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The coffee had to be exactly 82 degrees Celsius.
Jungkook didn’t use a thermometer anymore; he could gauge the temperature by the specific density of the steam rising from the porcelain rim. Two sugars, a splash of oat milk, and a three-second swirl. Any hotter, and Kim Seokjin would burn his tongue during his 08:45 AM briefing with the European logistics team. Any cooler, and the CEO’s mood would subtly detonate before midday.
"He's reading the financial forecasts," a voice rumbled from the doorway of the assistant's suite.
Jungkook didn't look up from his precise pouring, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "Good morning, Namjoon-hyung."
Kim Namjoon, Head of Legal for Kim Holdings, leaned heavily against the mahogany doorframe. His tie was slightly askew, a telltale sign that he had been trapped in a conference room with corporate auditors since sunrise. He looked exhausted, tapping a thick leather portfolio against his thigh.
"Is it safe to go in?" Namjoon asked, adjusting his glasses. "The board of directors is circling like sharks today. His father’s faction is trying to stall the shipping merger, and Seokjin-hyung is... well, you know how he gets when people touch his timeline."
"He’s focused," Jungkook corrected smoothly, lifting the saucer with practiced stability. "Not dangerous. I’ve already cleared his schedule for a ten-minute breather before the legal review. You have time to fix your tie, Hyung."
Namjoon let out a soft huff of laughter, straightening his collar. "What would this entire building do without you, Jungkook? Seriously. If you ever quit, I'm resigning the same day."
"I’m not quitting," Jungkook said, stepping past him into the quiet, heavily carpeted corridor that led to the corner office. "The benefits are too good."
That was a lie. The benefits were standard for an executive assistant at a conglomerate, though Seokjin paid him generously out of his own pocket for the grueling hours. The real reason Jungkook wouldn't leave was currently sitting behind a massive desk of dark, polished walnut, silhouetted against a panoramic view of the Seoul skyline.
Kim Seokjin looked every inch the heir to an empire. His broad shoulders were framed perfectly by a bespoke charcoal suit, his dark hair parted with mathematical precision. He was staring intensely at a tablet, the sharp line of his jaw tight with concentration.
"Your coffee, Mr. Kim," Jungkook said, his voice dropping into the quiet, grounding cadence he reserved specifically for this room.
Seokjin didn't look up immediately, but his shoulders visibly dropped a fraction of an inch—a microscopic tell that only someone who studied him for two years would notice. "Put it on the left, Jungkook-ssi. If it touches the quarterly tax drafts, I might throw myself out the window."
Jungkook placed the cup down precisely where indicated, moving a stack of folders out of harm's way. "The window glass is reinforced, sir. It would only cause an embarrassing scene for the PR team."
A sudden, sharp laugh broke through Seokjin’s stern expression. It was loud and honest, erasing the imposing CEO persona for a brief, brilliant second. He looked up, his dark eyes sparkling with a momentary amusement that made Jungkook’s chest tighten.
"Always practical," Seokjin murmured, reaching for the coffee. He took a sip, closing his eyes as the warmth hit. He let out a satisfied breath. "Perfect. As always. What’s the damage today?"
Jungkook opened his tablet, falling seamlessly into his professional rhythm. "The European logistics briefing is in ten minutes. Namjoon-ssi is waiting outside with the revised legal framework for the merger. At noon, you have a lunch meeting with Head of Public Relations, Jung Hoseok, regarding the press strategy for the new subsidiary."
Seokjin’s expression darkened slightly at the mention of the subsidiary. "And my father?"
"Chairman Kim’s office called thirty minutes ago," Jungkook said carefully, keeping his tone strictly neutral. "He has requested your presence at the family estate this coming Sunday for dinner. He noted that your cousin, Seon-woo, will also be attending."
Seokjin set his coffee cup down with a sharp clink. The lightheartedness from a moment ago vanished entirely, replaced by a cold, calculating stillness. Seon-woo was Seokjin's primary rival within the family structure—a man who had spent the last three years trying to convince the board that Seokjin was too volatile, too unconventional, and too unmarried to lead the company into the next decade.
"A family dinner," Seokjin said, his voice flat. "Which means a performance. Seon-woo will probably bring his perfect fiancé, and my father will drop subtle hints about my 'unstable lifestyle' affecting the stock value."
Jungkook kept his eyes on his tablet, though his fingers pressed a little too hard against the glass screen. It was an old argument within the Kim dynasty. The board preferred traditional stability. A married CEO meant continuity. A bachelor CEO meant a wildcard.
"Do you wish for me to draft an apology for the dinner, sir? A conflicting business emergency?" Jungkook offered.
Seokjin sighed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, disrupting a few strands. It made him look intensely human. "No. Running away makes me look weak. Let Namjoon in, Jungkook-ssi. Let’s get this day over with."
"Yes, sir." Jungkook bowed slightly and turned to leave.
As he reached the heavy mahogany doors, Seokjin’s voice stopped him. "Jungkook-ssi."
Jungkook turned back. "Yes?"
Seokjin was looking at him, his gaze heavy and unreadable. For a split second, the professional distance between them felt dangerously thin. "Do you ever get tired of managing my chaos?"
The question caught Jungkook entirely off guard. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, keeping his face a mask of absolute serenity.
"It’s my job, Mr. Kim," Jungkook replied quietly.
Seokjin stared at him for a beat longer before nodding slowly, a tight, controlled mask sliding back over his features. "Right. Of course. Send in Namjoon."
Jungkook stepped out of the office, closing the door behind him. He stood in the quiet hallway for a long moment, waiting for his heart rate to return to normal. He looked down at his trembling hands, cursing himself.
He was the perfect secretary. He knew the coffee temperature, the schedule, the corporate enemies, and the family politics. But as he watched Namjoon walk past him into the office with a heavy sigh, Jungkook realized the one thing he didn't know how to manage was the slow, agonizing ache of wanting a man who only saw him as a line item on the corporate payroll.
The storm was coming for Kim Holdings. Jungkook could feel it in the air. But as he walked back to his desk to prepare for the noon meeting with Hoseok, he had no idea that the storm was going to drag him right into the center of it.