💋 Seducing Our Boss | NamJin

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Namjoon stared at his uncle's phone.

"Delete that photo. Please, don't let anyone see it." The young man feared the safety of his reputation, staring at the photo. Luckily, his relative was kind enough to delete the image
and promise to never speak of their night to anyone.

This, of course, made Namjoon feel relieved. However, his worry wasn't over yet.

When his uncle left, the man remained with only one person on his mind... Kim Seokjin.

"Seokjin, please come to my office." When he released his finger from the button he had it pressed against, in a matter of seconds he was greeted by his secretary.

As if he had been eavesdropping on him instead of working in his office.

Namjoon saw how wonky Jin kept on walking. His legs kept shivering as he attempted to walk forward.

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"Come on, Seokjin. Walk normal, man! You got this." Jin thought, forcing his legs to walk forward.

But by forcing his weak limbs, he ended up folding his legs and falling over on his knees,
banging his forehead against Namjoon's lap.

Namjoon held his head, gently.

"Are you okay!? I'm sorry, I should have warned you about the bump on my rug. I'm so sorry." His worry surprised Jin so much, that he gained enough strength to stand up on his own and physically face Namjoon.

Namjoon brought him back down.

"Don't move so fast, if you have a serious injury, you'll only worsen it... What? Why are you staring at me like that?" Jin looked over his shoulder, winking at Namjoon.

His boss stood up from his chair, sighing.

"You'll never learn, will you? Why are you so... So... Naughty." His secretary jumped.

"N- Naughty?" His stuttering meant that he was caught off guard by his Namjoon's unexpected sentence.

"Yes. Yes, naughty! Very naughty."

"Namjoon, what makes you think I'm so perverted?" He crossed his arms, clearly pretending to be offended, when in reality, he was enjoying this moment.

The man was then handed over an extraneous device, which was placed in the palm of his hand.

It was Namjoon's phone. He held onto it, staring at the bright screen.

"But this is... My account." Jin's face started to burn up.

"I know. It's your other job, isn't it. Seokjin, why hadn't you notified me about this before?" He couldn't bare to look up at his boss. He was too embarrassed.

Namjoon's patience was wearing thin, after a whole five minutes of silence from Jin.

The man felt his tie was tightening around his neck. He wasn't in a good mood at all.

Seokjin was such a confusing man to him. His silence was taken the wrong way.

All that Namjoon could think of was that Jin kept his silence because he didn't really give
a shit about his position as a secretary, and that to him was unacceptable.

As a strict boss, he wouldn't tolerate tantrums from a grown man.

"Speak!" His rude, deep voice made Jin shake. And Namjoon noticed.

He felt bad for yelling at the man instantly, now that he realized how nervous he was.

"Just tell me why, Seokjin. Why did you hide this?" The young man spun his secretary over, forcing him to stare into his glistening eyes.

"I wanted to be accepted. . . For once. If you would have known I'm a stripper, then you would have found me disgusting. Dirty. Just- Everything that I didn't want to be."

Jin placed Namjoon's phone down, walking away with tears brimming out from the corner of his eyes.

He felt his heart was pounding out of his chest, as he controlled his need to cry, even if his
heart was about to drown from the amount of tears he was suppressing from within.

His legs kept wobbling, unable to run. So he paced around Namjoon's office until he made it to his door, hearing loud footsteps follow behind him.

The pain in his body was worsening by the minute, weakening to a point that he couldn't physically move.

Namjoon held onto his arm, tightly.

"Who do you think you are?" He asked, staring at the man. Jin remained silent.

"Answer me. Who do you think you are." His head slowly tilted upwards to face his boss,
with tears threatening to spill out of him at any given moment.

"A... Slut." Expecting to be aggressively kicked out of Namjoon's office, fired, and even beaten: Jin braced himself for whatever was about to come his way.

Namjoon pulled his hand back and Jin's heart sank as he covered his face with terror, squinting his eyes so tightly, his socket nearly disappeared.

He crouched down, but was pulled back up and reeled into a pair of strong arms.

"I'll ask you this one last time: Who do you think you are, Kim Seokjin." Namjoon's grip wasn't tight. It was soft and his arms felt warm and welcoming.

"A slut. I'm..." Jin's eyes widened, his heart race spiralled out of control, and his body started shaking as he was in shock with the pair of lips that had connected to his own.

Namjoon held onto his waist, tightening his grip, the deeper the kiss got.

He parted himself away from Jin, wiping the man's lips with his thumb, gently.

"You know what you are?" Jin shook his head, confused and flustered.

Namjoon leaned in and hugged the tall man.

"You're mine, Seokjin."

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