She's Mine

AUTHOR's P.O.V
"Looks like you've made yourself at home here." His comment caught her off guard, her lips parting in a silent state of surprise. "You've barely walked through the door and you're already running the show... Enjoying the gig that much, are we?" Her heart raced, a chill of dread washing over her as she found herself ensnared by Jimin's piercing stare.

"Uh... Mr. Park," she faltered, her voice a shaky whisper as she clung to a sliver of calm.

"Confide in me, Y/N. How's it feel sitting pretty a notch above the rest? A bit more sway, a touch more clout, wouldn't you say? Care to enlighten me? I noticed you were having quite the ball earlier."

His gaze sharpened, a slow step bringing him closer, the ghost of a grin playing on his lips. She swallowed hard, mentally kicking herself for getting swept up in the heat of the moment earlier. She should've kept to herself, delivered the envelope, and made a swift exit.

But no, she had to serve Rachel a dose of her own bitter medicine without a second thought of the possibility that he would find out or its consequences.

"I... I'm really sorry, Mr. Park—"

"Save it, I'm not after an apology. I just wanna hear it straight from you. How'd it feel puffing up your chest out there, huh? Felt on top of the world, I bet? Like you were calling the shots?" He prodded her for words, clearly amused by her growing fluster. A smirk curled his lips as she stood frozen, fists clenched, eyes darting everywhere but his, scrambling for the right words.

His smirk slowly dissolved, his approach more deliberate as he fixed her with a penetrating gaze. "Just who do you think you are, hmm? Who gave you the green light to talk shit to my other girls?" His hushed tone sent a tremor through her. Her lips sealed shut, no words would come.

Because in that moment, she realised nothing could shield her from his presence. Absolutely nothing.

"Who do you think you are, daring to even glance their way?" His words dripped with disdain, making her question her own worth in his eyes.

"Do you really believe you're on their level, that you can even meet their gaze? Oh, pretty pretty dollface..."

That confirmed it.

A gasp escaped Y/N as he abruptly seized her, yanking her close enough to feel his breath on her skin. "And here I was, thinking you believed you could stir up trouble and just waltz out unscathed... That's rather entertaining, to say the least." With no room for argument, Jimin hauled her off to his desk as if she were nothing more than a plaything.

"Mr. Park, it hurts—" Her protest fell on deaf ears. "Ahh, Y/N... You haven't even begun to understand true pain." And with that, he forced her down onto the desk, his hand pressing her head against the unforgiving surface.

Oh, what the f–

"M-Mr. Park–" As she addressed him, her voice laced with desperation and frustration, she couldn't help but wonder how many times she had already invoked his surname, yet this time, she was compelled to plead for his attention, as the absurdity of his actions was becoming increasingly incomprehensible. "Mr. Park," she implored, her words tumbling out in a hasty, anxious cadence, "Mr. Park, please!"

Meanwhile, Jimin's other hand reached for the edge of her dress, pulling it up with an abrupt, violent motion, exposing her flesh to the cool air. She shivered involuntarily as his warm palm made contact with her cold skin, its gentle pressure eliciting a reflexive pucker of her lips. The sensation was both tantalising and terrifying, as if she was being drawn into a vortex of uncharted emotions.

"Mr. Park," she repeated, her voice cracking with a mixture of trepidation and pleading, "What are you–" But before she could complete the sentence, Jimin's hand descended upon her exposed skin with a resounding smack, the sound echoing through the room like a percussive slap in the face. The sudden pain sent her yelping in shock, but he held her firmly in place, refusing to relinquish his grip as he continued to administer the punishment with calculated precision. Each blow was delivered with a deliberate intensity, leaving a trail of red marks on her tender flesh like the aftermath of a violent storm.

As the spankings continued to rain down upon her, she felt her body begin to writhe and twist in anguish, her fingers grasping the edge of the desk with increasing desperation as tears streamed down her face. With each passing blow, she felt herself slipping further and further into a vortex of pain and despair, until finally, she closed her eyes in a desperate attempt to shut out the agony and find some measure of solace.

"Mr. Park, please..."

"Silence."

She begged, her voice cracking as she crouched over the desk, her mind reeling from the sudden and brutal punishment. Before she could even process what was happening, the dark navy's hand grasped her hair, yanking her upright with a smirk of amusement. His eyes scanned her ravaged face—puffy eyes, parted lips, and a tangled mess of hair that had long since lost its neat bun.

"That's the price you pay for being late and having a major attitude," Jimin growled, his lips inches from her ear as he tightened his grip on her hair. The pain was excruciating, and she felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as he pulled on her scalp. "You think you're above the rules around here? Take note; you're not the boss and keep in that fucking mind that I'm always watching. Now, fuck off."

Without warning, Jimin gave her a shove that sent her stumbling backward. She struggled to retain her balance, but it was clear that she was still reeling from shock. Her feet flew out from under her, and she landed hard on the floor with a thud.

