A/N:this might get a little bit off and weird at the same time...If you feel uncomfortable reading this then don't read and if your curios then... enjoy
THIRD PERSON'S POV
It was just like any other day Jimin had to deal with those crappy photographers they call themselves who are already sent by his uncle. Jimin is one of the many models admired in Korea his beauty is ethereal that any gender would just fall in love with him his beauty was just on another level and who doesn't even know that even though he were locked in a dark room his beauty will glow up,and also his enthusiasm in taking up the modelling career it was a total success but who knew maybe there was a little bit more to the story.
Mr.Lee as that's his business name all over Korea he's the best friend to Jimin's deceased dad, he's one of the top and running a very big business but of-course there is one competitor he wasn't able to surpass him yet but not he gave up. The Lee Park Enterprise is the second biggest company known all over Korea but being the second doesn't settle well with him.
Outside the studio could be heard voices who mumbled 'hello sir' to a certain someone, "Good day sir" The man in his 40s wore a black expensive suit with gold rings in his fingers and black curls was followed by two giant bodyguards beside him as he made his way to a certain room.
He ignored whoever greet him it's not like he cares he came for only one person, the people who were lucky to see him in person gasp in shock, a big business man like him had time for someone? and who is that lucky person. He walked through the halls like some sort of mafia emitting dangerous phenomenals with a cold expression on his handsome face.
"Take your filthy hands off him" he coldly says to the photographer who dared to touch his precious thing. This sight boiled his blood who could burn anyone who came in contact with it.
"u..uncle" Jimin stuttered as he pushed his hands off him "come here" his uncle ordered, Jimin almost ran and stood beside him keeping his head low as he fidgets with his hands anyone could tell he was trembling to death. Mr.Lee takes out a Cigar and his bodyguard lights it up. 'He always does that when he's angry' Jimin's thoughts reminded him which sent a shiver down his spine.
"Oh Mr.Lee it's a honor to meet you in person" Felix chuckles, no one would dare even keep eye contact with this mafia like man everyone shuddered at the thought it's self. Jimin peeks a little to look at his so called uncle who calmly inhaled the toxic huffing intoxicating the fresh air if you can put it in that way.
He was calm for almost a minute not uttering a word and this made Jimin tremble even more all he knows is this was bad. Suddenly Jimin coughed as he held his nostrils not to inhale the toxic, he kept his head down so his uncle wouldn't know what he was doing it would look like he was covering his mouth. Mr.Lee turned to him and held his shoulder making Jimin gulp at times like this he would........
"oh dear, I almost forgot" he took the cigar and held it down "Mark take Jimin to the car I will be back in a few" he ordered "Yes sir....."he bow, Jimin didn't dare utter a single word and followed Mark to the car as the remaining bodyguard slammed the door shut.
JIMIN'S POV
The slam of the door almost gave me a heart attack, I don't know why but I have a bad feeling about this, I know uncle pretty well this can't end good, with wobbly legs I try to walk to the car as my hands tremble and the sweat had to just come in right now. I avoid everyone's gaze as I make it to the car, his bodyguard opens the door and I sit without uttering a word "m..my stuff?" I decide to ask "Don't worry Mr.Jimin it's here Mr.Lee sent me to bring them" I hear the make up artist from earlier as she hands me my stuff but curiosity got the better of me "c..can I ask....w..what is happening inside?"
there was a silence before she finally spoke "I'm actually not sure what is really happening but if I'm not mistaken I think I heard a scream or something like that I really tried to peek in but they wouldn't let me sorry that's all I know she apologize and I nod its "ok thanks she walks away as my heart begins to pound rapidly I could feel it beat from out I had felt like it will jump out of my body anytime I even have a headache because of the stress levels 'this won't be good..... this won't be good....this won't be good.....' my mind continues to chant, it wasn't even helping a bit just can't stop thinking about it and the harsh reality moment came when I saw Uncle making his way to the car.
His bodyguard opens the door and he hops in sitting beside me but a small distance between us I don't dare look up at him or say a word he might cut my tongue, from the corner of my eye I could see him rubbing his nape I know he's in a shity mood and that can't be good he does that to try to calm himself.
The ride was silent till we reached to the big mansion he didn't let his bodyguards open he did it himself, he didn't even spare a glance at me and I know this will not end good following him behind like a puppy I finally mustered the courage to say something.
"u...uncle?" why was I stuttering, I don't know how normal people talk, it's obvious I was very scared "I'm s....sorry about what h...happened earlier" from the dark room he came into view as he sat on his king size chair as he inhaled the cigar in his fingers.
I remained on my spot as I waited for his next action I'm sure he was going to punish me.
"Strip......" he coldly says inhaling the thin stick toxic in his hand as the other hand held a whip. I'm not sure where he got it.
with trembling hands I fidget with my already unbuttoned shirt and let it slide off my shoulders I feel so naked under his gaze he never blinked even once "you're testing my patience" he almost bark I flinched to the voice and tried to open my pants I first fidgeted with the zip because I wasn't concentrating and after seconds of struggling I let fall off my waist as now I'm already naked only in the boxers.
He walked closer to me burning me with his cold eyes "I thought I told you to take off everything wasn't i clear enough" his voice was filled with anger and irritation "ahh" I yelp in pain when he whip my back " i'm....I'm sorry master I will take it off" and down the last piece of clothing was off my body which full on display. He trailed his eyes all over me as I tried to cover myself.....
"how dare he touch what's mine" he growled "before anything else I want to remove the image of his filthy hands" my mind was blank before I knew it I was in the tub, he opened the shower releasing very cold water, I dare not complain. "now wash up as I watch" he continues to in hail his cigar as I do what he told me.
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"See what happened to my baby boy after that bastard did, here ...I will warm you up" the older man said getting into the blankets wrapping his hands around the trembling body in the middle of the night......