred something deep within her, a force she had tried to ignore but found impossible to dismiss.

As she made her way down the hallway, she replayed the encounter in her head—the way he had looked at her, those dark, penetrating eyes that held a mixture of intimidation and allure. It left her breathless and questioning her own composure. Jiwon couldn't help but think about how he effortlessly commanded attention, and how, despite her best efforts to maintain professionalism, her heart raced at the mere thought of him.

She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts aside. This was work, after all. She couldn't afford to get distracted. But with every step she took, the lingering tension of that day in the forest crept back into her mind, the memory of his presence igniting a fire she wasn't ready to face. She had always been in control, but Jeonggukk seemed to challenge that in a way she had never expected.

"Focus, Jiwon," she muttered to herself, but the reminder felt weak against the pull of her thoughts. The week had felt like a storm brewing within her, and she was unsure if she was ready for the tempest that might come next.
As her steps continued, Jiwon opened her car door and settled inside, but a strange unevenness jolted her. Frowning, she stepped out and discovered a punctured tire. With a growl of frustration, she called out, "Guard!!!"

The poor man came running to the scene, gulping nervously. "Yes, Ms. Park?"

She shot him a fierce look, demanding an explanation. "How the hell could someone do this?" she asked, pointing angrily at the flat tire. The guard scratched his head, mumbling, "I was just taking a piss, and this happened," his voice barely coherent.

"What???" she snapped, her patience wearing thin.

The pent-up frustration surged within her as she stomped around the parking lot, her anger escalating. This day was rapidly turning into a disaster.

"Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath, storming out of the parking area. It seemed that everything that could go wrong had decided to do so all at once.
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Meanwhile, Jeon Jungkook, the CEO, had spent the entire day buried in work, seemingly torturing his secretary with an unending pile of tasks. It felt like a twisted hobby to him. Now, as he stepped out of the building, he was a tangled mess of stress, compounded by the looming Italian trip.

Jungkook hopped into his car, driving aimlessly to an undisclosed location, his mind buzzing with the need to cool down. His face was etched in fury when he suddenly spotted a figure illuminated under the moonlight—ethereal and captivating. His breath caught in his chest, but he composed his exterior, determined to remain unruffled.

Jungkook walked deliberately, each step exuding an air of command that drew the woman's attention. As she turned, surprise flickered across her face, highlighted by a raised brow. "Are you stalking me?" she asked, a compelling smirk gracing her tinted lips.

"Maybe I am," he gruffed, his dominating tone betraying a hint of mischief. The devilish glint in his eyes defied the cold exterior he usually presented to the world.

"Then you shouldn't, Jeon. You wanna die by my hands?" Her melodious threat sent a tingle down his spine, prompting him to step closer, closing the distance between them. The tension heightened, their hooded eyes communicating without the need for words.

"Are you lonely?" Jungkook whispered, positioning himself just before her.

"Are you?" Jiwon retorted, folding her arms against her chest, unafraid to confront his imposing form.

"I am," he replied, raising a brow, effectively caging her between his arms against the railing overlooking the quiet river. The moonlight spilled over both their confident figures, amplifying the palpable tension. The connection forged through their gazes was undeniable, sparking confusion and attraction in equal measure.

The way they conveyed their feelings without uttering a single word was extraordinary; the attraction between them was unmistakable.

"You're too close, Jeon," she mumbled, her heart racing faster than ever, yet she maintained her menacing eye contact, a gaze he was all too familiar with.

"And you're not stopping me." Things escalated quickly; within just two minutes, they found themselves in a tense standoff filled with unasked questions.

Neither could deny the magnetic pull between them—the allure of her plump lips, the deep, dark matte red of her lipstick, drawing him in. They were unable to resist the closeness, their breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere as they inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"How are you?" she asked, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling around them.

How was he?

Fucked up. Totally.

"Good, and you?" he replied, the devilish edge in his voice surprising even him. Caring for Park Jiwon was something he hadn't expected.

Jeon Jungkook was a mystery—a book waiting to be read and remembered forever. He rarely showed emotions, a dominating figure with an air of danger that surrounded him like a shadow. He exuded a predatory charm, every movement deliberate and intoxicating. He was the kind of man who commanded attention without uttering a word, his presence alone sending shivers down spines.

Despite his ruthless reputation, there was a tantalizing allure in his intensity. His smirk could ignite a fire in the hearts of those who dared to meet his gaze, and the way he operated with calculated precision made him even more enticing. He was known for his sharp wit and a mind that could outmaneuver anyone, a dangerous combination that kept others at bay yet drew her closer.

Yet, Jungkook found himself inexplicably drawn to her, a woman who embodied confidence and ferocity, someone who could hold her ground in a world that often crumbled under his weight.

People had exploited Jungkook's softer side, pushing him to become the cold, sexy jerk he was now—one who refused to forgive, regardless of who it was. His past had carved lines of bitterness into his heart, making him a master of emotional walls, but Jiwon's defiance intrigued him.

Yet here he was, feeling simple, kind emotions after so many years. An undeniable attraction to a woman who was strong, precise, and an example of raw intensity. He knew the risks of getting close, but the thrill of it was irresistible—a dangerous dance with a devil he didn't want to resist.

"I am fine as well," she exhaled, the words barely escaping her lips, thick with unspoken tension.

"I didn't get a chance to talk with you after the forest incident," Jungkook mumbled, his breath brushing over her lips, the proximity igniting a fire deep inside them.

"Yeah, I was busy," she replied, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, hating the fact that an undeniable pull of attraction simmered between them. She smugly pulled back, her gaze locking onto his, defiant yet intrigued.

"Were you waiting for me, Jeon?" she asked, the challenge evident in her voice.

"Wouldn't say that, but something like that," he admitted, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he leaned back slightly, creating a space that felt electric.

They stood together, staring out at the river, the scenery enchanting, mirroring the whirlwind of emotions between them. His hands were tucked casually in his trouser pockets, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest, a barrier against the vulnerability that threatened to surface.

The fleeting moment of closeness was intoxicating, each second stretching between them like the gentle ripples of the water, both admiring the beauty of their surroundings and the tension that hung heavily in the air.

"Do you ever wonder what could happen if we crossed that line?" Jungkook mused, his voice low, almost a whisper.

"Crossing lines has its consequences," she replied, a teasing edge in her tone, yet her heart raced at the thought. "Do you think you could handle it, Jeon?"

Jungkook stepped closer, the distance shrinking, the heat between them palpable. "Handle it? Or revel in it? There's a difference, Ms Park." His voice was smooth, rich with promise, sending shivers down her spine.

Jiwon tilted her head, an inquisitive spark lighting her eyes. "So, are you saying you enjoy danger?"

"Only when it's tempting enough," Jungkook replied, his gaze fierce yet inviting, a wicked smile creeping onto his lips. "And you, my dear, are dangerously tempting."

Jiwon felt a rush of adrenaline at his words, her pulse quickening. "Maybe it's you who's dangerous, Jungkook. I could be your undoing."

"Ah, but isn't that the thrill?" Jungkook countered, stepping even closer, their breaths mingling in the charged space. "To dance with fire and see who gets burned first?"

"Or who ignites the other," jiwon added, her voice barely above a whisper, their faces inches apart, the world around them fading into oblivion.

A heavy silence enveloped them, the air thick with tension, desire flickering like the flames of a campfire. The river glimmered beneath the moonlight, reflecting their longing, their fears, and the undeniable connection that both terrified and exhilarated them.

"Perhaps," Jungkook said, his voice low and sultry, "it's time we find out just how hot that fire can burn."