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🕊️✨💼🌸🏙️💻☕

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The city of Seoul buzzed with life as usual — crowded cafes, fast-paced office buildings, and the never-ending rhythm of ambition. But today felt different for Yn, a vibrant, determined young woman with dreams brighter than her modest apartment in Hongdae.

She clutched her portfolio tightly, her heels clicking fast against the pavement.

“Today’s the day, Yn. You’re going to ace this interview at Jeon International Group,” she told herself, breathing in courage and exhaling nerves.

💼✨👠

It was her dream company — not just because it was the top firm in Korea, but because the CEO, Jungkook Jeon, was the youngest and most enigmatic mogul in the country. Women swooned, men envied, and tabloids couldn’t get enough of him. But no one really knew the man behind that sculpted face and icy smirk.

And Yn?

She didn’t care about the fame. She just wanted to work… and maybe, just maybe, meet the legend in a hallway.

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🏢💼 Inside Jeon International Group 💼🏢

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She stepped into the grand glass tower, greeted by cool air-conditioning and even cooler stares from the front desk.

"Name?" the receptionist asked, not looking up.

"Yn. I'm here for the marketing position interview."

The receptionist blinked, typed, then frowned. “There’s no Yn on the list.”

Yn’s heart stopped. “What? I confirmed the email twice!”

The woman tilted her head. “Maybe you made a mistake. Next?”

Yn’s face flushed as others began to murmur behind her. Just as she turned to leave — humiliated, crushed — she crashed into someone tall and solid.

“Oh my God, I’m so sor—”

Her words stopped when she looked up into piercing dark eyes. The world slowed. Her thoughts jammed.

It was Jungkook Jeon.

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⚡️💢 The Cold CEO 💢⚡️

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“What are you doing here?” he asked, voice low and smooth — but cold.

Yn blinked. “I… I was supposed to have an interview.”

He glanced her up and down — from her nervous smile to her trembling hands.

“No one enters my building without permission,” he said sharply. “Security, remove her.”

🔥⛔🚨

"Wait! I'm not lying! I got the confirmation mail, see?" she cried, fumbling with her phone.

But it was too late. Two bulky guards appeared beside her, gently but firmly leading her toward the exit. She looked back, eyes full of anger and disbelief.

As she reached the door, Jungkook turned his head slightly.

“She’s... spirited,” he muttered to himself. “Check her file again.”

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🌙🏠 That Night in Hongdae 🏠🌙

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Yn sat at her tiny kitchen table, face buried in her hands, laptop glowing faintly beside her.

"I practiced my answers for two weeks, wore my best heels, even got the overpriced peach latte. And that arrogant, drop-dead handsome CEO kicked me out like trash!" she yelled at her plant, who remained tragically unsupportive.

She opened her laptop to look for new job posts — but gasped.

New email notification:

From: Jeon International Group

Subject: URGENT — Position Open, Reschedule Interview?

“What the…”

She opened it, and her eyes widened.

"We apologize for the inconvenience today. You are invited for a private interview with CEO Jungkook Jeon tomorrow at 10 AM."

"Private… what now?" she whispered, blinking in disbelief.

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☕✨Next Morning at Jeon Tower✨☕

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Wearing a fresh outfit and armed with new determination, Yn entered the tower again — this time greeted politely and escorted directly to the CEO’s top-floor office.

The doors opened.

The office was sleek, black and silver, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Seoul skyline.

And there he was.

Jungkook Jeon.

His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, sipping espresso like a fashion commercial.

“You again,” he said, barely glancing up. “Sit.”

Yn gulped. “I'm sorry about yesterday.”

He waved his hand. “That wasn’t your fault. My staff… needs replacing.”

She blinked. “That’s… comforting?”

He smirked, setting down his cup. “I reviewed your portfolio. Impressive. But I don’t hire based on paper.”

“Then what do you hire based on?”

He leaned forward, eyes dark and unreadable.

“Instinct.”

A chill ran down her spine.

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👻⛓️Sudden Blackout⛓️👻

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Suddenly — the lights flickered.

The office went dark.