Jimin's laughter echoed through the room, mocking and cruel, as she struggled to catch her breath. "Get used to it, doll," he sneered. "This is just the beginning. You have no idea what kind of chaos I've got in store for you if you keep pushing your luck."

She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, with loud, desperate sobs trying to push out of her throat as her heart pounded in her ears. Her throat ached with the outraged cries she'd been suppressing in fear that it might trigger the dark navy again. Fear, agitation, disbelief, every single dreadful emotion ran down her spine, constricting her lungs.

She should've seen this coming after all that she had been through with this mafia. If he could torture her on bed, he could do anything.

With an anxious breath sucked in, Y/N raised her trembling hand to grab the edge of her desk, using its support to hoist herself up. Finally managing to stand upright, she bowed her head in submission before cautiously walking back to her own desk. She was now —if not more than before— afraid of even her breath sounding louder than necessary, in the presence of this man.

The whole ordeal left her feeling shaken and scared, wondering what other horrors lay in store for her if she didn't toe the line.

-

"No," the man displeasingly grumbled, lighting up the cigarette between his scarred fingertips. He inhaled gently, the warm smoke filling his lungs while his jet-black eyes scanned and studied one girl after the other approach him. But much like the women in the hundreds of magazines that remain untouched, the chicks in his sight just didn't click.

Adam was leaning against the wall, biting his inner cheek. Frustration thrummed through his veins as his patience was dissipating into thin air. It's been an hour, yet the so-called chiefs have not yet set their eyes on one single girl. He took in a sharp inhale and pushed his hands into his pockets.

"You've impressed me, Adam. I had no clue Jimin had the best beauties of the town," the man leisurely dragged the words, finishing his sentence with a mocking raise of his eyebrows.

Cut me some slack, Adam's mouth ached to speak but the words remained unsaid as the man stood up, the two men that accompanied him mimicking his movements. "What a waste of time," he mumbled under his breath, not letting Adam have an ear.

"We're heading out. Tell your boss that we were very pleased with his service." The tinge of deliberate revulsion that coated his voice made Adam roll his eyes as he gave them a brief nod, determined to get rid of them as soon as he could. Adam watched the three callous men march out of the room, unintentionally missing out on the nods they exchanged with each other.

As the three men climbed further up the marble stairs, the surroundings grew progressively darker with each passing second. As they walked from the ninth to the tenth floor, the hallway ahead of them was nearly pitch black. The only reason they could see through their way was the thin beams of light that seeped through the little door opening at the end of the hallway. It was the only room on this floor.

"Let's go meet the boss," The man mumbled, more to himself than to the two men on either side. They trekked through the dark and desolate hallway, reaching the end of it as the door came into view. The sign on the door clearly stated, 'Do not enter', but he still clutched the doorknob. Could you blame him? The wicked have been, since the beginning, doing the opposite of what is expected of them. These three were no exceptions to that.

-

Still shell-shocked from the memory of the raw deal, the light brown didn't notice the wooden door ease open and a brown head peep inside as she stayed seated in her chair, her head resting on the desk.

"Oh, there," a deep husky voice reached her ears, and her head jolted up, Jimin's dark eyes resurfacing in her mind. But she was taken aback when her exhausted eyes fell upon three men, dressed up in formal attire from head to toe.

"Look who we found rather than the boss," his eyes racked from up to down, his pupils a little bit too dilated for this time of the day as he took in the way Y/N's messy hair flowed down her shoulders in waves. He noticed her clothes being unreasonably wrinkled and her face a little swollen, as though she's been crying. He scrutinized every part of her, making her feel uneasy under his gaze.

The men walked inside, the one in the centre walking closer to the desk as he laid his palms on the dark wood, leaning closer to her. Just by the intensity of his gaze, Y/N knew that whatever his intentions were, they weren't good. And the next words that he spilled confirmed her intuition.

"You're the only one here, hmm? You seem to be a special one... And I like special." He leaned closer, his darkened gaze lowering from her eyes to her lips, increasing her discomfort. "S-Sir... I'm not for sale," Y/N's lips curved into a tight, weak smile, trying to maintain the professionalism.

"Not for sale?" A chuckle rumbled through him, his eyes closing for a moment before they opened again, gazing right into her orbs. "I should've known... Park keeps the best girl in the palm of his hand. While the rest? They're never fun to play with—"

An ear-shattering bang reverberated off the walls of the room, causing a yelp to escape Y/N's mouth as her hands flew to her ears, trying to stop the loud, continuous ringing inside them, her eyes tightly shut and her breath catching in her lungs as the sound of the gunshot struck her with no warning.

"And you should've known... That if I keep a girl in the palm of my hand, it means she's mine."

The dangerous, gruff voice echoing in the dead silence forced Y/N to let her eyelids part, her chest heaving from the heavy breathing as her trembling gaze fell upon the dark navy locks of the man holding up a gun.

