1. Jeon Jungkook stood at the 77th floor of Euphoria, the headquarters to the largest crime syndicate east of the Pacific Ocean. The height was dizzying for most, but not for him. Jungkook had no fears; or so was assumed. The man himself was built at an impressive 6 feet and was entirely raw muscle and protein. Outwardly, the leader of the most legal crime syndicate was cold, intimidating and the type to burn you to ashes with a glare from his heated eyes. Inwardly, he was exactly the same. He was well aware of the effect he had on his employees, men and women who knew exactly of his affiliation with the Japanese Yazuka and the Italian Camorra yet pined to work under Jeon, the sheer power of his company bringing everyone to their knees with respect. Euphoria was a giant. It had dealings with government run telemarketing firms, banks, real estate agencies, alongside finance and technology markets. An easy way to convert the money earned through extortion, gambling and trafficking into its pure and pristine form. The corrupt politicians whose elections he had funded didn’t complain. No one cared where the money came from and no one dared to ask otherwise. The cause of the founder’s formidable aura wasn’t a secret. Everyone knew how he had been tortured by his father, abandoned on the streets by a mother who seemed to love Heroin more than her own son. The story had been plastered all over the internet, and Jungkook would never deny reading through its many exaggerated versions himself. They were entertaining and did well to remind himself about how important money and power were, without those weapons, he too would be sitting in a room, writing about a life that belonged to someone else. Materialism was reality and wealth- it’s currency. ‘’Sir, your coffee…’’ she said, walking through the office doors, a skip in her stride. There was no knock. No hint of awkwardness, no aspect of fear in the way she spoke. If anything there was the undertone of coercion, almost coaxing the man to leave his billion dollar thoughts in the gutter and focus solely on the warm drink. Her playful extortion had worked, he was focused. Just not on the coffee. Three months ago, Euphoria had issued an internal opportunity- PA to Jeon Jungkook. The post received 3 applicants from the 20,000 employees in his company. Min Yoongi, his chief financial officer took to appointing the least qualified of the bunch, a woman- aged a mere 22 years. The pitch to his ever frightening boss had been simple. ‘’You’ve let down 30 men in the last 6 months. I am done handling my job as well your . Those Harvard lunatics are too busy tending to their stupid resumes and I don’t have time for the garbage they throw at me when you fire their sorry arses. You’re settling with the woman, she’s got sick parents to feed- she won’t give a damn for ego as long as you pay her on time.’’ Jungkook could only snarl at the curses, the audacity of the man to speak in the way he did. Anyone else and they’d be lying in a pool of their own blood within seconds of the first word spoken against him. But Min Yoongi couldn’t be touched and this was a fact. Jungkook was putty in the hands of his elder brother. Today, he sent thanks to his sibling, for his aggressive outburst and daunting approach. You were priceless and the best decision ever- professionally of course. There was no reply. Just a series of footsteps, the man walking over to his maple work desk, ready to do as he was told. You had no idea of the prerogatives you held, and at that point, neither did him. The slight tease in your voice had mellowed down completely- replaced with the air of innocence and obeisance. Jungkook groaned at the sight.  ‘’So I was thinking…it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow…and well…’’ ‘’You aren’t leaving early.’’ His abrupt command had no thought behind it. Other than the fact he couldn’t let you out of his sight for more than a few hours, often paging you unnecessarily just to make you think of him. He doubted you ever would if he didn’t. ‘’I am not…my parents are flying in tomorrow…it’s a small get together at my place with a few colleagues. I figured since you didn’t have anything planned…you could join us?’’   You shuffled across the hardwood with anticipation, the weightlessness behind your request holding the air in a trance. ‘’You’re my personal assistant, not event manager. You do not handle my private affairs so don’t think for a second that I care about your stupid Christmas dinner or the family I saved from crumbling.’’ It wasn’t what he had intended to say. Rather, his mind had flourished a thought he needed to keep locked away. He wanted to tell you that he’d love to join your family, share potato salad and amusing anecdotes across the table while he kept his hand pressed into your thigh- a subtle promise of sinful satisfaction later that night. But he wouldn’t dare to voice his feelings. You didn’t need to get involved with his , the scars that graced his back or the life full of gluttony and gambles he had decided to lead. He needed to remind you every second of every day that the apartment which bestowed upon you just 3 floors from his office- was a gracious boon, a gift given to improve your petty life. You had to know just how your father had been released from Jail after almost overdosing on the crack he had envisioned to peddle. He had to remind you of how ugly your tear stained face looked as you begged on your knees- begged for him to save your family. There was simply no other way. If you weren’t reminded, you’d crawl your way into his heart and sit there- encasing it completely. But he knew the minute he’d met your eyes, nothing could stop you from engulfing him entirely. He was just a damned moth to your flame. ‘’I know…and I am trying…I am trying to repay you. Please. Come over. I won’t waste your time.’’ You said. The words articulated purpose and were laced with meaningful sorrow but you couldn’t help the small smile that graced your lips. He hadn’t declined. Jungkook noticed how your full lips turned upwards, noticed how you had bent your head downwards, trying to hide your amusement. He knew he hadn’t said no, he knew inside the pits o