After an hour, Y/n was back at her work cubicle, arranging documents. Her body was still tired from the passionate encounter with Jungkook the night before, but she came to work because he had said he would see her after. However, her anticipation quickly turned into anxiety when she saw a message from him: "In my cabin now."

She gulped, wondering if he was going to talk about their relationship. Gathering her courage, she made her way to his office, knocking lightly before entering. Jungkook sat behind his desk, his expression unreadable. He gestured for her to sit, then handed her a file.

"I want you to read this now and let me know what you think," he said, his tone commanding.

"Okay." She took the file, her hands slightly trembling. The first form was a confidentiality agreement, which made her frown with surprise. "What's this form for?" she asked, looking up at him. Jungkook was staring at her intently.

"You have to read the rest of the folder to find out," he replied.

"Okay." She swallowed hard, feeling a knot tighten in her stomach. This didn't seem like any ordinary internship task. The next piece of paper was titled "The Rules and Conditions of Being Jeon Jungkook's Personal Assistant." She looked up at him, her confusion evident.

"I think you gave me the wrong file. This is the paperwork to be your assistant," she said.

"I know," Jungkook nodded, getting up to close and lock the door behind her. "That's the position I want you to take."

"But I'm an intern," she said, bewildered.

His expression hardened, and he signed in frustration. "Do as I say," he muttered, his tone dangerous.

"Or what?" she challenged, her voice barely steady.

Jungkook's eyes darkened, and a smirk played on his lips. "Looks like you forgot how I fucked your brain out last night and even this morning," he said without any shame. "Want me to remind you again?"

Y/n's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "You can't just..."

Jungkook leaned forward, his expression unreadable. "And I am your mentor. You will do as I say." He paused.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she took in his words. She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "Okay," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I'll do it."

"Read through the papers and tell me your demand for the paycheck other than the rules and conditions." He sat on the table in front of her and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. She looked at him in surprise and with lust wondering what he wanted to happen next. "Read the papers, princess." He commanded her while playing with himself.

He's nuts.Y/n nodded her head and tried hard to concentrate on the words as he grunted and moaned while jerking himself off. She could barely read the papers when he patted her on the shoulder. "What do you say?" He grunted and for some reason unbeknown to her she muttered, "Yes the paycheck is sufficient."

"Now get on your knees," he said. Y/n's cheek flushed, and soon she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. She looked up at him, her heart racing, her body aching for his touch. He smiled down at her, his eyes dark and intense, and then he guided her head towards his lap. "That's it," he whispered. "Take what's yours."

Her hands trembled as she wrapped them around his hard length, feeling the heat and the strength of him in her grasp. She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, feeling the smooth skin of his shaft slide over her tongue. She'd never done this before, never even imagined doing something like this, but the way he felt, the way he tasted, it was intoxicating.

As she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue swirling around him, she felt him tense, felt him grow closer. She moaned around him, encouraging him, wanting him to let go, wanting to feel him release. And then, finally, he did. His hips bucked violently, and she felt the hot, salty liquid pour into her mouth, filling her up and leaving her breathless.

When he finally came down, she looked up at him, their gazes locked. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She couldn't believe what they had just done, what she had just done, but she couldn't deny the rush of power and desire that coursed through her veins.

"Good girl," he purred, his voice rough with emotion. "Now get up and get back to work."

She climbed to her feet, her mind reeling from the intensity of the encounter. Jungkook passed her some tissue to wipe her face, his demeanor strangely calm as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

"I think we are going to have an excellent working relationship," he remarked casually, his tone almost nonchalant.

Y/n stood there feeling stunned and confused, unsure of what she had just agreed to. Her thoughts raced as she tried to process everything that had transpired in the past few minutes.

"Be sure to go on the patch," he ordered her abruptly, his tone brooking no argument. "The pill is too unreliable, way too easy to forget."

She nodded her head in agreement, her stomach churning with unease at the sudden turn of events.

"We don't want you falling pregnant now, do we?" he chuckled, seemingly amused by the fear in her eyes.

"No," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not at all."

He came over to kiss her, and she responded eagerly, the familiar rush of desire washing over her. But beneath the surface, a nagging worry gnawed at her mind. What if I get pregnant? she thought, her heart racing with anxiety. I wasn't on the pill.

As they parted, she tried to push the thought to the back of her mind, but it lingered like a dark cloud