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...
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The staff had all changed into their individual outfits, as it would catch attention to wear latex when crossing roads. The employees seemed to work hard to keep the company's secret hidden. No other work place provided this kind of sanity break. Perhaps Jimin was getting slightly accustomed to the way the company was ran.
The first thing Jimin usually saw when entering the office was Hoseok sat at the reception desk with a sunny smile on his face. Yet every Friday it seemed that his other persona had come to play. Hoseok was in all black, with studs decorated on his shirt, Jimin noticed his black sequenced blazer on the chair. He had three belts clamped around his thigh and his hair styled so he had that parted fringe. Jimin had to admit there was something beautiful about how it curled slightly. The receptionist was leaning against the desk, holding a book. He flicked through a couple of pages and Jimin was trapped in a guilty trance, until the man looked up and smiled at Jimin.
