For starters, he is the CEO of the Park Group of Companies. The owns the widely known Clothing Brand called Fétiche. Isn't the name so sexy? Even though the just the French meaning of fetish. But isn't anything said or written in French so sexy?

Okay, shush, let's not get into the sexiness of French. Fétiche is a designer brand but it's very very successful worldwide, bought by anyone who has a weakness for great clothing and accessories. If you thought it makes clothing only for women, then you've got it wrong. It's not limited to women, it's got clothing for men and kids.

But at this point, if you think that's all it makes then, I pity you, hun.

Fétiche also sells lingerie, very sexy lingerie in fact, which is too good to be left. I'm weak for great clothes from before, but fuck, I'm even weaker for Fétiche lingerie. I'm sure I have all the special editions they released from the very beginning. It's kinda like my guilty pleasure.

But that aside, he started only three years ago, but Fétiche was already like one of those well-known brands, like Prada, in a year just after they started.

But did I mention, all this is was built and now handled by a twenty-five-year-old? None other than Park Jimin.

And being his secretary is like handling the main man's do's and don'ts, it's not like he can't do his stuff on his own but he does need someone to supervise him and it's pretty important. It's like if you slip, he slips.

If you put it that way then the question is, why would I apply for such a stressful job? One- I need money to live and the pay, OH HELL. Two- The stress? The responsibilities? The punctuality? Bring it on! Because I worked my ass off in my secretary training, be it typing, or etiquette, even though I'm pretty well-mannered, I nailed it.

But that doesn't mean I'm a superhuman or something. I can handle stress to a certain limit, but if the workload is too much then I'm sure I'd be pretty stressed.

The responsibilities, I'd say that one depends. I'm careful when it comes to certain things and careless to some. When it's something outlining my work, I'm keen on everything I do. But I'm not as keen when it comes to other stuff, which is just my casual behaviour.

And about me being punctual, that one depends too. It depends if I'm fashionably late or actually late or an early bird. Only if it's regarding something important like in this case, work, I make my work on the dot.

Three- because it's Fétiche! And the.....lingerie....but, but that doesn't mean I would get distracted! I'm very focused you know! Or maybe not....or you know what never mind.

And four- last but not the least, because it's Park Jimin. The most eligible bachelor. The one who's is the reason for making women or men, I don't judge, weak on their knees for him. The one who can kill someone with just a darn smile, be it charming or adorable, he just has our hearts with that.

But he also has different effects on me like when he is his all suitsy, sitting at a press conference with that expression on his face like he is half-serious, listening and concentrating, kind of lost in thought types of thing but if I were to tell it in a phrase, it would be . That expression leaves tingles in my spine.

Or like for some of the photos in which he's modelling himself, bearing a cute and innocent smile that makes me burst out squealing about how cute he is.

Or in some photos where he bears a face ever so angelic but also drop-dead devilish at the same time that literally screams angel in the streets, monster on the sheets, which has me rubbing my thighs in desperation.

And I'm a hundred per cent not even going to deny that. Call me shameless, I don't give a fuck. But it is what it is.

With that being said, I look at my watch, it had been approximately twenty-five minutes since Becca had gone in. There's still ample time to wild away but I was bored already and on top of that, my turn would be in the very enndd. Covering my mouth, I yawned silently because I didn't want to break the awkward yet peaceful silence. I pulled out my phone and earphones from my bag, leaning back against the armchair, I started scrolling through my social media feed.

(20 minutes later)

The seemingly long silence was broken by an uneven pace of clacking of heels. The sound came to a halt and then there was a swoosh of the glass door. I was surprised that I could hear it through my earphones, it must have been pretty loud then. Tearing my gaze away from my phone, I looked up toward the door and saw Becca standing there, clutching the wall in one hand and the door handle in the other. Her face was beet red and sweaty. Looking at her state at the first glance, made it seem questionable but I chose to not believe whatever thought invaded my mind.

"What's the matter?", One of the girls asked, seeing her in a state like that.

"Ladies..", Becca began." I want you to be certain you want to go in there because that guy.......is capable of making you forget how to breathe..... literally. Or do anything else with a straight mind. Your gonna forget the words you were about to speak after seeing his face. I'm sure.", She blabbered like crazy before cutting her words sharply and walking out of the waiting area.

My eyes stayed at the door even though Becca was no longer standing there but the person who was supposed to go in next went in. I blinked a couple of time trying to comprehend whatever she said before turning back to the other girls and seeing them have the same expression as I did.

"Umm what was that?", I questioned.

"I definitely do not have an answer to that...", One of the girls let out unsurely.

I just shrugged my shoulders and got back to what I was doing.