Four

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Taehyung POV

“Mmm, Fine. You’ll start today then.” He stood up. “And I’m not giving up on you. You are mine and will only be mine.”

“I don’t believe that I am something that can be owned, for I am not an object, nor a toy for you to play with.”

“Such brave works for one who reacts so eloquently.” He whispered, smirking as I blushed. “The sounds you make when I touch you...they certainly make you sound like you're mine.”

“S-stop.” I Said, covering my mouth. “Let’s not talk of this anymore. What does my job entail?”

“Well, first of all, we’ll be getting you a new wardrobe. And then your hair cut and your face shaven. You look like a beggar off the streets. Then we have a meeting first thing this afternoon with one of my new investors from Japan.”

“Very well.” He led me out of the apartment and we got into a car. We drove to an expensive looking shop.

“First, let’s find you some suitable attire for this afternoon.” He placed a hand on the small of my back and steered me into the shop.

“Hey! I can walk on my own! Jeez.” I muttered, shaking him off.

“Master Jeon!” Three women said, smiling and running up to us. “Ooh, he's too cute! Who did you bring to us?”

“He’s my new translator. He is in need of some formal attire for an important business meeting this afternoon.”

“Of course!”

“Translator? Can you speak French then?” One of the girls asked in French.

“Yes, mademoiselle. It is one of my favorite languages.” I replied back smoothly. The girls squealed in delight and pulled me forward. I was shoved into a bunch of different clothing until they settled on one look.

I was shoved into a private room where Jungkook was sitting, waiting. He turned and looked at me when they were done and nodded. “That’ll do.” He paid and tossed the bag into the back.

We drove off again, this time coming to a salon. I was shoved inside, where another set of three women ogled over me and shaved, cut, and styled my hair. I walked out in a sort of daze, having had too much perfume intake.

I shook my head slightly and walked up to the car. Jungkook opened the door and I slid in next to him. “You look so much better.” He commented. I didn’t reply and looked out the window.

We ate some lunch together, and then I changed quickly, before meeting Jungkook in his office at the headquarters for Blue Lily Inc. I stood beside him in an elevator, surrounded by some of his men as we headed down.

We entered a large conference room, and across from us sat a man, around Jungkook's age, surrounded by men of his own. One of them moved and his sleeve moved up, revealing a tattoo. Alarmed, I stepped back.

“Your investor is the Japanese Yakuza!?” I Said to Jungkook furiously.

“You know them?” He asked, not alarmed at all.

“You said no shady stuff!”

“Relax, their investment is for legal things only, today. We’re simply here to greet and get to know one another. Business is to be discussed another time for future investments.”

“But with the Yakuza?”

“Hmm...I wonder how you’ll react when you meet the others then.”

“Others? I should never have accepted this job.” I turned, but one of Jungkook’s men was right there.

“Now don’t tell me you’ve wasted my time already.” Jungkook said from behind me.

“Jeez! Fine.” I Said, sighing. “Just legal stuff for today?”

“It’s just a simple meet and greet.” He waved me forward and I approached slowly, seating myself beside the man at the front of the table. Jungkook sat on the other side of him.

“Greetings, Oyabun Seokjin.” Jungkook said.

“Do you have a translator with you this time?” The man said impatiently.

“Ah....that would be me.” I Said, offering a small wave. “Jungkook greets you, Oyabun Seokjin.” The man who I had no doubt was the head himself looked at me up and down.

“Are you his woman as well then?”

“W-what? N-no.” I Said, waving my hands. “That’s not it at all.” I turned to Jungkook.

“What did he say?”

“It wasn’t important.” I a quickly, blushing slightly. Jungkook leaned back in his chair and studied me. “Ah ha.” I Said, turning back to Seokjin.

“I’m Taehyung, the new translator for Jungkook. Anything you wish to say to him I will gladly interpret for you.”

“You’re cute. Perhaps he’ll give you to me for tonight? I am in need of some company.”

“Ah...” I turned to Jungkook Who was watching us.

“I’m still waiting. This doesn’t work if you’re not going to tell me what he is saying.”

“H-he seems to have gotten the wrong I-impression about me....” I bit my lower lip.

“What did he say?”

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