Jeon Jungkook

As she predicted, as soon as the servant woman received the 'enter' command from the owner of the house, she pushed open the handle of the double-winged door, took a big step inside, bowed respectfully and clasped her hands in front of her.

"Mr. Jeon, the last candidate has arrived." said the servant woman. Is he a candidate? With those words, you felt like someone preparing to enter a singing competition. Ah.

"Let it pass!" As the harsh voice roared in your ears, you were shaken as if you had been slapped in the face

The woman stepped back without looking up and turned to you in the doorway. "Mr. Jeon is a very aggressive and grumpy person, be careful with your words." " he whispered into her ear and walked past her.

You swallowed anxiously and stopped standing there and took a step inside.

This should have been a study room. Tons of books were lined up on the shelves of the wooden bookshelf that stretched from right to left of the room. This place looked more like a library than a room.

The host, sitting on the leather sofa right behind the table, turned his face completely out of the window. All you could see was her shiny hair and the nape of her neck, carefully combed and styled.

He turned the wheelchair slowly, but did not turn completely towards you. While his body was standing sideways, one hand was leaning on the armrest of the leather sofa and the other hand was leaning on the table.

"Close the door!" the way he raised his voice instead of answering you gave you goosebumps. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you closed the door and when you turned around, you gasped when you were met with eyes that sparkled like lighters. Damn it. He was very young. God knows, I was expecting someone around 30-35, or even much older...

This bronze-skinned man with tense facial features and slightly frowning eyebrows was extremely beautiful. He looked at you from behind his gold-rimmed retro round glasses fixed on the tip of his nose.

She moved her clenched jaw slightly from side to side as she sent him stupid looks. Then he slammed his hand on the table in a not very polite manner.

"Are you waiting for an invitation to sit? Sit!"