"Hey!" The two other men pulled out their guns and pointed them at Jimin, causing a gasp to leave Y/N's mouth involuntarily. She stared with wide eyes at the dark hues of Jimin, his smokey eyes now looked like they wouldn't hesitate to destroy whatever was visible to them.

And she wasn't wrong.

Jimin did not hesitate any bit as he shot them both on the head, the loud sound cracking through the air making Y/N flinch again as her eyes clenched shut in terror. The three bodies laid limply on the ground, coating the wooden floor with a bright shade of red.

The dark navy's eyes glanced away from the bodies, hooking with Y/N's terrified face. He gazed intently at her, his darkened eyes roaming through her body, noticing the goosebumps covering her skin and the shivers that were out of her control. She still had her eyes closed, her hands covering her ears as she trembled on her seat.

Just then, he heard a voice in his head.

"This girl came from a world that had nothing of this filthy shit. Just a few days ago, she didn't even know any of this existed!"

Jimin clenched his jaw, his heart pounding in his ears as it forcefully drowned away the voice of his head. Was it the first time she witnessed a gunshot? He shoved his gun back to the belt around his torso, his eyes not wavering from her as he raised his silver chain to his lips, "Adam. Office. Now." He grumbled, tearing his gaze from her and walking back to his desk, throwing his body onto his swivel chair.

Not so long after, the same wooden door of Jimin's office eased open again, this time Adam's blonde head peeked inside. Adam's face hardened in an instant, his eyes widening in shock when the three familiar bodies caught his sight. He gulped, immediately knowing what was about to come. He hesitantly pushed the door wider, stepping inside and walking closer to the big boss' desk, placing both his hands behind his back as he lowered his head.

The silence was deafening as Jimin raised his legs, placing one on top of the other on the table surface. His gaze was sharp and furious as he tilted his head at Adam. "What are those?" Jimin grumbled, already on the edge of his patience. The low register of his tone struck Adam, and he instantly let his eyes fall shut. He knew he couldn't answer Jimin's question, but he also knew very well that he couldn't ignore it. Dilemma.

"Answer me!" Like a thunder, Jimin's voice downed on the room. Y/N flinched again, and Jimin's eyes shifted to her for a moment. She didn't want him to look at her, not when he was this furious. She turned on her chair, trying to not fall in Jimin's sight. The dark navy returned his cold gaze to the older with the same frustration twitching in the veins of his temple. "Why the fuck were they here. Weren't they supposed to be between the seventh and the ninth? Where the fuck were you?"

Needless to say, Adam felt lightheaded. He didn't have a response to give. He might have been older than Jimin in age, but Jimin held much more power and authority than anybody else in Bangtan Empire. In a weak voice, Adam attempted to apologise. "I'm sorry, boss. They were very picky when it came to the girls between seventh and ninth—"

"So, they come here to take what's mine?" Jimin raised an eyebrow, the same menace laced on his orbs. "No, boss, they told me they'll leave. I didn't know they'd come up here."

Jimin pulled down his legs, his palm slamming hard on the desk as he raised up on his feet, the echo of the harsh contact causing another flinch to cross through Y/N. "This is not how it works! They tell you they'll leave, and you let them wander around the building?! Did you forget the rules?!" Jimin inhaled sharply, running his fingers through his hair in frustration as he raised his chain again, bringing it to his lips. "Justin. Office. Now."

Less than a minute later, the door opened, and Justin walked in with heavy breaths. He seemed to have ran his way up. It was almost like they were puppets under Jimin's command; just by the tone of his words, they'd know what was to come.

The dark navy's jaw clenched, his legs taking slow, deliberate steps around the desk and closer to Adam, but his words were directed to Justin as he spoke. "Carry those bullshits out of my office and do what's needed to be done." He spoke with a harsh, rigid tone, his eyes never budging from Adam's lowered head. "And you," he lowered his voice an octave deeper, "Don't repeat the mistake, or else, I'll rip the spider off of your neck with my bare hand and bury it along with your body."

"Y-Yes boss." Adam's voice quivered, his hand still resting behind his back as he bowed. "Now leave, both of you."

Y/N's chest still heaved irregularly, her eyes locked on the way Adam carried one of the bodies, while Justin carried two at once with ease, walking out of the room with hurried steps and leaving her all by herself with the same maniac that killed those men.

She didn't have the guts to look back at him after everything that occurred within a few minutes. From her peripheral vision, she noticed him take steps forward and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, her heart picking up its pace as she wished he wouldn't approach her. Please, not now...

Much to her surprise, Jimin didn't approach her. She opened her eyes when she heard the door opening. For a split moment, she was about to thank the heavens for taking him away. But just before walking out of the room, Jimin's voice echoed in the silence.

"Call the cleaner and get the mess cleaned. You've got five minutes to make this room shine again," he turned his head, glancing over his shoulder as he finished,

"Assistant."

And he walked away.