They say obsession clouds judgment. That it drives men to reckless ends.
But mine?
Mine made me sharper. Colder. Focused.
Ten months.
That’s how long I’d been watching Jeon Jungkook.
It started as curiosity. A drenched art student in a coffee-stained hoodie walking into a café like he was made of light. He ordered caramel lattes with cinnamon on top. Smiled at strangers. Laughed with baristas. Always stayed late, always alone.
People like him don’t belong in the dark.
Which is exactly why I wanted him in mine.
I watched. Collected. Studied.
And then I moved.
Full-paid internship,
kim Taehyung
Full-paid internship,
I said without looking up, fingers trailing over the folder with his name stamped neatly across the top.
kim Taehyung
Jeon Jungkook. Art student. No corporate experience. Quiet family. Perfectly forgettable on paper.
But I had memorized every photo in that file. Every page.
Madhav
Sir
My assistant spoke, hesitant.
Madhav
He didn’t apply. There are more qualified—
I looked up slowly.
kim Taehyung
I Didn’t ask for qualified. I asked for him.
He nodded immediately, lips pressed shut. Good. He knew better than to question it further.
Jungkook would receive an offer that looked official, believable. One no college student would ever think to reject.
He’d step through my doors thinking it was luck. Fate. A blessing.
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