Fifty Shades Of Park Jimin

Chapter 8: Rules

Back in the impossibly big office, Y/N is filled with deep trepidation. She is on the edge of a precipice, and has to decide whether to jump.

"I'm fully aware that this is a dark path I'm leading you down, Y/N, which is why I really want you to think about this. You must have some questions," he says as he walks to the table releasing her hand.

She does. But where to start?

"You've signed your NDA; you can ask me anything you want and I'll answer."

"Sit." He points to one of the chairs opposite his desk, and she obeys his command. If she's going to do this, she's going to have to get used to his bossiness

"You mentioned paperwork."

"Yes."

"What paperwork?"

"Well, apart from the NDA, a contract saying what we will and won't do. I need to know your limits, and you need to know mine. This is consensual, Y/N."

"And if I don't want to do this?"

"That's fine," he says carefully.

"But we won't have any sort of relationship?" Y/N asks

"No."

"Why?"

"This is the only sort of relationship I'm interested in."

"Why?"

He shrugs. "It's the way I am."

"How did you become this way?"

"Why is anyone the way they are? That's kind of hard to answer. Why do some people like cheese and other people hate it? Do you like cheese? My secretary has left this for supper." He takes some large white plates from a cupboard behind him and places one in front of her.

We're talking about cheese ... Holy crap.

"What are your rules that I have to follow?"

"I have them written down. We'll go through them once we've eaten."

Food. How can I eat now?

"I'm really not hungry," Y/N whispers.

"You will eat," he says simply. Dominating Jimin, it all becomes clear. "Would you like another glass of wine?"

"Yes, please."

He pours wine into her glass and comes to sit beside her. Y/N takes a hasty sip.

"Help yourself to food, Y/N"

She take a small bunch of grapes. He narrows his eyes.

"Have you been like this for a while?" she asks.

"Yes."

"Is it easy to find women who want to do this?"

He raises an eyebrow.

"You'd be amazed," he says dryly.

"Then why me? I really don't understand."

"Y/N, I've told you. There's something about you. I can't leave you alone." He smiles ironically. "I'm like a moth to a flame." His voice darkens. "I want you very badly, especially now, when you're biting your lip again." He takes a deep breath and swallows.

Her stomach somersaults- he wants me ... in a weird way, true, but this beautiful, strange, kinky man wants me.

"I think you have that cliché the wrong way around," Y/N grumbles. She is the moth and he is the flame, and Y/N is going to get burned.