My lover(sequel to My Host; namjin)

Seokjin

This is bullshit. Utter bullshit! I cross my arms and legs as I sit on the chair beside Namjoon. He's filing paperwork before my photo shoot and the asshole was afraid I'd run(not that I would! I would never...😑)so he freaking ankle cuffed me to his desk!
I've spent the last hour sighing heavily to rush him as he ignores my indignant glares. Quite the opposite..he seems awfully pleased with himself. Asshole.
"I'm almost done. I'm just waiting for Hobi to bring Mark. You two will do three concept shoots together then you will begin two separate campaigns. I want Mark to focus on the musical and dance aspect of the company appearance with Hoseok while you focus on the fashion and attitude side with me." He explains as he signs his name on several sheets.
I huff out an annoyed breath. "How am I supposed to work like this?! I'm a prisoner!" I yell just as the door opens to reveal a less than cheerful looking Hoseok will a subdued Mark trailing behind.
      I frown as Hoseok avoids my questionable gaze and I notice him limping slightly...I wish he'd just tell us what's wrong...Mark also seems unhappy and his eyes widen when he sees my situation.
      "Are you actually cuffed to his desk!" He asks in disbelief. Finally! Someone understands how crazy this is!
       "Psycho won't let me out of his sight." I grumble.
       "Psycho knows if he leaves this room, he won't come back and I've invested too much time and money in him." Namjoon pitches in dryly.
      Mark actually laughs. Traitor!
      "It's not funny! I might as well be in jail!" I screech.
      "Have to admit, a penthouse suite for a jail cell is pretty nice, don't you think?" He teases me.
       "I thought you were on my side?" I pout while my supposed 'friend' /pretend 'boyfriend' merely shrugs completely unconcerned.
       "You suck.." I scoff while he only ruffles my hair and follows Hoseok to the other side of the room to choose clothes. I sit up a little bit straighter. "Can I go pick out some clothes?" I ask Namjoon as sarcastically as I can manage.
He seems to think about my request before silently releasing my ankle and I obviously just imagined him caressing my calf as he uncuffed me. He wouldn't. Clearing my throat, I get up and make my way over to the racks of clothes in excitement. I love this aspect of modeling. The clothes are so gorgeous and luxurious and I usually get to keep them after the shoots.
I pick out a pair of white super skinny jeans and a black studded belt. Frowning, I debate on a shirt as Mark admires my choices.
"Your fashion sense is always on fleek." He teases.
I blush, shrugging. "I love clothes. It's my thing, I think." I sigh happily. He frowns at his own choices and sets them back on the rack.
"Gimme!" He grabs my clothes and runs off before I can blink. When I realize what just happened I pout and try to find another outfit for myself.
"Here." I jump when Namjoon speaks right beside me, scaring me. He reaches around me and pulls out something black that I missed.
He presses it against my chest and tilts his head, studying. "Good...now..." he mumbles to himself while searching for more articles for me to wear. I hold the thing he gave me and realize it's see-through...and lace!
I throw it back at him. "I'm not wearing that!" My face is blood red.
He sighs and rolls his eyes like I'm an irritating child he has to deal with. "Jinnie...we're going for attitude with you, remember? I want you to represent the darker, sexier side of the company, ok?"
"This wasn't in the deal!" I complain loudly.
He raises an eyebrow before tossing the sorry excuse for a shirt back at me. "So what? It's my company and I'm paying you to wear this! It doesn't matter if I want you to walk around in a fucking maids uniform! You don't have a choice! Now stop bitching." He glares while tugging free another pair of white skinny jeans.
I take it resentfully and he points to the adjoining bathroom for me to change. I stomp passed him and throw the clothes on the sink in anger. If only there was a window I could escape from!
I grumble under my breath as I tear off my clothes and change into the ridiculous attire he chose. The full black lacy shirt clings to my broad chest and I can see my nipples as I glare at myself in the mirror.
I struggle to pull on the practically painted on jeans and find it hard to breathe. Just great!

I quietly go back into his office to see all eyes fall on me. I shift self consciously as they continue to...just stare. "What!" I snap, still annoyed.
      Mark's eyes are wide as he takes me in. "Wow...Jin...you look fucking hot!" He shakes head before coming over and pulling me into a hug. From the corner of my eye, I see Namjoon glare at us so I smirk and slip my arms around his waist, connecting our bodies.
      Mark catches on and pulls back, slowly and purposely brushing his lips against my cheek. He chuckles in my ear and winks at me. I open my mouth to speak but before I can I'm ripped away from him. Namjoon pushes between us and shoves Mark away from us.
      "Hey! Stop it!" I shove him away from me but he only grabs hold of my wrist and pulls me out of the room, slamming me again the wall outside. I gasp from the pain and suddenness of it all. "Wha-"
       "Shut up!" He angrily cuts me off. "What did I say about staying away from him?!" He shouts in my face.
      My eyes widen from the force of his wrath. "That's not for you to decide, Namjoon!" I retort, my own anger showing.
      He chuckles, letting his eyes roam over my body. "It's cute you think that. You may hate me, you may want nothing to do with me but for the next few months-I own you." His lips brush over my cheek where Mark's did and he licks the corner of my mouth.
      "I ha-"
       "Hate me? I don't care. You're still mine until your contract ends. You will do as I say or I'll be forced to retaliate." He ghosts his fingers over my visible nipples and memories of all our past trysts replay inside my head. My body freezes up, unsure what to do.
     I lick my lips and suck in air.
     "If you don't listen to me...I'll end Mark's contract." He threatens and my eyes widen in shock. Mark really needs this. He wouldn't!
      "What? You can't do that?!" I push him back but he only presses his body harder against mine.
       "Oh, yes I can. I don't like him so close to you. Stay. Away. From. Him." He growls through clinched teeth.
        Swallowing hard, I can only nod. There's nothing I can do. He has me and knows it.  
      "That's right, baby. Now let's finish getting you ready, shall we?" He takes my hand and leads me back inside the room and I'm shocked at the scene we walk back in on.
      Hoseok and Mark kissing.