note : i've been travelling for like two days and i've had very spotty wifi so i couldn't check wattpad much. but i'm back now and here ya goooo. enjoy jimin being a mf rich ass.

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"It's a Saturday," Jimin groaned into his phone which was currently on speaker. His nimble fingers pulled a red tie off his flamboyant tie-rack and worked with ease to make a windsor knot. He pulled out his drawer of watches and sighed, eyeing the twenty different kinds and colours.

"Have you even been listening to what I said before? Mr. Walks wants to hold an urgent meeting with you regarding the electronic manufacturing division of Park Industries. He says he needs an insight on the latest ideas and inventions as he is a business partner."

"It's a Saturday," Jimin said again, furrowing his brows as he picked up his brown Chanel watch and held it against his tie. "Is my presence necessary for this meeting? I think Dahyun's qualified enough to meet with Harrison Walks on my behalf, don't you think so too Seokjin?"

Jimin heard something similar to a distressed sigh from the other end of the phone but he went back to finding a watch that would match his suit and tie.

"Mr. Walks has already informed the media that you will be attending the meeting and there's a mob of photographers and reporters outside the venue right as we speak. It will not make a good impression on your image if you just bail on him, because he could say anything regarding why you refused to turn up and it would blow up on every newspaper and magazine."

"Seokjin," Jimin spoke, voice calm and collected as he closed the drawer containing his watches. "I just realized I don't have a watch that matches my gray suit and red tie."

"Are you serious?" He heard Seokjin scoff from the other end. "After everything I just told you— you know what? Go ahead and do whatever you want but don't call me asking me to handle the mess you are creating at the moment."

Jimin heard beeps as the call ended but he refused to believe he had just been hung up on. He sprayed some Creed cologne onto his neck as a final touch up and picked up his phone hopefully.

"Seokjin?" He was greeted with silence and Jimin rolled his eyes, trying again. "Kim Seokjin?" When he received no answer, Jimin switched off his phone and slipped it into the pocket inside his suit jacket. "He actually hung up on me, I'm offended."

Jimin arrived at the designated venue in his whole grandeur. He had decided to take his red Bugatti Veyron, knowing fully well that the bright colour would draw heads and reporters would be swarming him soon enough. As soon as he stepped out of his car, flashes started going off endlessly, much like he had expected. He pulled out a pair of his favorite sunglasses from his pocket, placing it on the bridge of his nose and shooting a peace sign at the reporters.

"Mr. Park, what is this meeting about?"

"Could you give us a brief idea about the business contract you signed with Mr. Walks?"

"Mr. Park, would you like to speak about your state when you left the International Science Conference taking place in the Ritz-Carlton last night?"

"Sources say you disappeared with a famous neuroscientist for a few minutes, any comments?"

Jimin ignored the questions, his eyes busy in searching for Seokjin. When he couldn't find the man, he started his walk into the lobby of Harrison Enterprises. The reporters cleared his path and made a way for him almost instantly, knowing that even if they slightly mobbed the billionaire their respective organizations would be found paying off a lawsuit for the rest of the year.

"Welcome," Jimin heard a familiar voice speak as a hand wound itself around his shoulders, "welcome to Harrison Enterprises, Mr. Park. How was your journey here? All good?"

Jimin smiled sardonically at the man walking beside him. He didn't like the way Harrison Walks stuck to his side as they walked. So he gingerly ducked, escaping the arm around his shoulders. The man looked slightly offended but he smiled at Jimin regardless.

"I'm a big fan of personal space," he muttered, shooting a grin at Harrison Walks as they stepped into an elevator that would take them to the floor where the meeting would be held. "Don't take it personally, I just really adore having room to breathe."

Walks sighed knowingly as the doors to the elevator closed. "I know," his voice spoke with an intent to taunt, "I've heard that you adore having room to breathe Mr. Park." Jimin narrowed his eyes at the man as he continued. "Except when you're stuck in one with a woman."

"You're right," Jimin smiled again as they stepped out of the elevator. "Do I have to apologize about my sexual preferences? Are you bothered that I swing only one way?"

"Absolutely not," Harrison Walks was now gritting his teeth and Jimin felt his chest soar with pride upon knowing he had managed to rile up the man.

The two took a seat at the long table, and Jimin realized that the whole table was empty except for the two of them. There were reporters on one end of the table, standing with their cameras ready, some on tripods, probably wanting to record the meeting. Jimin frowned, turning to look at Walks.

"Do cameras bother you Mr. Park?" The man spoke, making himself comfortable on his chair. "I thought live broadcasting a meeting between two powerful men would be a good idea. The world would finally know what it means to combine two soaring businesses together."

Live broadcast, Jimin thought to himself, completely understanding what Harrison Walks was trying to achieve through this meeting. Seokjin had been right, the man had been plotting this for a long while, and now Jimin seemed to grasp why Seokjin had sounded so distressed on the phone.

