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♠️Chapter 1♠️

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"Hi, I'm here for the induction meeting," Jimin says as he holds onto his suitcase. His newly ironed white shirt presses on the counter.

"Ah Mr Park," the receptionist smiles. "I'm Jung Hoseok, Mr Kim will be with you shortly, for now, please take a seat."

"Thank you Mr Jung." Jimin bows and takes a seat. The office has a large area for their reception, large panels of windows allowing light to seep through. But something caught his attention, it was the fact the rest of the office was secluded. There were doors leading to meeting rooms, he could see the tables and their black leather chairs through the windows. Jimin nervously taps his feet on the cream marble flooring. It's been a while since Jimin has worked at an office, he really hopes his lack of experience doesn't show.

"Mr Park."

Jimin looks up to see a handsome man approach him, he stands up instantly to take his hand out.

"I'm Kim Seokjin," He shakes Jimin's hand. "I'm head of the Marketing team, is it not obvious with this handsome face." He chuckles.

Jimin nods unsure of the type of life he expects from this place, but he heard the salary was good. And that's all he needed.

"Tough crowd," Seokjin sighs, "Anyway, I'm sure you have met our receptionist." He points at Hoseok who waves at him.

Jimin nods "Yes Sir."

"Woah, stop there." Seokjin gasps. "I'm not..." He seemed to look up as if he realised something. "Never mind, here in the office we just call people by their first names, so you can just call me Jin."

"Okay, Jin." Jimin nods again and follows him through the doors and into the office.

They passed a long corridor with long white panels that touch the ceiling. "You've already signed the contract stating you cannot disclose anything you see or hear on this day, even if you don't decide to take the job. I just want you to remember that." Jin gives him a little wink.

"Yes, I understand," Jimin says quickly.

"You would do really well as a sub," Jin whispers.

"Pardon?" Jimin replies, he didn't seem to hear the whispers.

"Nothing." Jin laughs nervously as they walk through automatic glass doors.

The door led them to the main office platform. There were rows and rows of white desks attached to each other. The room was filled with sixty desks. Jimin bows to the people that walk past him, but no one seemed to be noticing him.

In fact, there was a crowd around forming at the far end of the room, Jimin ran after Jin who was making his way there.

Jimin was relatively short compared to the people that worked here. Or should he say for the men that worked here. Because since stepping foot on this floor, not a single woman was seen.

When Jimin finally got a glimpse of what was happening there was a man on his knees, his hands are tied together over his head. His chest exposed to everyone watching. Sweat trickled down his chest, they drip over his torso, and stream down his v line. The only thing that seemed to keep his dignity intact was his tight trousers and the belt around his waist. It seemed even tighter around his ass, making it look plump. The man looks his way, and the desperation in his eyes was something so familiar to Jimin.

"Tae?" Jimin mumbles.

A dark-haired man stands before Taehyung, tilting Taehyung's chin upwards with the tips of his fingers. "Why do you like getting into trouble little one?" He growls. He takes out a whip and the blinds go down causing the room to darken.

Taehyung doesn't say anything, he just looks up with pleading eyes. "Mr Jeon please." He whines.

"Please?" Mr Jeon grazes the handle in circles around Taehyung's chest. He holds the whip back and just when he about slashes it down, Jimin covers Taehyung with his body. He feels the whip sting through his shirt as he holds tightly onto his blazer. When the pain resides he covers Taehyung's body with his blazer.

He glares at the owner of the whip. "What the hell are you doing you monster?" He shouts.

Jimin feels a tug behind him, Taehyung seems to be untying his hands so Jimin helps him quickly.

"Jimin what are you doing here?" Taehyung asks in a whisper.

Jimin faces him, but he kept giving glances at Jungkook who seemed shocked with what was happening. He was beginning to get strange looks from the crowd, and Jimin glares back at them. What's wrong with this place. Where is their sense of morals?

"Jimin," Taehyung tries to get his attention again."It's okay... um, I want him to do this."

Jimin gasps and pulls Taehyung to the side away from the crowd. "Are you out of your mind?" Jimin hisses. "I understand people have fetishes or whatever but this is an office you should act proper, where is your boss I'm going to speak to him."

Jimin looks around, he was looking for someone that held authority here. He was disgusted, at how all the co-workers were just ... watching.

Taehyung sighs, "Jimin haven't you been informed?"

Jimin's busy looking for a spare shirt in his bag for Taehyung. "I haven't seen you in years, and this is how we reunite." Jimin throws him a shirt.

"Jimin we are allowed to do this at work! Taehyung yells.

Jimin's glasses almost fall off his nose. "That's bullshit."

"What's all the commotion!"

And there it was, the voice of authority.

"Thank goodness." Jimin sighs, he pushes through the crowd. "Sir ... I need to report something weird about this office." Jimin stops in his path as he sees the man before him.

"You must be Mr Park." The voice is soothing and it makes Jimin easily want to submit to it.

Jimin seems to have returned to his senses, he wasn't looking at Mr Mysterious, at least not too closely. He swears he doesn't notice how broad his shoulders are, how an uneasy feeling stings at his chest.  "Yes... You are Mr..."

"Mr Min." The man walks towards him with a smirk as he looks at his surroundings. The men around them return to their work, it's quiet, apart from the nervous typing on the keyboards. The man finally makes his way to Jimin, their gaze uncut.

And Jimin had to agree that there was something devilish about his coal eyes, and how they seemed to roam around his body, undressing him.

"Mr Min," Jimin repeats, he clears his throat for the second time, it's dry and he thought running his tongue along his lip would sate it.

"Mr Park, let's talk in my office."

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