“Is this normal?” Yn asked, tensing.

Jungkook frowned. “No.”

Suddenly the lights burst back on. But something was... off.

The paintings were tilted. His bookshelf had moved.

“What the hell…” Jungkook muttered, standing.

Yn's heart pounded. “Is your office… haunted?”

He stared at her. “Do I look like someone who would allow ghosts in my office?”

“Well, you look like someone who would fire one,” she muttered.

He choked, then let out a deep laugh. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”

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💼📑The Job Offer📑💼

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“I like people who don’t tremble in the face of chaos,” Jungkook said, serious now. “Welcome to the team, Miss Yn.”

Her mouth dropped open. “W-What?”

“You start tomorrow. Try not to trip over ghosts.”

And just like that, he handed her a sleek ID card with her name embossed in gold.

💳✨ “Marketing Assistant to the CEO.”

Yn’s heart raced.

From being kicked out to working with Jungkook Jeon? What kind of drama had she just stepped into?

Whatever it was… she knew one thing:

It was just the beginning.

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Poetry of the Episode I hope you guys will like these lines 😁 😁 🤠

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❝ From glassy towers and biting glares,

To haunted rooms and office stares—

A twist of fate, a second chance,

Begins a wild, romantic dance. ❞

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☕✨💼🌸⏰🖋️

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The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of Jeon International Group, casting a golden glow across the sleek marble floors.

Yn stood in the elevator, clutching her new ID card like a lifeline.

💳👩‍💼 "Marketing Assistant to the CEO."

Her heart thumped wildly.

"I'm officially working for the hottest, scariest, weirdest CEO in Korea…" she whispered.

"And his office might be haunted."

Ding!

The elevator doors opened. She stepped out and bumped right into a tower of coffee cups.

Crash—!

☕☕☕ Coffee spilled like a caffeinated waterfall.

"YAAAAHH!" someone screamed. "My shoes! These are designer!"

Yn gasped, wiping the brown splatter off her skirt. “I’m so sorry! Let me help—”

A woman in a sharp red suit glared at her like she was dirt. “Who are you?”

"Yn. I'm the new marketing assistant to Mr. Jeon..."

The woman's eyes narrowed. "Ah. You're the one."

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🔥💃Enter: Yoo Mi-Ra — Queen Bee💃🔥

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Mi-Ra smirked, flipping her hair like it paid her rent.

“I’m Yoo Mi-Ra, head of Marketing and Jungkook’s favorite person on the team.” She poked Yn’s shoulder. “You? You’re just a pity hire.”

Yn smiled sweetly. “Well, pity sure comes with a nice view and a gold ID card.”

Zing!💥

Mi-Ra’s nostrils flared. “Watch yourself, newbie.”

Just then, the air turned icy cold as a voice echoed behind them.

“Watch yourself, Mi-Ra.”

All heads turned.

There stood Jungkook Jeon, dressed in black, sipping his espresso like it was the blood of his enemies.

Everyone froze.

Mi-Ra immediately softened, voice sweet as sugar. “Jungkook—sir, I was just—”

“You were being unprofessional,” he interrupted sharply. “Yn, my office. Now.”

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🌆🖋️Inside the CEO’s Lair🖋️🌆

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Yn stepped inside, feeling both terrified and weirdly… excited?

Jungkook sat on the edge of his desk, sleeves rolled up, tattoos peeking out, hair slightly tousled.

“Did you enjoy your grand entrance?” he asked, smirking.

Yn pouted. “I was attacked by coffee. It’s not a lifestyle choice.”

He chuckled. “You talk back a lot.”

“Only when provoked. Or insulted by fashion monsters.”

He blinked. Then laughed — a deep, rich sound that surprised even him.

🖤💬 “You're definitely not boring.”

He handed her a sleek tablet. “Your first assignment: help prep for our Halloween campaign. The board wants something bold… mysterious.”

“Halloween? Already?” she asked, flipping through designs.

“Yes. And this year, we’re hosting a live party here… with VIPs, celebs, and influencers.”

🎃👻 “We also had a psychic visit last week.”

