As per my boss, it was the last part of our 'tour'. We were back on the floor Jimin and I started from, the sixty-seventh floor.

He walked me through the waiting room making a question arise in my head. "Why are we going back to your chamber, Mr Park?"

He chuckled. "No, not my chamber Miss Y/n."

"Then why are we actually here?"

"You'll see.", He answered, pushing the glass door of the corridor leading to his chamber supposedly. We walked through the seemingly long corridor and stopped at a short distance from the door leading to his office. I was about to ask him why but he took a sharp turn left turn into another corridor I had given a cold shoulder to when I passed through this place.

I didn't know there was another corridor here in the first place.

With a confused expression, I followed him into the corridor. He stopped in front of another translucent glass door and held its handle, pushing it forward.

"After you, Miss Y/n.", He held the door for me and smiled at me. I returned the smile and walked inside while fixing my bag's strap on my shoulder, looking down at my bag, making sure everything was safe and secure. But as I brought my head up to look where we were, my jaw dropped...again.

"Your chamber.", His mild voice let out from behind me as I inspected the room in amazement. The whole room was opulent by itself. Posh desk with posh things on it like the table lamp. A classy chair for me and the folks who meet me to sit on. A cutting-edge and fancy chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A mirror in behind from the place I would sit in along with some shiny tiles. Next to them, a rack of shelves with a couple of books and plenty of files in them. To the right of my desk, tall French windows slightly covered, with glittery sheer beige curtains from where sunlight shines, also leading to a balcony at a great height. Room grounded with marble and topped with small yellow lighting fixtures with inside the ceiling. The room was fucking rich.

"Holy...are you saying I am going to be working here...", I whispered to myself, not expecting Jimin to hear it.

"Yes, you will be working here Miss Y/n...", He whispered from behind me in my ear, his warm breath hitting my neck that made my breath hitch.

I nodded timidly.

Why was he telling this to me in my ear?! Was it supposed to be like I whisper and he whispers back? Yup, that has to be it.

To confirm my thought, I tilted my head to the left to look behind me to see the man in the corner of my eye with a joking smile.

Yup, he's just playing. God, he almost gave me a heart attack. He's so unpredictable.

"The room is all yours, go ahead, explore it." He said, waving his hands telling me to go.

I walked a few steps, standing between the mirror and the French windows before turning back to look at him. "I will...if only you be my tour guide...again.", I gave him a playful grin 'cuz tit for tat baby'.

He looked at me for a second before pushing his hands into his slacks' pockets and breaking into a peal of very charming laughter. His head hung slightly low as he looked sideways with his eyes closed momentarily. He had laughed a couple of times in the past few hours but my 'give a cold shoulder' stupid self was too ignorant to be aware of its beauty.

The sight was too perfect for me to look away from. His laughter could cure one's disease, end unhappiness, end pain, end someone's endless winter or if it was possible, end world starvation too, he could end anything. I could stare at Jimin laughing like that forever and not get tired, rather it would wash away any of my exhaustion, evaporate my worries, dissolve my unhappiness and dispel my insecurities. That was the capability of his laughter. Ever so out of the world.

And without my knowledge, my lips had pulled themselves into a genuine wholehearted smile with my head tilted slightly. I crossed my arms and chuckled to myself.

What are you doing to me, Jimin?

I thought as I stared at him, being answerless to myself. But as his laughter gradually died down he looked at me, still having a wide grin dancing on his lips. "Well, if you insist.", He walked towards me, hands still in his pockets. "So, you have a huge space so use it well. Then you have numerous shelves so I expect you to have all the documents I had and the ones that are going to be made in the future and I mean, all the documents...in order.", He told me in a very work-like manner, more of boss-like manner, authoritative. And the only thought that came to my mind,

Seconds ago he was laughing and now he is so serious and authoritative which left me no option but to nod intuitively like an obedient lad because his expression complimented with his voice was so domineering that it said that something would happen that wasn't supposed to happen in the first place if I gave an answer apart from 'yes'.

