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Possessive Jimin, obsessive Jimin...Um degrading I guess? Disturbing themes, maid y/n, ceo jimin, manipulation, kidnapping. Etc.
Slightly long chapter ahead.
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REQUESTED BY:KIMPOSSIBLE0123
If I can't have you, no one can...
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There was something odd about Park Jimin. Aka my boss. Aka the richest ceo in Seoul.
I worked as his made and something like a caretaker. Since the man himself was more of a mess than his million dollar penthouse was.
He was nice and I didn't like that. There was nothing wrong with having respect for a person but he was a different type of nice to me.
I didn't miss the ways he would watch me clean the house. Whenever I would bend down his eyes would follow. When he was supposed to be at work he would stay a few minutes longer just to watch me.
Of course at first I didn't notice these things. I didn't think much of it. After all, he meant no harm.
As a black girl living in South Korea is was common for them to stare at you. But Jimin was a man who had travelled pretty much his entire life. Seen people of all races and cultures meaning that he didn't really mind my skin color.
So that was not an excuse.
I had been working with him for a mere six months which was more than enough time to notice things about Park Jimin.
For one, he was very hard working.
He was serious about his job and rightfully so. He was the owner and ceo of the biggest publishing company in Seoul and he made a damn good amount of money.
There were many times where I heard him cursing out someone on the phone or firing employees. And that was the first thing that made him so intimidating to me.
The second thing was that he slept with a lot of women.
I didn't live with him but some nights when it was too late for me to go home he would insist that I stay the night with him. During those nights, sometimes he would have women.
Hearing them fuck doors down from me, his low grunts and their high pitched moans either made me extremely pissed off, disturbed or horny. I rarely ever got off to the sounds of him sleeping with another women, but that didn't mean I had never done it before.
The third thing would have to be how he reacted to me speaking with others whenever he was around. His mood would drop, especially when there was a man involved.
I didn't want to think that he had romantic feelings towards me but there was always the possibility. What other reasoning would he have to get so pissed off whenever I greeted his male guest or smiled too hard at the women who passed by his home?
It was silly. Especially since I didn't have romantic feelings towards anyone except Hoseok - a fellow colleague of Jimin.
They were close, although I'm sure If Jimin were to find out about us he would probably get pissed at that to.
We were currently both in the quiet penthouse.
I was finishing up my cleaning for the night and Jimin was sitting on the couch typing away at his laptop.
While I was busy putting up the cleaning supplies, my phone rang. Knowing that I was done doing my job I answered the phone.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Hey, baby."
I smiled at the tone of Hoseok's voice. Two months. It had been two months since we had been seeing each other and honestly I was happy with him.
It was strange knowing that I worked for his work partner, but there was nothing I could change about that. Me and hoseok hadn't wanted to let people know about our relationship in fear of ruining his reputation.
Press would get into our business and we didn't need that. Not even Jimin knew.
"Hey babe." I said in a quiet whisper, gently closing the cabinet.
"Are you done working? You still need me to come by tonight?" He said, I sighed.
"Actually, yeah. I do. I missed you." I say into the phone, looking around the corner and noticing that the sound of Jimin's typing had dimmed down to none.
My heart beat sped up in my chest. "I'll call you back later." I said in a rush, hanging up the phone and stuffing it back in my pocket.
The sound of Jimin's footsteps could be heard as he approached the kitchen. He folded his hands across his chest and stood against the wall, his eyes scanning me as I stood in the center of the room awkwardly.
"Hey-" I start off, only to be cut off.
"Who were you on the phone with?" He asked stiffly. I open my mouth to speak but no words come out.
"Hmm?" He said teasingly. I bite at my bottom lip, nervousness filling me.
"N-nobody...just a friend." I lie. Jimin nodded, humming to himself.
"You call all your friends baby now or what?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow. I shake my head.
"It was a close friend." I lie again.
I wasn't sure why I was so scared. Yes I knew how intimidating Jimin could be but that was still no reason to lie, knowing that he would never hurt me. We weren't together anyways for him to be getting angry.
"That's still not a good reason." Jimin said, pushing away from the wall and slowly walking towards me. I sigh.
"Mr.Park-" he silenced me by wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling my body so that my face chin was against his chest.
"Who. The hell. Were. You talking to?" He asked, voice going deeper and eyes going into slits. My breath gets caught in my throat, the smell of his cologne being the only thing I can focus on as he tightens his grip on my waist.
"Nobody I-"
"Y/n."
He silenced me with a thick satori that sent shivers down my spine, letting me know that he was serious about this entire thing.
