DEEP INSIDE || J.JK × Reader ✔

chapter 1 | On your knees

March 3rd, 2024.

10 am.

"Mister Jeon?" I knock on the door of his office after being called, waiting for his permission to enter. "Come in."

I grab the handle and walk inside the room while holding the different files in one arm. I close the door behind me and approach his desk.

"Do you have the work I asked for?" he raises his big eyes up and pushes his glasses up the thin bridge of his nose, licking his lips. "Yes, here it is," I place the files on his table with my cold hands before stepping back. "Thank you." he peeks at me and takes a closer look at what I gave him.

He peruses the articles I wrote and photocopied, not expressing anything negative like he usually does when he's not satisfied. He nods and turns to the page just below, the one I dreaded the most after struggling with it.

A heavy sigh escapes his mouth.

He raises his head up and takes his glasses off. "Come here," he holds the piece of paper in one hand and slightly rolls his chair back to point down at his right.

I'm not feeling good about this, but I still listen and walk to him.

"What do you think of your work?" he sets his piercing eyes on me.

"I tried my best, but...maybe this isn't good enough..." I lower my gaze but land it on his thighs, those compressed in his tight trousers. "Hm. 'Maybe'?" he tilts his head.

I can feel the pressure in and out of my body from all the stress he's making me go through. "No," I correct my previous statement. "It is not good enough."

"Then why do you give it to me?" he asks, his eyes searching my wandering ones for an answer. "Because you asked me to, Mister Jeon..."

"So what you mean by this is that if your work isn't good..." he puts the sheet down and leans closer to my body with a stern look on his face. "...That's my fault?"

"No, sir. That's not what I meant. It's my fault," I fix the mistake I just made and accept responsibility for it.

"Look into my eyes, Miss Han," he deepens his voice, not drifting his eyes away from my tense figure. I raise my chin up to a light degree and make our eyes meet.

His intense stare makes my heart race with its sharpness.

"Get on your knees," he leans back on his chair and spreads his legs as one of his arms rests on the flat surface. My breathing ceases at the sound of his order, raising the temperature of my body. My brows narrow as I stand on my spot. "Excuse me?"

"What?" his head tilts as his lips curved into a smirk. "We both speak the same language, don't we?"

"I..." I glance away. "I...I can't. I mean- Why would I do that?"

"Because I asked you to," he runs his eyes down my body, scrutinizing it without missing an inch. "You always obey and listen to your boss. That's why you brought this work on time as told, hm?"

"Yes, but this isn't work anymore. It's a personal request," I remind him, trying to assert my own boundaries.

He chuckles under his breath and lays one hand on his inner thigh, turning his head to the left.

I feel so anxious and uncomfortable; however, he seems to be enjoying this. He knows how to make my blood rush through my veins with mere words or actions. In other words, he likes to see me in a submissive position.

"Alright," he exhales and smiles while positioning himself back towards the desk. "I keep this work, but you'll be called in once more today for your work on the design you created."