My little Bunny

Chapter 3

*Jimin's P.O.V.*

I leaned back in my chair and let out a long sigh. Lately work has been more exhausting than before. The reason was probably because I fired my last assistant, but I had to because they paid personal things with our company's credit card which every assistant needs in case they have to buy something for the company, or for me so I get my morning coffee.

I needed a new one, but I couldn't find any. Most people of the company probably avoided me or getting the job of being my assistant, because I, as the rumours say, was too harsh and arrogant.

I stood up from my chair and walked over to the wall which only consisted of one giant window and looked down at the city which streched out from about 180 meters under me. My office was on the 45th floor.

I had no idea what to do with this assistant thing. I had to stay in my office longer than I should and worked more than felt humanly possible. It was just extremely tiring and my whole body felt completely tense, not even the massage therapy helped. I got no longer than 3 to 4 hours of sleep at night because I came home late and had to be there very early in the morning.

"-min are you listening to me?" A hand on my shoulder turned me around and made me look at the owner of said hand. Ah, my father.

"Sorry, I was just deep in my thoughts right now. What was it that you were saying?" I walked over to my chair and let myself fall on it, too tired to even stand anymore.

"You are not the first person I have seen so deep in thought today. I have good news for you, son." He clapped his hands together and stood at the side of my table slightly leaning against it.

I just hummed at him to continue, not at all in the mood for a proper answer.

"So I bumped into this adorable boy today who got rejected by several companies and because I am a wonderful father and gentle human being and know how much it tires you to have all that workload to do by yourself, I asked him to work as your assistant and he pretty much gave his okay."

That's my dad. Everytime he acts like he is nice and caring but in reality he is only nice to me when he wants something or he has ideas in his mind that are for his own benefit.

"Do you have the name of the boy?"

"Jeon Jungkook", he replied and looked at me.

I just stared back at him not moving at all. Jeon Jungkook.

After a few minutes just looking at one another he said: "Well, he has probably already contacted me so I'll go back to my office for a second and call it a day. I'll tell him to come on monday at 7am."

My father already opened the door but looked back at me once again. "For your sake, please just go home for today too. Being as exhausted as you look is neither good for you nor our company." And then he walked out and closed the door behind him.

My father was right. Even though I knew he didn't really care about me, I also knew he was right. Working myself to exhaustion wouldn't do me any good, nor would it do the company.

I got my phone from my desk and stood up, walking over to my door and turned off the light before I walked outside and locked my office. After I got to the elevator I pressed the lowest button which led me to the garage on the lowest floor of this building. I found my car in the same spot I have left it. I got in my black-matte Ferrari 458, parked out and made my way home.

When I finally got home, I walked in and as soon as soon as I fell on my bed, I fell asleep still in my work clothes.

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When I walked into my office on monday morning my clocked read 6:45am. I let myself fall on my chair and put my phone and keys on my desk and opened my laptop. I took my coffee which I bought myself in the coffee shop on the ground floor and took a few sips.

I made a mistake. When I came home on Saturday and fell asleep right away I also slept through most of sunday. Normally I would have at least checked my emails but it completely slipped my mind. Well, at least I got to sleep enough to be kind of energized again.

My phone buzzed which signaled me that I got an sms. I took it and saw that it was from my father reminding me that this new boy was coming at 7am and I shouldn't be too hard on him.

Right, I almost forgot about him too. What was the name again? Jeon Jungkook... wasn't it?

I leaned towards my table and on my laptop I searched for the boy named Jeon Jungkook.

I found a few pictures from his social media and wow, my father was right; this boy did look adorable.

I don't know why, but I had this weird feeling about him. He was beautiful and very cute, exactly my type. Oh, if I could have him, he'd be more than just my assistant.

_I let my gaze wander over Jungkook who was laying on my king sized bed. I had handcuffed him to the bed posts and covered this eyes with a blindfold, so he couldn't see anymore and he'd be more sensitive. I could see him shiver. His body was shaking, probably because he was both excited and nervous. I let my fingers sink down to his skin and moved my hand from his shoulder down to his stomach with a light touch. He let out a little moan. "J-Jimin..." Oh fuck, him moaning my name sounded so hot, I felt myself starting to get hard. But he had to be quiet. That's why I had put my hand around his throat; to silence him. "Didn't I tell you to be quiet?", I whispered into his ear. He nodded. "Haven't I also told you before to use your words when answering me?", I said and squeezed his throat a little bit stronger. "I'm sorry...", he replied. "I'm sorry what?", I asked again. "I'm s-sorry da-daddy", Jungkook finally said. That's the sentence I've been waiting for-_

I was ripped out of my daydream by a knock on my door.

"Yes, come in." I said in a dominant tone, loud enough for whoever was outside to be able to hear me.

I closed the tab with pictures of Jeon Jungkook and stood up. The door opened and first my father walked in with an angel coming in behind him.