《Ms.Thick & Mr.Sexy || 21+ || PJM x READER ||》Chapter 10
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"So, is that all Mr Park? The formalities?"
"Not yet.", I folded my arms on the desk. "Everything regarding the contract is done but there are still some things I have to show you now, like making you familiar with some things, consider it like exploring the building."
"So shall we go?", Y/n motioned her hands towards her door.
"Yeah.", I nodded my head and was to get up however, I felt a sudden pulse of pain in between my legs reminding me that I had a slight situation.
I stopped for a moment before looking at Y/n who was expecting me.
"Miss Y/n, you can be there by the elevators I'll be there in a minute.", I gave her a pained smile which she did not seem to notice.
"Sure, Mr Park.", She nodded and walked out of my chamber.
Reliving a sigh, I leaned my head on the back of my chair and ran my fingers through my hair. My fingers rested in between my locks as I looked down at the problem she had caused me. I groaned, looking at my crotch.
"Y/n....why..?"
(Y/n's POV)
"Why hasn't he come yet?", I had been waiting there for almost ten minutes and he still hadn't shown up.
I was about to lose my patience and go inside his chamber but just then, I heard footsteps and Jimin showed up, with his hands resting in his trouser pockets, walking out from the waiting room.
"Apologies, for I kept you waiting for long.", He smiled apologetically as he got near me, pressing the down-arrow button of the elevator.
"No worries Mr Park.", I gave him a polite smile and turned around just when the elevator doors opened.
Jimin motioned me to go in first and I obliged and he followed me shortly after. He stood inside and pressed the '44 button' and then the 'close doors' button. The elevator descended down slowly.
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"Where are we going?", I brought myself to ask him.
"We're going to the Designers' floor.", He replied looking straight ahead.
I just hummed and nodded my head. After a short while, the elevator doors opened and we walked out. We were met with a wide and long corridor with glass doors on either side.
"This way, please.", He motioned me towards one of the doors. He opened one of the doors and walked inside and I followed behind and as soon as I walked in, my mouth went agape. The room was and was painted in vibrant colours in geometrical patterns, abstract patterns or even smeared patterns, name it and you will find it on the wall. They were in all possible colours even I could not name. The room was andPeople were buzzing around with rolls of fabric or stencils, pushing around mannequins that had measuring tapes hanging on them, scurrying around with hangers with dresses on them. And these were some things I could point out in the room full of action.
There was a sweet chuckle from beside me which reminded me that I was with Jimin and made me turn to him.
"You seem startled.", He smiled.
"Um...the scene in front of me is startling.", I said while eyeing the chaos happening in front of us.
"Well then, welcome to the Designers' floor.", He laughed. "This is where all the ideas of clothing and accessories come alive and I know you must be thinking it's too chaotic for it to be the designing room but believe me, it's in this state throughout the whole year and I can't really help that, my designers want everything to be like this.", He shrugged.
I scrunched my eyebrows. "They want to work chaotically..?"
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"Well, if you put it that way. They say it's the perfect aura for creativity for them and they requested me to make the walls specifically like that."
"Artists and their minds...", I sigh.
Just then someone from the spot of action decides to look elsewhere apart from the work and notices both of us. "Look, Mr Park!", He exclaims and the whole room goes silent for a second contrasting to how noisy it was a second ago before everyone shouts out, "GOOD AFTERNOON MR PARK!", I stared at them in utter disbelief.
Jimin, who looked like he wasn't affected even the slightest by it, threw a big smile at them. "Good afternoon everyone! Now, I want all of you to meet my new secretary, Miss Y/n L/n.", He extended his hand towards me.
"GOOD AFTERNOON MISS Y/N L/N!", They all cried in unison.
"Um...nice to meet you all...?", I said stiffly because if I didn't tell something I would die from awkwardness.
"Okay! You all can get back to work now.", Jimin chimed out and all of them returned to their chaotic way of working, really quickly. He then opened the door for me and we both walked out. As we walked out he spoke suddenly.
"I know you must be thinking something around the lines 'What did I just witness?'. Am I right?"
"Kinda... I guess...", I trailed off already being quite confused.
"They can seem to be quite peculiar, but trust me, I know they are the best minds and talents I've ever laid my fingers on. It's because of them Fétiché is so popular. Plus, it's only my designer department that is so lively and not so "serious" in the work mood. It's like something out of the ordinary to see in a corporate building if you were to put it that way and I'm sure it doesn't hurt to see a change of atmosphere, does it?", He smiled knowingly.
"I guess...or maybe I just need time to adjust.", I nodded slowly and turned to him to give him a polite smile.
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