"Um. Just give me a m-minute to grab my stuff," Jimin stutters. I exit the room as he places a few items in his bag and pockets his phone.

"What would you like to eat? You can order anything you would like," I question as we walk through the halls on our way to my car. He fidgets with his hands,
"Anything is okay with me," he answers, almost inaudible while looking at the ground in front of him.

Jimin finally looks up when we arrive at the practically empty parking lot. A shocked expression takes over his face once he sees my choice of transportation. A glossy black, luxury, Audi sports car. I open the passenger door for him and he carefully seats himself on the black leather. After buckling my seatbelt, I look over at the small male sitting beside me. His dirty blond hair is falling into his face and his light blue oversized jumper is giving him little sweater paws.

Noticing he didn't buckle himself in yet, I reach over him and strap his seatbelt across his chest, careful not to press into any of his bruises. Jimin seemed surprised by the action and stared at me, puzzled.
"Uh, safety first," I mutter before turning the key in the ignition and driving out of the parking lot. It's not my place, but there's been a question nagging at me that I can no longer ignore.

"May I ask you something?" I think aloud as I bring the car to a stop at a busy intersection. He looks at me and nods. "Where did all of those injuries come from?" My voice came out a lot more worried than I had intended and he shrivels back in his seat.

His eyes dim as he paints on another fake smile and plays it off with a lie,
"Oh. I went out after I left your party the other night and got drunk. I ended up getting into a heated argument with another drunk person about something stupid and got my ass handed to me," Jimin laughs shyly.

The thing is, his story could've been believable if he didn't already have a bruise on his wrist before he got in this illeged fight. He's a good liar, but now I know he's trying to hiding something. I can't help but feel concerned.
"Ah. Be careful, are you okay?" I play along with his lie.
"Haha, yea," He doesn't strike me as a person who would get drunk, let alone be part of a bar fight.

We continue with idle talk until we reach the large grey building. I get out of the car, making sure to take the contracts then walk over to the other side and open the door for him. As he was stepping out of the vehicle, I caught a glimpse of a few small white bottles in his bag, but he quickly grabbed it before I closed the door. He and I walk side by side through the glass doors of the tall structure.

"Excuse me for a moment," I pardon myself and walk towards my receptionist.
"Good morning Mr. Min," the woman smiles.
"Good morning, Jennie. I'm bringing someone to my office to discuss something of importance. Inform the top floors we have a guest and to not act out," I order.
"Right away, Mr. Min," Jennie complys as I turn and walk away.

"Follow me. My office is on the top floor," I guide Jimin towards the silver elevators. I press the small button then flash my clearance card in front of the scanner. We watch as the numbers on the screen go up one by one until we reach the 30th floor. As we step out of the box, Seokjin is there to happily greet us.

He smiles brightly as he introduced himself to Jimin.
"Hello! I'm Kim Seokjin, but you can call me Jin. Or worldwide handsome. Either works"
"Nice to meet you, Sir. I'm Park Jimin," he bows. Seokjin gasps at the name,
"Oh! Please. No need to be so, uh.... formal. People here are very casual, so we use first names, but many of us have.... nicknames," he snickers. "So you must be Yoongi's new su-" I clear my throat.

"Jin, could you order some food from the finest restaurant nearby for Mr. Park and I. We're having a meeting in my office," I cut him off with an look of warning outside of Jimin's view. He gets the message and leaves. As we walk across the office, it seems as though everyone's eyes were glued to the model walking behind me. Something about that pisses me off. I swing open the door to my office and offer him a seat beside mine at the conference table.
"So.... What exactly did you want to discuss?" He asks nervously.
"Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to ask questions first. It'll be easier that way"
"O-Okay"