Yn blinked. “Wait. What?”

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🕯️👻 Haunting Confessions 👻🕯️

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He leaned closer, voice low. “Strange things have been happening. Lights flickering. Whispers. Doors closing on their own.”

Yn shivered. “And you… believe in ghosts?”

“I believe in unexplained things,” Jungkook replied. “But I don’t scare easy.”

She smirked. “So you won’t mind if I bring a talisman and a garlic necklace tomorrow?”

He chuckled again. “Wear garlic and I might fire you.”

“Oh no. Not garlic and unemployment.”

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📸🎬 Meanwhile: Secret Cameras Rolling 🎬📸

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Unbeknownst to them, Mi-Ra was in the security room, watching their interaction through hidden cameras.

She clenched her fists.

“That girl is getting too close to him. I need to remind her who runs this place…”

She smirked, plotting something.

💄🔥 "Let the games begin, little assistant."

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📂🖤Late Night at the Office🖤📂

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The office emptied out, but Yn stayed behind, finalizing the campaign graphics.

Suddenly—the lights flickered again.

Her screen glitched.

She froze. “Nope. Not today, Satan.”

She stood and turned — and gasped.

There was a shadow behind her.

“T-This isn’t funny, Jungkook!” she shouted, spinning around.

But no one was there.

The lights flicked off completely.

Yn grabbed her phone and turned on the flashlight.

She tiptoed out, whispering, “I swear if a ghost pops out, I’m throwing my shoe at it.”

She turned a corner—AND SCREAMED!

BOO!

It was Jungkook wearing a ghost bedsheet and glowing eyes from his phone screen.

She SCREAMED again and whacked him with her purse.

“ARE YOU PSYCHOTIC?! I COULD’VE DIED!”

He doubled over in laughter. “Your face! I had to—it’s Halloween season!”

“YOU ARE EVIL.”

“I’m adorable,” he winked.

He wiped a tear from laughing so hard. “Okay okay—I'm sorry. Kind of.”

Her cheeks flushed. “I’m putting a ghost trap on your chair tomorrow.”

“I look forward to it, Miss Garlic Necklace.”

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🌌🌙Outside the Office — A Moment🌙🌌

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As they exited together under the Seoul night sky, he walked beside her quietly.

“Thanks for not being boring,” Jungkook said suddenly.

Yn smiled. “Thanks for not being… totally heartless.”

He chuckled. “Yet.”

There was a pause. A gentle stillness. For a second… just one second…

Their eyes met.

Something flickered.

Something more than teasing.

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Poetry of the Episode

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❝ A sip of coffee, a haunted prank,

A smile behind the office rank.

In games and ghosts and laughs so wide,

Two hearts take steps they cannot hide. ❞

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💼🌙🎧🌌📩👀

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Yn couldn’t sleep.

Not after that insane day.

Haunted offices. Evil CEOs pulling ghost pranks. Hidden cameras. And… that look Jungkook gave her under the night sky.

Her pillow wasn’t enough to scream into.

“Ughhhh!” she groaned, flipping over.

Ding!

A message popped up on her phone.

📩 [Unknown Number]:

> Still scared of ghosts? Or me?

Her eyes widened.

“…Jungkook?”

She replied cautiously.

> Scared of both. Especially when one of them wears Chanel cologne while pretending to be Casper.

📩 [JK]:

> Didn’t know you noticed my cologne.

Flattered.

Yn’s face turned beet red.

> I notice things. Like how you laugh with your whole chest when you prank your employees.

📩 [JK]:

> You laugh with your entire soul when you scream.

Meet me tomorrow 7 a.m. Rooftop. You’ll love what’s coming next.

Yn blinked. “Why do I feel like this is the beginning of something either magical or deadly…”

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🌅✨ Rooftop Surprises ✨🌅

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The next morning, Yn climbed up to the rooftop, still yawning and slightly suspicious.

There stood Jungkook, dressed down in a hoodie and jeans, hair a mess, sipping from a thermos.

"You're late," he said.

"I'm five minutes early."

"Late in CEO time."

She rolled her eyes. “What’s the occasion?”

