Park Jimin begins working as a secretary for the billionaire Min Yoongi and discovers a man of masculine beauty. He is introduced to a dangerously extraordinary playground, a place where the lustful executives are privileged and extreme fetishes are...
I need advice, my pet editor is 80% aggressive and 20% tremble, what can I feed her so she starts being 50% less life threatening, 20% adoring my work and 30% giving me compliments. She's also lonely so if anyone wanna hotline bling her ... @Just_go_to.sleep
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"You're not wearing that," Joon Hee tutted as she took a look at what Jimin was wearing, ripped jeans and an oversized green jumper. She was sat on the couch flicking through her magazine, she did that when she was thinking up of new costumes for the girls.
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Jimin was tired, he was dancing last night and had been living on coffee and two hours of sleep. He brushed his hair back frustrated.
"He said I can wear whatever I want," Jimin frowned, "And I want to wear this."
Joon Hee rolled her eyes, "I told you not to dance last night, why did you? Now you're being cranky." She stood up and crouched down to Jimin's tiny cupboard by the couch. He only had a few pieces of clothes. He wore the same suit to work, washing and drying it every other day. She looked back, pity etched on her face for her best friend. Her eyes caught something she has never seen before and she grinned.
"Why do you have this?" She giggled as she held up the red laced panties.
Jimin grabbed them off her, "This isn't what you think," he stuttered, he couldn't tell what happened at work. He didn't know what to say either. So he kept quiet and allowed Joon Hee to think whatever she wanted.
"You have a sugar daddy already?" Joon Hee gasped," Who is it?"
He opened his mouth, but words failed to fall out. "I don't have a sugar daddy," he finally answered. "I'm not selling my body!"
She flicked her hair back and crossed her legs, Jimin didn't like the smirk she had on her lips. He knew his best friend. She was the actual devil. "You can have sugar daddies that would sponsor you without asking for anything sexual."
And that was exactly it, that was his contract with Yoongi, a non-sexual agreement. But what did Yoongi get out of this? Jimin thought back to the extracts, that was all. Was that all he wanted? Was Yoongi his sugar daddy? After all, he only bought him lunch, that one time.
"Wear this and I won't make you wear that thing you wore last night." She grinned. Jimin shuddered, what he was wearing last night was a sheer shirt and black jeans. The shirt was slightly see through. He couldn't imagine the embarrassment if he wore that in front of Yoongi while reading erotica. "Your dancing has changed," Joon Hee commented, "It's more sensual these days."
The raven-haired boy looked at her, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You do," Joon Hee hummed, "Something inspiring you babes?"