"Shall we get started?" 

"Of course," Jimin answered, leaning his chin on the back of his hands leisurely. "Whenever you're comfortable."

Harrison Walks opened the folder in front of him, shuffling through some papers before he found the one he was looking for and his eyes lit up. He looked at the cameras once for confirmation and cleared his throat. "So, Mr. Park, I've asked to arrange this meeting with you regarding our contract." He moved the folder towards Jimin, pointing to the page he was on. "The contract clearly states that as business partners, all ideas and innovations will be carried out only after the agreement of both the partners. I believe you have yet to confide in me the ideas and innovations for this month, and this month has almost come to its end."

He turned to look at Jimin with a smirk on his face, expecting Jimin to be worried or nervous about the whole ordeal, but he was surprised to find the man gingerly removing his sunglasses and folding them in the most delicate manner.

"You'd want to turn to page five, maybe? I believe the information on there would clear this misunderstanding."

Harrison Walks frantically turned the pages, wondering what he had missed. He had made sure to read all the terms and conditions, every single partnership criteria, before he had decided to call for this meeting. He reached page five and started reading the agreement again, only for Jimin to click his tongue in disappointment.

"It's right in front of you and you still can't see it," he said, pointing to the dates of initiation and ending. "According to the contract we both signed, the partnership has come to a close as of the 20th of August 2019, which is," Jimin paused and flipped through the calendar on the table as if he didn't know the date, "last month."

"But—" Walks stood from his chair, eyes fuming as he looked Jimin over, "I had requested for a partnership of two years, this is just one—"

"A lot of people request me for a lot of things Mr. Walks," Jimin grinned, unfolding his sunglasses and placing them back on his nose, "that doesn't mean I comply to everyone's requests all the time."

"You cheated me!" He heard Harrison Walks yell from behind him as he walked towards the elevator doors. "You led me to believe I was signing a contract of two years!"

"Oh? Careful with your words buddy." Jimin pointed a finger at the folder that lay on the table. "You led yourself to believe that you were signing an agreement of two years, when in all due respect, the dates were clearly mentioned on the document. I don't understand how you can blame me if you are at fault for not having read the dates properly." Jimin would like to say he felt bad witnessing the realization dawn upon Walks, but he would be lying. "I also recall refusing you every single time you tried to convince me to sign an agreement of two years, so I think it was pretty clear I was not interested."

Live broadcast, Jimin snickered to himself as he watched the horror on Harrison Walks's face, the elevator doors shutting in front of him. Live broadcast, oh, what an amazing day.

Jimin stepped out of the elevator and to his surprise, found Seokjin waiting in the lobby. The man stood when he spotted Jimin, his phone still in his hands, brows furrowed as he looked at Jimin with concern. Jimin's eyes shifted to the phone and he realized Seokjin was calling him, or rather, trying to call him.

"Why am I not able to reach you?"

"Uh," Jimin grinned sheepishly, reaching out to take his phone out of his pocket and switch it back on. Seokjin narrowed his eyes, glare intensifying to the point that it promised Jimin an imminent death.

"You switched off your phone," Seokjin laughed without any hints of humor, his face turning redder by the second. "You switched off your phone when there was a situation so tense and I was trying to reach you all this while and I called you around fifteen times and each time I get a message saying you are not reachable—"

"Calm down," Jimin put his hand on the man's shoulder, pressing it reassuringly, "everything was okay, the meeting went more than fine. Don't stress."

Seokjin visibly calmed, the nerves on his forehead easing away and disappearing into his skin, but he still looked pissed. He shrugged Jimin's hand off his shoulder, looking at his shoes for a while before he raised his head and locked eyes with the billionaire.

"Next time you don't switch off your phone, understood? I was worried out of my life. Don't pull stupid stunts like this again." Jimin smiled, nodding along to what the man said. Seokjin stared at Jimin, taking in his smug smile and wistful appearance, and he knew the billionaire had managed with the meeting completely fine on his own.

"What watch did you finally wear?"

The question immediately drew a wide grin onto Jimin's face and he took Seokjin's arm, dragging him outside where flashes seemed to go off the instant they stepped out of the lobby. The reporters started firing their questions, each word reflecting right off of Jimin's ears as he ignored them. Seokjin let himself get dragged, flinching whenever a reporter would get too close to scream questions into his ear.

"I don't understand how you deal with this all the time," he said to Jimin, somewhat respecting the man for bearing the countless flashes and questions that were thrown his way.

"Dare I say I'm used to it," Jimin shrugged as they reached his car, the bright red of the Bugatti blinding even Seokjin momentarily.

"You had to bring the flashiest car you own," Seokjin rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. Jimin fell deaf to his words.

"About the watch, I didn't wear one," Jimin said, getting into his car. Seokjin slid into the passenger seat and shook his head, smiling to himself, knowing exactly where they would be heading in a matter of time. "So let's go buy one that matches this goddamn tie."

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