"Good.", He said, almost sounding unbothered before walking towards my desk. "Your desk, must be neat and tidy .", He stressed in the last part of the sentence. "And this is not something I'm saying for the sake of saying nor is it something you are going to comply to without even meaning it, it's because you have to keep your desk clean, it's a rule, you have no other alternative and before you start asking me why, that's because; one- I don't tolerate indiscipline, two- I'm very particular about how my employees' work, three- work gets done easier so that you can report to me sooner.", He finished, as he was numbering each of his reasons by pulling up a finger. "And...if I see your desk being messy or the files being unordered and the documents being miswritten, you'll have a punishment."

"A p-punishment?", I was frightened to the bones. His voice and expression making it only worse. "W-what kind of p-punishment Mr Park?"

He chuckled intimidatingly, giving me a supposedly...predator-eyed look? Maybe I was overthinking. Not sure.

Why is he doing that...?

"Punishments. It won't be just one and the same all the time and the punishment is something I wouldn't tell you beforehand because it wouldn't be called a punishment then, right? But if you are that curious to know what the punishment is...", He walked closer, standing right in front of me, towering me by a couple of inches making me look up.

"Then why not break the rules and you know what could be the possible punishment coming at you that would make you think twice before messing your desk up again or mixing up the files? Because I'm sure it will leave its mark inside your mind. So, do you have the nerve to do so Miss Y/n?"

I...didn't know how to react. He got me so intimidated that his intimidating-ness had started to...turn me on. As much I didn't want to admit it...nor accept it, it was happening.

I fricking didn't expect you to get turned on by someone being domineeringly intimidating. I expected better from you, Y/n. This is straight-up, not acceptable.

Yet nowhere in my right mind would I want to break his absurd rule because the idea of punishment itself terrified me but somewhere in the back of my head where my crazy...freaky mind resides was dying of curiosity to know what the punishment would be which leaned me towards agreeing to break the rule. But not really knowing what to reply to his question, I just did what my sane side told me to do. Shake my head as a 'no', the only thing that was plausible in this situation.

He gave me an undecipherable look before stepping back. "Well, I'm sure you would want to avoid it at all costs and I get that.", He nodded his head before looking back at me and motioning his head towards the French windows with a slight smile as if he wasn't being scary moments ago.

YO, THAT WAS FAST.

"Shall we?"

Being super shocked and baffled, I nodded my head almost mechanically as he swept his studded shoes across the marble floor towards the balcony.

Sliding the door, I walked out first, shortly before he followed me into the balcony. I leaned my elbows against the railings, feeling kind of awkward from the 'punishment' stuff and what happened seconds ago, not to forget I was still turned on before my eyes instantly caught the sun situated between the gap of two tall buildings making me realise what time it was.

"It's already the evening...", I murmured to myself, the fact that I came to the office at three in the afternoon not realising that three hours had already passed by in a blink of an eye.

"Beautiful...", I heard Jimin say before I turned my head to look at him only to find him looking back at me already.

Feeling slightly flustered having witnessed that, I turned away looking back at the sun and I brought myself to ask. "What Mr Park?", I played oblivious even though knew what he had just said.

"I mean, isn't it beautiful?", He corrected himself pointing at the sun before leaning on the railings himself, standing next to me.

"Ah...it sure is.", I replied mindlessly as my thoughts were elsewhere. I couldn't really help wonder was the 'beautiful' meant for the sun or...me? No, maybe I was getting a little too confident. I brought my gaze back to Jimin who looked happy as if he was satisfied with something, the satisfied smile on his face giving it away.

"Do you have something to say, Mr Park?", A small smile formed on my lips too.

"Am I that obvious?", He turned his head, looking back at me. To his question, the only thing I could do was chuckle as an answer and look away.

"I'm going to take that as a 'yes' and right, I do have something to say."

"What is that?"

"The new perspective I got to see...the one you opened to me on the Lingerie Floor.", He finished, making me leave a heavy sigh.

"Oh, please Mr Park. You're still not over it?"