He pointed behind her.

Her jaw dropped.

✨A full crew setting up lights, cameras, and props for the Halloween Ad Campaign shoot — right on the rooftop.✨

“Wait...this is my idea,” she whispered.

He nodded. “The creative director loved your concept: 'Midnight Mystery on the Rooftop.'"

Yn’s heart did a somersault.

"But you're the star," he added.

She froze. “Me?! N-No, I can’t—”

"Yes, you can. You designed it. Own it."

The team handed her a dramatic cloak and smoky makeup.

“But—why me?” she asked, wide-eyed.

Jungkook leaned in, smirking. “Because when you panic, your eyes sparkle like a full moon.”

Her heart died a little.

He turned and said loudly, “Also because our model quit this morning, and you’re my only free employee.”

“Oh,” she muttered. “Way to ruin the mood.”

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🎬✨🎭 Ad Shoot Madness 🎭✨🎬

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The cameras rolled.

The rooftop turned into a mysterious set with shadows, candles, and dramatic lighting.

Yn stood in her costume, arms out like a ghost princess.

Jungkook, in an all-black suit, appeared behind her. “You’re supposed to float, not freeze.”

“I’m not a real ghost!”

“Fake it like you fake laughing at my jokes.”

“I don’t fake that!”

“Oh? So you do laugh sincerely at me?”

She groaned. “Why are you so good at embarrassing me?”

“Practice. Lots of practice.”

He guided her through each pose, hands on her waist, positioning her angles.

Yn tried to focus — but every time his fingers brushed her arm, her heart performed a full K-pop dance routine.

After three hours, the shoot wrapped.

“Great job,” he whispered. “You might just haunt my dreams now.”

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🍜🍙 Lunch Breaks & Truth Bombs 💣

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Back at the company cafeteria, they sat across from each other, eating ramyeon.

“I haven’t had this in forever,” Jungkook said, slurping loudly.

“You’re a billionaire. Shouldn’t you be eating gold-dusted truffles?”

He laughed. “You think I’m that spoiled?”

“I think you pretend to be.”

He paused, serious for a moment. “Maybe. Sometimes it’s easier.”

Yn blinked. “Easier than what?”

He looked away. “Being real.”

For a moment, there was silence — soft and honest.

Then…

“HEY!”

Mi-Ra stormed into the cafeteria holding her tablet. “Why is Yn in the campaign photos? Those were MY concepts!”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened. “You’ve been claiming her work?”

Mi-Ra froze. “N-No! I just—she’s a newbie!”

Jungkook stood up.

His tone was ice. “You’re suspended for one week. Reevaluate your professionalism.”

Mi-Ra’s jaw dropped.

“You can’t do that—”

“I just did.”

She stomped off, growling.

Yn whispered, “I don’t think she’s done with me.”

“Let her try,” Jungkook said, eyes blazing. “You’ve got me.”

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🕯️🌒 Strange Night Events Begin... 🌒🕯️

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That night, back at the office to submit files, Yn wandered into the main hallway...

…only to find an eerie light flickering again.

Suddenly—

BANG! A chair flew across the corridor.

She yelped. “NOPE. Not again—!”

But then a deep growl echoed.

She turned.

Behind her—a figure in the shadows.

Its eyes glowing red.

"Who's there?!"

No answer.

She grabbed her phone and screamed as she ran—

Only to bump straight into Jungkook.

“YN?! What’s wrong?!”

She pointed back—but the hallway was now empty.

“No way… I swear there was something there…”

Jungkook looked concerned. “I believe you. You’re not the first to say that.”

He led her to the office lounge and sat her down.

“From now on, don’t be alone in this building at night,” he said, gently placing a jacket over her shoulders.

She stared at him.

“Jungkook… Why are you being so… kind?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he looked at her like she was made of starlight.

Then he said softly,

“Because you’re the first thing to make this place feel alive.”

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Poetry of the Episode

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❝ Beneath the moon, behind each stare,

A rooftop scene, a ghostly dare.

Where laughter hides the whispered scream,

Two souls collide — both truth and dream. ❞