Bound to You

Chapter 2

Double update! Trying to give shape to the story :)

Jimin could really use a hot shower right now but he was running late. His flight was delayed.

Fucking great.

So he barely had the time to even check into the hotel and currently he's in another cab on the way to Equinox. At least, he wore his suit beforehand. Small victories.

Equinox was a well-decorated, elegant restaurant. Attentive staff and a delicious smell of food all around. The waitress flashed her best customer service smile at Jimin and took him to a table in a secluded corner.

Kim Taehyung was already there – in a crisp white dress shirt, black waist coat with matching black pants and a simple tie tucked into the waist coat. His coat was kept on the chair beside him. He looked almost bored.

Pictures didn't do him justice. Jimin thought. They failed to capture the intensity of Taehyung's presence.

If he looked like a cover page model in those pictures. He looks like a greek god up-front. Tan skin, broad shoulders, narrow waist, perfect jawline, long legs, and those big, cruel, cold eyes. They were even more unsettling in person.

It took every bit of Jimin's self-control not to squirm and blush as the man looked up from his phone and studied him.

How are we of the same age again?!

Jimin gathered some confidence put a smile on his face and extended his hand towards the man, "Good evening, my father was unable to attend today and therefore I am here on his behalf. Park Jimin. Nice to meet you, Kim Taehyung-ssi"

Taehyung did not move and inch, neither did he take Jimin's hand, nor did his expression change. He simply stared.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" Taehyung finally spoke in a low baritone voice startling Jimin. The deep, husky voice, sent a shiver down Jimin's spine. The cultured tone was impeccable.  Even his father wouldn't find any fault in it.

Jimin took a seat opposite to him, trying not to show how nervous he was.

"N-not at all" he tried to keep his voice as stable as possible. "My father is currently out of the country for some important negotiations. He was unable to return on such a short notice, so he sent me in his stead." Jimin didn't miss the slight narrowing of those hazel brown eyes.

"I don't do business with children. You cannot be older than eighteen or nineteen". Jimin could feel his cheeks redden. He felt both anger and humiliation.

"I'm not a child"

Taehyung pinned him with a look that could freeze lava.

Fuck. I messed up. Is there any way to save this disastrous meeting from getting any worse?! Jimin was a statue in his seat, caught in that gaze, not able to move.

"If Park Young soon-ssi couldn't be bothered to show up, at least he should've informed me so that I didn't have to waste my time. Go home, little boy." Before Jimin could realize what was happening, Taehyung stood up, took his coat and he was gone.

Jimin groaned in frustration, folded his arms on the table and hid his face. Fucking hell.

He then realized what Taehyung had called him condescendingly- A little boy. He glared at the vacant seat opposite to him. Humiliation washed over him and Jimin really wanted to get up and leave--- his stomach growled.

Wow, you're impossible.

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Although Jimin still felt humiliated, but the food was delicious. As he was finishing his food, his head replayed the disaster of a meeting not even an hour ago. He probably should have forwarded the mail to his father. He acted on his own and failed. Jimin was clearly pissed off. Jimin had still no idea why this Taehyung wanted to meet his father. He shouldn't have poked his nose where it clearly did not belong. It was stupid, alright, but he just wanted to know more about the company he would inherit at some point. Jimin had been confident in his ability to hold a conversation – until the twenty- five year old Mr. Tycoon with creepy eyes reduced him into a blushing, self-conscious kid.

Goddammit.

It was snowing by the time Jimin left the restaurant. He hugged himself and shivered slightly. He just wanted to go back to his room and hide under the warm blankets. Looking around he noticed a cab immediately. For the first time luck seemed to be on his side. Jimin smiled in relief.

He got into the cab, gave his destination and closed his eyes. Mind still repeating the disastrous meeting with Kim Taehyung. There was no point in kicking himself. It wasn't his fault that Kim was a narrow-minded, arrogant, annoying dick-head who thought that was it was beneath him to talk business with someone who just happened to look very young. Fuck you Kim Taehyung, do you even know that we are of the same age? Of course, he doesn't. Argh.  But it was still Taehyung's mistake, not Jimin's. Mind you. Jimin was nowhere as inexperience and young as he looked. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

Jimin was pulled out of his gloomy thoughts when the car started accelerating. He opened his eyes and noticed that they weren't in the center of the city. And the car wasn't going anywhere towards it either. How long was I daydreaming? Shit.

"Hey, I, um, I'm pretty sure the hotel isn't in this part of the city". There was no reply. The car kept accelerating. It didn't even seem like they were in the city anymore. Jimin's heart was pounding, he kept biting his lip. This isn't what I think it is right? Jimin reached out towards the coat kept beside him, slipped his hand into the pocket where he kept his phone. He found nothing. Breathing heavily he searched the other pocket. Nothing.

Fuckfuckfuck.

Jimin forced himself to stop panicking and think, THINK! Please.

He met the driver's eyes in the mirror. "Look, y-you don't want to do this. M-my father isn't someone you want to piss o---"

"--Shut the fuck up" the driver barked out and Jimin heard the unmistakable sound of the safety being taken off of a gun. He took deep breaths. Don't panic, don't panic, you can't panic now Jimin.

It was dark outside but Jimin could see another black SUV following them. The driver wasn't alone. This wasn't robbery. They knew who he was. He wasn't surprised, his father had enemies.

"Whatever they're paying you, I'll pay three times more" Jimin tried.

The driver laughed, "Dead men don't need money". A shiver ran up Jimin's spine at the implication the words.

Jimin was royally screwed. At this point he only wished this was a simple kidnapping for ransom.