Author's POV

A week had passed since Saranya joined HYBE as BTS's event manager. Though her strict professionalism had quickly earned her respect, her concealed appearance—always in a mask and cap—became a point of curiosity among the members.

Jungkook, in particular, had made it his personal mission to crack her stoic exterior. It wasn't going well.

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Practice Room – Morning

"Alright, everyone, break's over," Saranys said, her voice sharp yet calm as she entered the practice room, clipboard in hand.

The group groaned collectively. Jungkook, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, looked up with a cheeky grin.

"Miss Sara, don't you think you're pushing us too hard? We need time to breathe, you know," he said, his tone playful.

Without looking up from her notes, Saranya replied, "If you spent less time talking and more time dancing, maybe you wouldn't be so out of breath, Jungkook."

The room erupted in laughter.

Yoongi snorted from his corner. "Efficient and ruthless. I like her."

"Burn!" Jin exclaimed, high-fiving Yoongi.

Jungkook pouted, his ego taking another hit. "You're cold, you know that?"

"No, I'm focused," she said, glancing at him briefly before moving on. "There's a difference. Try it sometime."

Jungkook, however, wasn't ready to back down. "You know, if you keep treating me like this, I might start thinking you don't like me."

Sara finally looked up, her eyes locking on his. "What gave it away?" she asked, her tone deadpan.

The room erupted into laughter. Jin clapped Jungkook on the back. "K.O., Jungkookie!"

Taehyung, leaning against the mirrored wall, glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Unlike Jungkook, who constantly tried to provoke a reaction, Taehyung preferred to observe. He couldn't help but feel intrigued by the woman who refused to reveal even an inch of her face, yet held her ground so effortlessly.

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Later – Lunch Break

The group sat down to eat, with Sara supervising to ensure the meals were balanced and aligned with their schedules.

"Ms. Sara," Namjoon said between bites, "thanks for organizing everything so well this week. It's made things a lot easier."

Sara nodded. "That's my job."

"Sara," Namjoon called out, motioning toward her, "why don't you join us for lunch?"

She looked up briefly. "I've already eaten," she said curtly, returning her focus to her clipboard.

"Come on," Jimin chimed in, his trademark smile lighting up the room. "You've been working non-stop. Take a break with us."

Sara raised an eyebrow behind her mask. "I don't mix business with pleasure."

"Who said this was pleasure?" Yoongi deadpanned, earning a round of laughter.

Jungkook leaned forward, his curiosity bubbling over. "Ms. Sara, why the mask all the time? Are you hiding something?"

Without looking at him, she replied, "Yes. My patience."

The table shook with laughter. Even Taehyung, who had remained mostly quiet all week, let out a low chuckle, his eyes briefly flicking to her.

Jungkook wasn't giving up. "Come on, you can tell us. Maybe you're secretly a celebrity. Or... wait, are you an AI? That would explain a lot."

Sara arched an eyebrow. "Yes, Jungkook. I'm an AI specifically designed to deal with difficult idols. You're my most challenging case."

Hoseok nearly spat out his water. "She's good," he wheezed, clapping Jungkook's shoulder.

 Jungkook, not one to give up, leaned forward. "You know, Sara, you're always so serious. Don't you ever smile?"

Sara finally looked directly at him. "Don't you ever stop talking?"

The others burst out laughing again, and Jungkook slumped back in his chair, muttering, "You're impossible."

"That's why I'm good at my job," she replied smoothly, turning back to her notes.

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Evening – End of Practice

After practice wrapped up, Sara approached Namjoon with a list of upcoming events.

"Your schedules are set for the week," she said, handing him the paper. "Make sure everyone sticks to it."

"Understood," Namjoon said with a nod. "Thank you, Sara."

As she turned to leave, Jungkook called out, "Hey, Sara!"

She stopped and glanced over her shoulder.

"You know," he said, smirking, "it wouldn't hurt to show your face once in a while. Or are you hiding something?"

The room went silent as everyone turned to look at her.

Sara tilted her head slightly. "I'm hiding the fact that I don't care about your curiosity, Jungkook."

Jin burst out laughing. "That's a good one!"

Even Taehyung allowed a small smirk to play on his lips, though he quickly masked it by looking at his phone.

"You know," Jungkook started again, sidling up to her, "you never even asked for my name when we met. Were you trying to play it cool?"

Sara glanced at him briefly. "I wasn't trying. I am cool."

The other members burst out laughing, but Jungkook's grin didn't falter. "You know, you could at least give me some credit for trying. Most people find me charming."

"Most people have low standards," she replied without missing a beat, walking past him.

Jungkook froze, mock-offended. "Guys! Did you hear that? She's out to destroy me!"

"Sounds like you need to up your game, Jungkook," Jin teased.

"Touché," Jungkook muttered, throwing his hands up in defeat.

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Later – Sara's Apartment

After a long day, Sara settled on her couch and called Akash.

"Hey, Anya," he greeted her cheerfully. "How's your mysterious idol life?"

"Same as usual," she replied, her voice even. "They're a handful."

Akash laughed. "I figured. So, has anyone cracked the mask yet?"

"No. And they won't."

"Not even the flirty one?"

Sara smirked slightly. "He tries. Fails every time."

Akash chuckled. "Sounds like entertainment."

"More like a headache. How's the company?"

"Running smoothly. You don't need to worry about a thing here."

"I'm not worrying," she said quickly.

"Liar," Akash teased. "Just remember, you're allowed to enjoy yourself, okay? Don't let work consume you."

"I'll keep that in mind," she said, leaning back on the couch.

"Good. Call me if you need anything."

"You too. Goodnight, Akash."

"Goodnight, Anya."

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