Our Secret | Taejin✔️

5. Let's Call it Quits

"So, I have a stick up my ass?" He asked, walking towards me. I took a step backward as he was getting too close, "No, Mr. Kim, that's not what I meant." I said, putting my hands up in defense.

"Call me by my name and tell me exactly what you meant." He said as he glared at me. I don't understand why he was being like this. This wasn't allowed at work; we agreed on this before.

"Taehyung." I finally breathe out.

**************************************

Jin's Pov:

"When you are not flirting with coworkers, are you making fun of me?" Mr. Kim, I mean Taehyung, was looking very dissatisfied, but I could not figure out what was bothering him.

"Mr.Kim, I do not flirt at work, and although I may have mocked you, what I stated was not completely incorrect. You are not very friendly to those around you, much alone strangers. In any case, I am not sure why this is such a huge issue or why I am even in your office. Our contract does not cover this. Take a look at my neck and look at what you have done. I specifically requested that you refrain from doing so." I began pointing to my neck, demonstrating all of the marks. He had his typical blank expression on his face, without expressing any emotion. This was something I normally appreciated about him, but not today. I wanted to know what he was thinking and why he brought me up to his office.

"Why are you referring to me by my surname? Did not I just tell you to call me by my first name? You may not consider what you are doing to be flirting, but believe me when I say that you are flirting with practically every male in this fucking place. When the new director arrives, he gets the looks you give him. Do you also want to fuck him? Are the marks on your neck preventing you from flirting with other people? Maybe I should do more than simply that." He had me trapped against his desk by the time he finished screaming insults at me. Both of his hands entrapped me. So what if I want to fuck the new director? Why was he so furious with me?

"Fine, if you want to be called Taehyung, then Taehyung you are, and do not ask me to name you anything else from now on. Out the fucking door, Mr. Kim. Are you following me around the workplace like a stalker? What if I really want to fuck the new director? I am single, wild, and free the last time I recall; I could fuck anyone I wanted, whenever I wanted. If you continue to behave in this manner, our partnership will be terminated! Just let me go; if you want me to go, I will leave as well. Finding a new fuck companion will not be difficult." While I was shouting, his eyes were closed, and I saw his knuckles had become white as he clutched the table, towering over me and trapping me between his hands. I liked our agreement, but what was the purpose of having one if he would behave like this?

"You think it is that simple, huh?" He laughed a sarcastic chuckle. "You believe it will be that simple, do you not?" He did not stop laughing. This jerk was terrifying me. "Did you even read our agreement, Seokjin? Or were you just impatient to sign? I am sure you did not think you would be able to end everything in one easy step simply, did you?" I gasped, thinking to myself. Did I fucking miss something?

"Allow me to educate you: I am the only one who has the power to terminate this arrangement. Unless you are ready to spend $825 million, you have no voice in the matter. You are free to go if you pay it, at least legally. Did you think you would be able to get away from me that easily? Do you think it would be that easy just to call it quits after I worked so hard to get you into this firm, after I fought so very hard even to get you to agree to all of this? Have you completely lost your mind? Only I can call it quits. I have been patient with you; I have seen you flirt, go on fucking blind dates, and you think I did not notice the most recent one? But now that a new director has arrived in town do you wish to call it quits?" He laughed a wicked chuckle once more.

Is it true that I signed my life over to the devil? I was so frightened at this point that I assumed I had merely signed a confidentiality agreement with a provision that said I would never reveal this information. What he is saying now can not possibly be accurate, can it? How did I end myself in this predicament?

"Do you realize how insane you are? Fucking insane! Who in their right mind would ask someone to pay $825 million to get out of a fucking contract? What exactly do you mean when you say you pushed hard to get me hired at this firm? I applied!" I became enraged and shouted at him.

"Crazy? Me? It is possible." He gave me a filthy smirk as he glanced at me. He grinned! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who. "Do you know why the number 825 was chosen? It was August 25, 2015, when we first met. You were eighteen at the time. So sweet and innocent. You do not recall giving me your umbrella and your cup of coffee, do you? Seokjin, you may have applied for this position, but how do you believe you got that email?"

No fucking way!