Road to D E S T I N Y

You weren’t sure what to think about the situation you were in. It was 7 am and you were at your boss’ penthouse, in his private bedroom, in front of his closet. He called you early in the morning – and it was actually quite a shock for you because you hated how your voice sounded like at 6 am and the last person you needed to hear it was the man giving you a job – and he ordered you to come to his house because he needed your assistance. Urgently. You assumed it was the usual kind of assistance – that thing, whatever it was, has been going on for about three months now – but he still managed to surprise you once you arrived at his place.

“I feel very tired this morning” he said while escorting you to his room.

You felt something at the pit of your stomach – something akin to excitement maybe? – while walking towards said room.

You couldn’t help but be surprised at the large bedroom he owned. You course you weren’t expecting something cheap but wow. For a moment you wondered if his bedroom was as large as your parents’ whole house. His closets were pretty big and they had mirrors in their doors. You thought it was pretty weird to have a lot of mirrors in your bedroom, but maybe your boss liked to see himself sleeping? Well, you certainly were grateful he never brought you to his room when the two of you were engaged in those stress-relieving sessions of yours. It would have felt really awkward to have your boss take you in front of all these mirrors.

You followed him with your eyes as he opened one of the closet in front of his bed.

“I need you to choose a tie for me this morning. I didn’t get a lot of sleep yesterday, so it’s annoying to do it myself. These are all the ties I have; please take your time and choose wisely” he said, leaving you in front of said closet and sitting on the edge of his bed right behind you.

What. The. Hell. You honestly didn’t know what to think of that. He wanted you to choose a tie for him? Really? And who the hell has an entire closet just for ties?

Maybe this was some kind of kink he had. Making you choose his tie and then proceeding to fuck you in front of the mirrors. It’s not like you were in the position to judge him since you only decided to enter this particular relationship – if you could call a relationship what was going on between the two of you –  because you had some kind of office sex kink yourself. It actually would have been better if the other party wasn’t the heir of the company you worked at, but he didn’t seem to treat you any differently after your first time together. You were sure it was because he didn’t want to be like his father in that aspect. The first time the two of you decided to initiate those activities he flat out declared that doing this was the most efficient method to relieve stress – who or what gave him that idea was a mystery – and that he needed your cooperation for this method because he thought that you would have been able to understand this kind of situation. In fact, he wasn’t surprised when you honestly agreed with him.

You didn’t have any kind of romantic feelings for him. You had respect for him, that’s for sure, you could even call the feeling you had for him friendship, since you shared similar beliefs in a number of topics. You did download the mysterious smartphone app that led to your fateful meeting with the RFA members – and thus, Jumin – because you wanted to chat with pretty guys, but you never wanted a serious relationship. Ever since your previous boss fired you for a minor mistake because he needed one of his damned gold-diggers of his to have your position, your life wasn’t going that well. That’s why you’ve been looking for casual relationships: you honestly thought that you couldn’t and wouldn’t have the time to focus on a proper relationship while looking for a job where you could really express your true abilities and skills. Maybe, that was also what drove you to challenge and destroy those women’s – Glam Choi and her student – plan. You felt as if you were living your dismissal all over again and hell would have frozen over if you let that happen again.

A tired sigh escaped from your boss’ lips and you were brought back to reality, so you began to look at his ties, brushing your hands over their materials. His eyes followed your every move and he looked interested in your focused eyes glancing back and forth the current tie you were holding in your hands and the shirt he was wearing that day.

When you decided which tie was the best one for him, you turned around and handed it to him, only to receive a puzzled look from his part.

“Hm, I like your choice, as always. Sit in front of me and knot it for me, would you?”

God, this kink of his was getting worse and worse. He parted his legs slightly and you positioned yourself in front of him, looking at him. He helped you get on your knees and you began to knot the tie. A bit distracted by the cologne he was wearing, you felt again something in your stomach every time his hands brushed against yours while he was adjusting his shirt under the knot you were making.

After you were done, he moved your head a bit to his right side in order to check himself in one of the mirrors. You let him do that but still managed to keep your hand at his chest.

“You’ve done a perfect job, as always” he sighed while looking straight at you again, “you’re so good at this, it almost looks like you’ve done it multiple times before…”

He then paused for a bit, unsure if his next words were appropriate to such a situation.

“…to others.”

You tilted your head to your side, taken aback at the sudden display of… jealousy? Was it jealousy?

“If you want to work in a big company, you have to learn also things they don’t teach you at college. Like how to dress properly for a successful business woman and how to knot a tie for yourself.”

“Hm, I see. You do have taste in what you wear and you do seem to know how to work for someon— “

“But wait, was that jealousy? Is Mr. Director Han really showing jealousy in front of one of his employees?”

He gave you a not-so-pleased look.

“I told you not to call me Mr. Han when we’re alone, did you forget that? It’s not like you to forget what your boss said. And why would I be jealous? This is the best work you could ever dream to obtain. You told me so yourself, didn’t you?”

“Yes, you’re right as always, Jumin. I just thought that a childish feeling like jealousy didn’t suit a cool corporate executive such as yourself.”

“I see… are you comfortable in that position? I’m sure your knees must ache since we’ve been like this for a while. You’re finished with the tie, so there’s no need to maintain the position. I guess you want to do something else?”

Now that he was pointing that out, your legs and knees did start to ache, but you were so focused on your boss that you didn’t notice until now.

Well, two can play that game.

“I guess you want me to do something else? If that’s the case— “

He didn’t even let you finish your sentence as he leaned in and kissed you quickly on your lips. You then actually responded quite eagerly to his kiss and were ready to start a full make out session but, after another two or three kisses – which the both of you thoroughly enjoyed to the fullest – he pulled you back gently and stood up from his bed.

“We’ll be late for work. You have an important meeting. I expect that the sales department manager will turn the tables so that the outcome of today’s meeting brings new opportunities for C&R, so be prepared.”

You frowned at his words. “You called me at your place this early in order just to make me choose your tie? You could have just hired someone to choose it for you.”

You desperately tried not to sound frustrated but your voice wasn’t helping you.

“I feel more comfortable if the one choosing the tie is you. Plus, I like the perfume you usually wear, that must be why when you stand so close to me I feel calm and relaxed.”

“I thought you called me because you needed something else.”

His lips then curved to form a smirk.

“Perhaps, it was you who needed something else from me this morning?”

A/N:  Thank you for reading my story. God, Jumin doesn’t really know how to let it go, man. I’m sure that, if MC didn’t provoke him, he would have actually had his way with her in his bedroom but no, he had to be competitive over something like this too. Get a grip dude. Feedback is always appreciated and I hope to come back with a new chapter soon!