"When you lie to me, it only makes me angry. It makes you seem untrustworthy. Why do you lie to me?" He mumbled, eyes falling down my lips as he twirls at my hair. I only gulp.
How was I to get myself out of this situation? I needed to, otherwise I would melt in the arms of my boss who seemed to be having a possessive episode. I should just tell him the truth.
"Hoseok." I mumbled with shame. The man stopped twirling at my hair.
"What did you say?" He asked.
"I said, I was on the p-phone with Hoseok." I confessed one again.
Mr.Park dropped his arms from my waist and stepped back, jaw in a sharp line as he stared at me blankly. I looked up to meet his dark eyes, realizing just how much my confession affected him. The only thing I didn't understand was why? Why did he care so much?
"Mr.Park.."
"Are you done for tonight?" He asked. I nodded, tucking my bottom lip in between my teeth.
"Yes, sir." I mumbled.
Jimin walked past me, I'm assuming to go towards his liquor cabinet. He had a bad habit of drinking whenever he was stressed or angry, it wasn't hard to guess why he was drinking this time.
"You may leave. Thank you for your services." He said with finality.
I nodded, sighing to myself. I walked the distance to the elevator of his penthouse and got inside. It took me to the lobby where I pulled out my phone to text Hoseok. I needed a ride and I didn't want to ride in an Uber.
Usually, Jimin would either have my stay over night or get his driver to take me home for safety reasons. But he seemed pissed so I didn't bother.
When hoseok pulled up, I got inside of his car. He must've noticed how distressed I was.
"What's wrong, baby?" He asked me, turning his head to look at me as he slowly pulled off. I felt tears sting in my eyes.
"I told him." I mumbled. Hoseok furrowed his brows.
"Told who? Baby, what's going on?" He stopped just as he started to drive, his hand flying to caress my thigh as he looked at me with concern.
"I told j-Jimin...we were dating." I say, wiping at my tears. Hoseok didn't seem upset at all.
"It's okay..." he said. I shook my head.
"No, it's not." I sniffled. Hoseok shook his head, pulling me in as much as he could since we were in the car.
"Baby, yes. It's okay. I promise I'm still gonna want you the same. We just have to be more careful." He said, pecking at her forehead.
"Okay..." she said with a frustrated sigh. Hoseok sighed as well, he seemed tired.
"Let's get you home." He mumbled.
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It had been days. Every time I tried to go into work, Jimin either wasn't there or he denied my services claiming that he didn't need his house cleaned.
Which, I did need the extra resting time. But I didn't want my boss to be mad at me and end up firing me all because of who I chose to date.
In the meantime, me and hoseok had been spending a lot of time together. We went on dates, picnics and just laid up talking with one another.
He always made time for me despite his busy schedule and that's what I loved.
I twirled the pendant in my hand. He had gotten me a necklace , a golden heart in the middle of it. I loved it, our initials were sketched into the center of it.
I stood in front of the door to Jimin's penthouse. I didn't want to go inside but today I guess he must've had a change in mind.
He wanted me to come back in for work and since i wanted to make money, I decided to come back.
I sighed to myself and walked inside of the spacious penthouse. I didn't see Jimin but I would hear him talking on the phone. My eyes scanned the room until they landed on his figure that was standing next to the window, talking on the phone.
I hold my breath as I wait for him to finish up his call. When he finished, he tucked his phone in his pocket and turned on his heels to look at me.
"Hey." He said calmly.
"Good evening, Mr.Park." I greet him, hands folded in front of me as I wait for my instructions.
He ran his fingers through his hair as he walked towards me. I unconsciously stepped back, but stopped once he stopped in front of me.
"I'm sorry...about what happened a few days ago. I was just having a bad day and I took it out on you." He mumbled. I nodded in understanding.
"It's okay, Mr.Park." I said, my voice shaky as his eyes trail down from mine and to the necklace on my neck.
"You have to understand that I won't ever hurt you, baby." He mumbled, eyebrows furrowing as he scanned the necklace. I frown at the sudden nickname.
"I-."
"When did you get that necklace?" He asked, slowly beginning to walk up to me. I gulp, stepping back. I was uncomfortable.
"H-huh?" I asked dumbly. He sucked his teeth, when my back was against the wall he gripped the necklace in his fingers. I couldn't do a thing except stand there.
"You've never worn something this nice to work before. This is real, solid gold." He mumbled, making me feel small. He squinted his eyes.
"Y.L + J.HS" (your name, your last name + jung hoseok).
He read the initials.
"What the fuck is this?" The calm expression and tone from before peaking to the point where he sounded far beyond pissed.
"Mr.Park..."
