Park Jimin, one of the most successful self made billionaire's in the city of Seoul. He has everything. Money, houses and cars. But the one thing he refuses to have is love, until his new assistant challenges and tests him. He refuses to fall as fal...
I look around the entire room, trying to embrace everything I'm seeing in the moment. But I don't think I'm capable of taking it in all at once. I can feel my heart dropping into the pit of my stomach and I gasp for air but I feel nothing.
The first thing I notice is the smell of the room. It's thick and smells of leather and faint wood. It's pleasing but it also feels like its strangling and suffocating me. The room's dim, the lights are low and it gives it an eerie and mysterious feel to it. The walls are all painted a deep, dark burgundy, contrasting the outside white corridor, the flooring is wood, mahogany maybe or even oak. I'm not sure but it looks old but well preserved with the polish shining through.
Looking towards the ceiling I can't find the source of light that's seeping throughout the room but I notice how there's a square iron grid bolted on the ceiling. From the square iron rack falls an amount of ropes, chains, and shackles. All different sizes and shapes. There's a mahogany chest of drawers that seem to be isolated from the rest of the room. It looks vintage and ancient but matches perfectly with the rest of the room's interior. For a second my mind wanders to what possibly could be hiding in the set of drawers. Do I want to know? Next to it lays a set of steel canes varying in lengths and sizes which are placed in order of size. Going from the smallest to the biggest. Wrapped around the canes swing a range of whips, cuffs, paddles and some sort of feather.
But what overpowers the entire room is the bed. It seems to be larger than a king sized one. It looks like it belongs in a castle or a palace, or maybe even in the nineteenth century. It's carved with four posters with a flat top. I see more handcuffs attached to the posts but they seems bigger than the ones I saw before. The bedding is simple with red leather and satin cushions piled on top of each other and the duvet hanging from the mattress loosely also a deep burgundy.
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I hear the floor boards creak behind me notifying me that he's standing just a few steps away. I try to collect all my thoughts together but I don't think its possible. What I'm feeling right now is something I can't put into words. I don't know what to think or what to feel. So this is why Jimin couldn't put a label on our relationship because he's been hiding this from me. He's been hiding this side of him. This persona. Is this what he really is?
"Are you okay?" He runs his hands down my bare arms from behind me and I shudder from the contact. Whenever Jimin has touched me I've felt a comfortable warmth from him but all I feel now is cold. I move away from his grasp instantly stepping further into the room. Silence overbears the both of us. I want to speak or at least try but I can't seem to find the words. What do I even say in a situation like this? Jimin has dropped down one of his well held up barriers and I can't even react. I wanted him to show me all the sides to himself but this wasn't what I was expecting.
"Please y/n say something". I hear the worry in his voice and it causes my heart to ache.
"I...I don't know what to...say..Jimin?" I slowly turn around to face him. He's regarding me intently trying to figure out the thoughts that are running through my mind. If I can't figure my own thoughts out I don't think he'll be able to. His expression becomes unreadable as he watches me more closely.
