Vmin {Oneshot}

All for You

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Jimin had it all - CEO of the year, top 30 under 30, and one of the most wanted bachelors in Seoul. Now, he no longer has any of those things since he lost it to his very own lawyer, Kim Taehyung.

Without any options, Jimin returns to his own offices to take a job from the new CEO of the former Park Conglomerate, Kim Taehyung. Only the job is nothing he wants and everything he is too desperate to turn down.

As for Taehyung, he will enjoy turning Jimin into his personal doll. And if Jimin only pretends to play along but ends up becoming completely dependent on Taehyung - nobody has to know.

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The last time Jimin stepped into this office he was wearing an Armani suit worth a small car, a haircut that cost him more than the doorman's salary, and he had the confidence of a man who securely had the entire world under the bruising heel of his Dolce and Gabbana loafer.

The man that had bothered him that fateful night, the bastard who had seen Jimin's ruin, now looked down at some paperwork, his jet black hair falling forward and matching his black suit. When Jimin saw him last, the man was meak, with glasses, and timid in his tweed suit as he approached Jimin with paper and pen in hand.

"To sign, Jimin-ssi," he had nearly grovelled. Jimin, a glass of brandy in one hand and his other wrapped tightly around the dick of the man riding him, had scoffed before herding the lawyer over like a stray dog. "It's paperwork for -"

"Doesn't fucking matter," Jimin interrupted, slamming back the rest of his glass before snatching the pen from Taehyung's hands. His signature was big, bold, reckless, and he didn't bother to glance over the document. "Now, get out."

Taehyung grabbed the pen and paper as Jimin abruptly stood up, eliciting a squeal, and then a moan from the man as he leaned him over the desk in front of him. The lawyer said nothing and Jimin didn't spare the man a glance as he tilted his head back, let his eyes drift close, and snapped his hips ruthlessly into the boy below him.

With a deep bow of thanks for his cooperation, Taehyung left to ruin Jimin's life.

Now, Jimin sits in the office he designed, in a building that used to have his name on it, in a city that kneeled to his every desire, chewed up, spit out, and left without a penny to his name.

Two months ago, Jimin would've fired the man for this disrespect - refusing to look at Jimin, or address him with a deep display of respect, or even acknowledge that he had entered the room. He would've had him blacklisted from every Park Conglomerate and made him regret ever daring to disrespect his presence.

Now, Jimin spins the Cartier bracelet on his wrist in agitation, one of the few valuables he still has, and glares at the lawyer paying careful attention to the document on his desk.

Taehyung underlines something, removes his glasses, and finally lifts his head to acknowledge Jimin's presence.

"Jimin-ah," he greets casually, his deep voice filling the room and weighing Jimin down. "I'm glad you were able to make it. I see you're interested in a position working for Kim Conglomerate?"

Jimin quickly learned that poor people don't have the luxury of undeveloped self-control. During the last two months, Jimin had learned to be satisfied with lukewarm ramyun and convenience store bibimbap, to be friendly to the hotel manager who snaps at him for asking for a discount, and most of all to bite his fiery tongue when presented with even the most undignified of opportunities.