He shushed me by slamming his hands on either side of my head against the wall. I jumped, my eyes widening as he stared down at me with that crazed looked. Strands of hair falling in his face.
"Did that bastard give this to you? Huh? ANSWER ME!" He didn't even give me enough time to answer before he was yanking the necklace off of me causing my head to jerk a bit. I felt a sting at my skin from the necklace scraping against it. I watched as it threw it to the floor before taking his hand and wrapping it around my throat.
"J-J-Jimin.." I choke out.
He huffed, his chest against mine as he choked me.
"Why is it so goddamn hard to understand that you're mine? Since the minute you walked into this fucking penthouse you've been mine. Mine mine mine and only MINE!" He yelled. I struggle against him.
"S-stop I-it...p-please.." I say as best as I could, my eyes fluttering as I struggled to stay afloat.
"And out of all people, him?!" He yelled once more. A tear falls from my eye, choked sobs leaving my lips as he drops my from his hold and I stumble against the wall to keep my balance.
He steps away, rubbing at his lips as he stared at me. "Oh my god..." he mumbled. "Baby I'm sorry..." he mumbled, walking up to me but I stepped back.
"Leave me alone!" I shout, moving away from him. "Please-...y/n i didn't-..."
"Stay the hell away from me! I mean it, I quit!" I yelled, walking back towards the door. He didn't bother to follow me, staying behind with that same regretful expression on his face as I left the penthouse.
I hurry away from the building. I couldn't go back and I wanted my necklace, but I knew that if I went back he would probably hurt me.
Tears fall from my eyes as I realize just how fucked up all this was. When did he even start to feel this way towards me? Oh yeah, since the moment I walked into his penthouse.
If only I had never gotten the job...
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It had been a number of days and I hadn't heard from Hoseok or Mr.Park. I was concerned, but I did need the time alone.
I hop out of the shower, drying at my hair. I ask back into the bedroom to grab the clothes I had sprawled out on the bed. In the midst of me slipping on my underwear, I get a message.
I look only to see that it was from Hoseok.
"Hey baby, I missed you. I have a surprise for you." The message read. A smile tugged at my lips.
I reply with quickness, asking him what the surprise was and expressing just how much I missed him as well.
He replied back saying that it was at the lake we always visited. Sometimes he had our picnics there. I figured that this little "surprise" was just another picnic. I smile at his adorable attempt before putting on the rest of my clothes and getting ready to go to the lake.
Thirty minutes passed before I was walking out of my apartment. I go the distance to take an Uber, deciding that I would walk the little extra mile to get to the lake.
I pass the endless trees and pushed until I spot the strip of water. I didn't see any layout signifying that there was a picnic. My eyebrows crease in confusion as I look around. I didn't see hoseok either.
"Hoseok?" I call out, looking around again. The only response I got was the sound of the birds chirping in the distance and the soft breeze rustling the trees.
I decide to try again. "Hoseo-" but before I could finish, a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind.
"Hoseok! Don't do that, you scared me!" I smack my lips, turning around in his arms only to step back immediately once I realize that it wasn't hoseok.
"Do I look like your naive lover, baby?" He tilted his head to the side in a mocking way causing my throat to go dry. Tears already forming in my eyes. I should've known. He didn't even smell like hoseok.
"What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get Hoseok's phone?" I mumbled. Jimin chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. His muscles flex as he stalks towards me.
"Why do you assume I have his phone?" He asked, although I knew he knew the answer. He just wanted to tease me.
"Jimin-"
"The better question is, why the fuck did you run here so fast? Because you thought it was him, huh? You're willing to run anywhere for him. And that pisses me off." He growled, stopping and grabbing my wrist in his hands.
I shake my head. "Jimin, let me go." His grip only tightened.
"Jimin, fucking let me go!" I tell, scratching and pushing at him only for him to slam my body against the tree we were standing by.
"Stop!" I yell, feeling a sting at the bottom half of my back as he continued to throw my body up against the tree. I was becoming dizzy.
"You don't fucking listen! I told you who you belonged to already and you don't fucking get that!" He said darkly, continuing to throw my against the tree. I remember the look on his face as he stared at me, eyes dark with pure evil intent and lips twisted into a malicious smirk.
"You want to see Hoseok so bad, baby? I can take you to him."
That was the last thing I heard before everything went black. The last thing I feel was being scooped up into a pair of arms.
If I can't have you.
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A/n: I'm not very good at writing things like this 😭 well I am but at the same time I'm not.
I hope you enjoyeddd 😣 I tried, and I hope you loved it ❤️.
I also changed a few things around lololol.