exploiting [M] | lee minho ft. kim seungmin © 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗺𝗶𝗻

prologue

In a lifestyle where everyone works for a fancy car, big penthouse, and enough employees around you to keep you taken care of, you're stuck in the latter. Deep within working as one of the largest corporation owner's secretary and his part-time proxy, Minho is less chat and more 'get-it-done'. But when his lesser known objective becomes your new-found power due to your second job requiring you to balance the lone wolf of the industry, Seungmin - also known as Minho's original business partner - as another boss, things grow heated. Two faceless men claiming you as their gem, work from nine to five becomes your own, personal inferno.

pairing: boss! minho x proxy! secretary! gender-neutral! reader x boss! seungmin
genre: love-triangle! au, romance, angst, smut
word count: 9.7k
[warnings]: mature content, sexual content, power exchange, dom/sub tones, exhibitionism, mutual pining, controlling tendencies, manipulation, affairs, references to a shot (medical), retaliation, biting/marking/hickies, heated make outs, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (don't do it!), threesome, doggy-style, creampie, early orgasms, boss! kink
author's note: this entire fic is a mess. it has so many time-skips, foreshadowing, and all that jazz in it that it wouldn't surprise me if you have to read it multiple times to catch everything. it's also roughly edited. either way, i hope you enjoy it! threesome smut scene is in the epilogue!
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Hair neatly placed, silk tie done perfectly, hands clasped at his waist as the sole of his shoe swayed him back and forth in the office chair behind the obnoxiously large desk, Lee Minho has a scheme in his mind. Locked away, so far in that you could see the glistening sparkle in his eyes but not see the telling sign he usually gave away on his face when he was up to something; you wanted him to speak more than you wanted him to tell.

"You know I never ask for anything from you that's more than I know you can handle." Voice deep like an echo in a dark cave, Minho's smooth lips moved with his words. "But this task is a little more-" Stopping to pause, his eyes shifted left—an indication that whatever was about to leave his mouth is far more barring than what you had anticipated. Considering his casual talk just this morning, all of this seemed to be a normal meeting. "-unravelling to me. It's essentially a risk, something that may or may not tie loose ends for me and my life."

Your mind stopped his words in place as if time halted all together. Sitting before the man, who usually subjected you to being below him - a boss's control and normal habits despite his gentleman ways - he finally hinted something personal. Words from his lips were always only casual instructions, common office talk, and sometimes genuine concern for the dark circles forming under your eyes from lack of sleep. But never something that could give him away.

The thing about this world—a career, a boss, a coworker, a home, a lifestyle: they're all just evanescent. Fleeting glimpses that can be taken from you by a single printed and signed page stating you're being let go. Minho declared you his secretary for two reasons: you're reliable and sturdy, and you keep your mouth shut no matter what is heard or seen. But here you sat dumbfounded that he was pulling you into a situation considered personal.

One note about Minho, he hardly talks about himself.

"Sir, you know I trust that you wouldn't overwhelm me." Voice smooth and calm, he knew you had to fight your teeth from chattering and hands from shaking due to the nervousness in your body. You were always the same around him, collected but on edge as if he'd fire you on the spot for having a brief moment of human nature.

"Hey." His dark eyes were like pools of honey from the sunset gleaming into the open windows of the office building, floors up from life and inside his lonely office away from all other staff and coworkers. "Be frank with me here. If this is already getting to you."
"I can handle it." Sturdy, the reliable attitude you held since day one broke past your shaking lips. "Think I can't?"

His left brow rose in tandem with his arched form floating back into his chair, continuing the spin on the sole of his shoe as he stared you down like a mosaic painting. Minho, a charismatic man with enough going on in his head to make anyone lose their marbles, smirked like he had strings connected to his fingers that he could use to lift and move your limbs for you. A puppet master, he had long had you connected to him.

"I must request that you go meet someone for me. You won't meet him officially, but the business will still be dealt through them to him." He sat forward again, angling and sliding a single manilla folder across his wooden desk before you. "The contents are confidential as always, so don't go snooping."

As if you would, he knew the words leaving his mouth were just a broken record to you by now.

"A proxy." You stated, his smirk only growing into a grin.

"Clever as always." Whispered, this side of Minho was more telling than any other. He whispered words to you instead of keeping them in his head, only doing this when it is you and he alone in a sealed room. He showed emotions, pretended his status doesn't inflate his ego as much as it does, and even showed you gratitude.

"You know I trust you with my life."

"As I do mine with you, Sir." The sound of the last word sent a visible shutter up and down his body, all seen by your eyes as his freshly dry-cleaned, white shirt crinkled with his sudden movements.

"Then it's official. You're on my side for this." He nodded, reclasping his hands together as his palms clapped a single mantra. "And I expect you to do the same as always."

Not the first time around, nor the second: you had been between Minho and other companies for the duration of the service you held with the man. Position meant to be singular upon your application stating the job description, you had wriggled your way into a higher placement so simply. Higher than his own coworkers, he held more respect for you than almost everyone else. And even more: you as a person.

"You'll keep yourself out of danger. Remember what I've always told you, and get out of there and come back to me if anything seems off."

"Keep myself level-headed, I remember."

Minho told you it all before he sent you out to the wolves. Those he sends you to as a proxy could steal you from him with a single glimpse, rudely or casually maneuver you into working for them. Trick you into giving him up, take you for their own, or use you to get to him. A continuous circle of danger, all for the man to give you the power to hold your head up high and know they can truly do no damage. Minho wouldn't allow it.

"I take it, this is going to be messy no matter how we handle it?" Your voice caught his ears as he nodded, blinking slowly before keeping his eyes gazing into your own.

"Either way, darling." He was the only man you ever let call you pet names. "You'll learn to trust him as much as I did."