Fifty Shades Of Kim Taejin Chapter one

I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair it just won't behave, and damn Park Jimin for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal.

I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair. Reciting this mantra several times,I hope that at least I look semi presentable.

Jimin is my roommate, and he has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu. Therefore, he cannot attend the interview he'd arranged to do with some mega industrialist tycoon I've never heard of, from the student newspaper.

So I have been volunteered. I have final exams to cram for and one essay to finish, and I'm supposed to be working this afternoon, but no today I have - to drive 165 miles to downtown Seoul in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Kim Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor of our university, his time is extraordinarily precious much more precious than mine, but he has-granted Jimin an interview.

A real coup, he tells me. Damn his extracurricular activities.

Jimin is huddled on the couch in the living room.

Park Jimin

"Jin, I'm sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another six to reschedule, and we'll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can't blow this off. Please."

Kim Seokjin

"Of course I'll go, Jimin. You should get back to bed. Would you like some NyQuil or Tylenol?"

Park Jimin

"NyQuil, please. Here are the questions and my digital recorder. Just press record here. Make notes, I'll transcribe it all."

Kim Seokjin

"I know nothing about him."

I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.

Park Jimin

"The questions will see you through. Go. It's a long drive. I don't want you to be late."

Kim Seokjin

"Okay, I'm going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later."

I stare at him fondly. Only for you, Jimin, would I do this.

Park Jimin

"I will. Good luck. And thanks, Jin usual, you're my lifesaver."

Gathering my backpack, I smile widely at him, then head out the door to the car. I cannot believe I have let him talk me into this. But then he can talk anyone into anything. He'll make exceptional a journalist. He's articulate, strong, Persuasive, argumentative, beautiful and-

He's my dearest, dearest friend.

My destination is the headquarters of Mr. Kim's global enterprise. It's a huge twenty-story office building, all curved glass and steel, an architect's utilitarian fantasy, with steel, an architect's utilitarian fantasy, with KIM HOUSE written discreetly in steel over the glass front doors.

It's a quarter to two when I arrive, greatly relieved that I'm not late as I walk into the enormous- and frankly intimidating glass, steel, and white-sandstone lobby.

Behind the solid sandstone desk, a very attractive, groomed, blonde young woman smiles pleasantly at me. She's wearing the sharpest charcoal suit jacket and white shirt I have ever seen. She looks immaculate.

Kim Seokjin

"I'm here to see Mr. Kim. Kim Seokjin for Park Jimin."

Blonde no.1

"Excuse me one moment. Mr. Kim."

She arches her eyebrow as I stand self-consciously before her. I'm beginning to wish I'd borrowed one of Jimin's formal blazers rather than worn my navy-blue jacket, anyways-

Blonde no.1

"Mr. Park is expected. Please sign in here, Mr. Kim. You'll want the last elevator on the right, press for the twentieth floor."

She smiles kindly at me, amused no doubt, as I sign in.

She hands me a security pass that has "visitor" very firmly stamped on the front. I can't help my smirk. Surely it's obvious that I'm just visiting. I don't fit in here at all. Nothing changes.

I inwardly sigh. Thanking her, I walk over to the bank of elevators and past the two security men who are both far more smartly dressed than I am in their well cut black suits.

The elevator whisks me at terminal velocity to the twentieth floor. The doors slide open, and I'm in another large lobby-again all glass, steel, and white sandstone.

I'm confronted by another desk of sandstone and another young blonde woman, this time dressed professional, who rises to greet me.

Blonde no. 2

"Mr. Kim, could you wait here, please?"

She points to a seated area of white leather chairs.