Kim Namjoon.ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･ Namjin

Namjoon was sitting in the meeting room, he held some papers in his hands, and read them, his secretary, Seokjin, was sitting on the seat beside him. The man of the other company sat on the end of the table, his men surrounding the rest of the table with their massive bodies.

"Mr. Kim, I want to give you 10 precent of my company." The man spoke calmly, a dirty, shit eating smirk plastered on his face as he sized Seokjin up and down, not even looking at Namjoon. "And what would you possibly want in return?" Namjoon asked, trying to keep his tone professional, his expression gave away nothing, but he was boiling inside at how the man's eyes basically ate Seokjin alive, his fists were clenched tightly under the meeting table. The man's smirk grew nastier as he lifted his wrinkled finger and pointed it at Seokjin. "Him." He spoke bluntly. "For working... of course... he seems like a... great entertainer... ops! I mean secretary."