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You're both just staring at each other and you don't know why but your hand won't move out of his hair. You can't even think straight.

You gulp slowly as your brain finally snaps into function and you snatch your hand away from his hair and tuck them under your bum to resist doing any more stupid mistakes.

"Sorry- I.. I just couldn't-"

"Resist yourself?" He flashes you a smirk, his voice almost inaudible. Your breath catches in your lungs and you shake your head blushing.

"There was a bug in your hair." You lie. You're mentally facepalming as you enter the abode of your mental palace's weaponry to equip yourself with anything that will help lessen the impact of this embarrassing incident.

"Hmm, gotta fix it. Did you get it out?" He asks, his voice still in a raunchy whisper that makes your insides twist with dark desire.
You slowly shake your head. His eyes are so dark and beautiful. Drenched with erotic magic.

He watches you with heavy lidded eyes, that are now trailing to your lips and then your neck. You're getting thoughts now.

Of his soft lips and all the places you'd like to feel him touch you.

So what happens next takes you by surprise, but doesn't make you realize the danger. The adrenaline pumping in your blood now is signalling for the fight and flight but, you slam the door in its face as Taehyung leans in and slowly licks your lips with the tip of his tongue, your lips barely touching.

You don't even know what's happening but, your mind is punctured at the moment. The wheel of thoughts are not spinning and you just feel the warm moist flesh of his tongue glide over your lips for what feels the longest and most beautiful second of your life.

Something different taps inside of you and you surprise your own self as you take his bottom lip between your teeth and tug aggressively.

"Y/N." He whispers against your lips, but the voice is coming from far far away, because you're so living in the moment.

"Y/n.." he places a hand on yours and gently squeezes it and your eyes fly open. "It's time to come back, hon'" he chuckles as he faces you, wheeling his chair a little.

What the heck?

He's watching you with amused eyes, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he adjusts his legs and spreads them apart a little under the table.

"What happened?" You ask, going tomato red and hoping your mysterious illusion didn't show up in your behaviour while you were zoned out.

"Aside from you biting your own knuckle, nothing much. Might need a tetanus shot for that." He looks pointedly at your hand and then turns to the laptop as he loosens his silk black necktie a little.

He seems just as uneasy as you and you realize this therapy session has been going on only for a 15 minutes as you check the time, but time is crawling like an injured zombie on a treadmill street.

"Read this." He says. You peer into the screen and see 10 clauses.

A paragraph is typed on the top that reads,

I declare absolute commitment to the following of the said contract and agree to each and every clause stated in the following.

1. I hereby confirm that I will keep everything that goes between me and Mr. Kim Taehyung an absolute confidential matter.
2. I hereby confirm that I will obey Mr. Kim Taehyung in all the procedures as per his choice.
3. I hereby confirm that I will report to Mr. Kim Taehyung whenever he needs me.
4. I hereby confirm that I will be honest in my experiences regarding this project.

I, ___________ agree to the terms and conditions and intend to remain committed and true to my word. In case there's a violation of any clause, Mr. Kim Taehyung is free to make a decision about what should be done with me. I am 18 years or older and I give my full consent to everything that happens henceforth. I will not give up in the middle of the project and I will make sure Mr. Kim Taehyung reaps good results out of this wherever I am involved.

I, ____________ also agree that in case of any mishaps, I will rely on Mr. Kim Taehyung's sense of judgements and trust his decisions in all matters that are concerned with this contract.

Signature of the contractor.
_______________________

This sounds so suspicious to you that you narrow your eyes at him. You are not sure if this is safe.

"Dr. Ki- ahem, Taehyung.. what's this?" You ask, your short sensual drama forgotten.

"I am doing a research project. I need someone to become my partner. I think you would be the best because, you.." he places his arm around the back of your chair as he looks into your eyes with a smouldering expression, "You are perfect for the job."

"How so?" You wonder aloud.

"Let me brief you in about this project, Y/n."

Your father was a clinical psychiatrist, so you have heard that people run researches on various subjects, but you didn't know you need a contract partner to go through so much to make it successful.

"It's a project on neuro linguistic programming." Uh-huh. That much you already guessed.

"I want to make it evolve into something more." Your mind is only focusing on the sound of his voice as he drawls in a cool as metal tone. He is absentmindedly clicking on his pen and your consciousness is fading out again.

"Jin, you know how I don't trust this procedure. It goes against humanity."

"It doesn't have to. We can make it evolve and then we can use it to serve humanity." Jin loosened his tie as he looked up at your father with a frustrated expression.

"Humans get greedy, Jin. As long as we're using this to cure people, we are safe. If it lands into the hands of someone who can get better ideas about this, we are doomed." Your father shook his head and paced the room. His hands clasped together behind his back.