"It's not something to be over of.", He argued back. "It will mean a lot to me from now on, it's not just about making clothes from now on, it's going to be a lot more and I am truly thankful to you for giving me that perspective.", His words made me roll my eyes in exasperation.

"Mr Park, stop, you're exaggerating it.", I covered my face, embarrassed, leaning over the railing. He was getting a particular part inside me, the thing I'm afraid might be brought up in this conversation, I was sensing it, the last thing I want to talk about.

Stop talking about it Jimin, It might lead to something that shouldn't have been led to.

"No, I am not!", He exclaimed, arguing back with some more points, making him have all my attention. I countered his statements with my own statements to distract him from the topic of the conversation before I failed and finally lost our argument. After I lost the argument, he went ahead and explained to me how wrong my statement of 'You are exaggerating this' was before going full-on philosophical about it.

At least, he got distracted.

At that rate, his words were just going right above my head and his voice became a cacophony to me. That happening due to me being disinterested in the conversation. I wanted to shift my thoughts and I did without realising that the disinterest took a new interest.

His features...the way he averted his gaze from one thing to another, the way that his lips moved as he spoke, pursing them once in a while, that was my new interest. Currently, my interest was nowhere near what he was speaking because I was ignoring it already. But what I was surely interested in was taking in the way he seemed under the sunlight. The way the sun rays fell on his face ever so conveniently like as if the sun himself was not able to resist his charms, and gave his face a bright touch of orange-yellow tint that made his eyes shine, his features shine, him shine. But the best part was when he smiled, as always his lips stretched beautifully and his eyes became small crescent with the sun rays falling on them making his eyes sparkle...literally. Too beautiful and ethereal to look away from. I certainly was distracted. But somehow, while I was ignoring his words all along, a certain sentence suddenly brought me back to reality.

"Do you get it now Miss Y/n? How I was not exaggerating?", Jimin asked me, who was clueless about me ignoring what he was speaking but I guess I knew what he meant so I had to play along that I was listening to him rather than staring at him...literally.

"Yes, Mr Park. I understood what you meant and how wrong I was.", I dramatized that but controlled it too to make it seem believable.

He let out a happy smile. "Glad you did but the sad part is, that ends our 'office tour'. Hope it was fun. Did you like it?"

"Yes, Mr Park, all because of you, you're a great tour guide.", I laughed out loud.

"The pleasure is all mine.", He gave a small bow. "So, are you looking forward to work here?"

"Definitely! I can't wait!", I beamed excitedly.

"Well, it makes me happy.", He gave me a content nod. "Then see you soon, Miss Y/n."

"You too Mr Park.", I smiled at him and was about to walk out but he stopped me.

"Miss Y/n, before you go I would like to ask you something."

I turned back to look at him. "What is it, Mr Park?", The thought I was dreading was completely off my mind.

"I was wondering...if the instances you told me about on the Lingerie Floor...was it from your own experience?

The question he threw at me sunk into me like knives, pushing back to reality. All the bright sunbeams turned to dark blue paint running down everywhere to my eyes. Because whatever I was dreading that he'd ask was what he asked and it...was true. How did he even figure that out? I distracted him at my level best!

I didn't know what to answer him. I could tell by his face that he was expecting an answer. But...I didn't want to answer him. Showing a stranger who I met the second time my weak side? I wouldn't stoop low. I'm not fucking desperate.

I braced myself before looking at the man in the eyes to answer him. "No Mr Park It's not from my experience, I just made that instance up to tell you how you were doing a good deed, that's it.", I gave him a kind smile, a smile way too believable but hid agonising pain behind it. I was one hell of an actor when it came to that.

He looked at me as if trying to verify if I was telling the truth. But when his gaze got less scrutinizing I relaxed inwardly. "Alright, Miss Y/n. That's all I wanted to ask. Sorry if it bothered you."

"It's okay, everyone has questions, don't be sorry about it. Anyway, I'll be leaving now Mr Park."

He nodded and waved his hands to tell me that I could go before I walked out of the Windows and finally out of the office with a heavy heart.