You were trying to recall what Jin had whispered before they had left. You were packing the books you had borrowed from the library to take it back and this discussion drew your attention.

Your Mom had gone to take a morning nap in San Ji's bed, San Ji had left for school and your father had returned with Jin just in a few minutes after he had left.

You were not understanding what was going on, but the way they discussed things made it seem like they were too afraid.

That very vague memory came to your mind.

"These are good enough." Jin points at the research paper in his hand. "We can use this. We'll just hold back enough so that we make it acceptable."

"For as long as we use our skills to treat people clinically and help them become better, we are safe. The moment we overstep those boundaries and try to take advantage of our skills and others' trust, Jin.. we will not have the right to call ourselves doctors. Do you understand? We could end up behind bars! The government does not give it much attention so we're walking around in liberty...and- and are being honoured as doctors.. the moment our activity and practices catches their eye as..as suspicious and potentially perilous.. they will start imposing restrictions! They could throw us in jail."

There's silence after your father sits down in the chair and takes loud, heavy angry breaths.

"What if we don't show what we're up to?" Jin slowly speaks again.

"You do that only when you're sure you're doing something wrong, Jin."

Jin suddenly laughs, "We could do it on them and move them out of our way."

Your father throws him a very serious look as his eyes go 'do you think you're funny' look. "You need to stop hanging out with V. He's influencing you. Power has made him crazy. He's losing his mind."

"You can't deny you like the sensation of dominating the mind of another human being, Choi. Stop acting all so goody two shoes. We love this job because we know we can control people."

You had felt a rush of mixed emotions towards your father. Feelings of fear, awe and shock.

"As much as I do, I don't have to beat myself up for the guilt of having developed something so cruel that it strips away the rights and wills of human beings to follow their heart and their own individualistic thoughts and ideals, Jin! I would never allow myself to be in that position where I die and someone is suffering because they couldn't snap out of it BECAUSE of how the only thing that can bring them back WAS my voice. Do you even know what V is doing? That's his entire objective. To dominate the world!"

Your heart had frozen in fear as you stood in the doorway, your books clutched in your sweaty cold hands tightly and your legs unwilling to move.

Your father, Jin and Dr. V had been involved in some dangerous project. You know in a small part of your mind that the murder had a lot to do with the research thing that night.

You have a strong feeling that everything is connected. You always had doubts about why, just the day your father had extracted the files he'd kept safe from his research of 12 years in the vault, he ended up disappearing and your mom ended up dying. Jin didn't show his face for several months and you never came to know of what happened of those research papers.

You're thinking hard to recall what Jin had whispered in your ear.

You scrunch your eyes tightly as you're thinking hard. The words become coherent and fall out as smooth speech in your ears. His voice as soft as satin.

You force yourself out of the slumber and Dr. Kim has his eyes so wide, his mouth open in shock and his body frozen next to you. You look up at him.

"What?" You ask.

"Kang Y/N." He whispers softly, finally finding his tongue. "What. Did. Doctor. Jin. Tell. You?" He spells it out slowly, menacingly. He looks frustrated, shocked and angry.

You stand up as you reach for the door. You know all that you needed to know.

"I'll find out from your personal assistant how much your sessions cost and pay them with a bonus if you want." You near the door, as you grab your bag from the stand.

He gets up quickly and closes the distance between you and himself. Pushing you into the door, he traps you between his arms.

"Kang Y/N. Please. Please tell me." He pleads as his face grows dangerously close to yours. His breath mingled with your breath.

You're feeling intimidated and small, yet you feel the pangs of desire claw at the insides of your belly. You grit your teeth. You have to be sane.

Kim Taehyung is finally about to do what you have only been dreaming about since the first time you saw him.

He's about to kiss you. And you can't wait to have your dream come true. You close your eyes and you wait for him to melt you into himself and mould your lips with his smooth and warm ones.

Instead, he places a hand gingerly on the top of your head and ruffles your hair softly.

"Tae-" you manage to let out an inaudible whisper.

"It has costed 4300000 ₩ per hour. Multiply that by 5." He whispers against your lips as he finally closes in and bites it.

Your heartbeat accelerates rapidly. He chuckles, "I'm giving you a better option. You don't have to take a loan from anyone, Y/n." His lips trail to your ear, "Just sign the contract. All you have to do is be with me for a month and obey me." He nudges his nose slowly from your ear to your neck and then digs his teeth in.

Your knees go weak as you're about to wobble to the floor, he holds you up by your waist and kisses you one last time on your lips. A small light peck.
And then he quickly draws back as if nothing happened.

Your knees buckle, but he grabs your hand and helps you steady yourself. Looking at you expectantly.

You don't know what's wrong with you, you feel this is still definitely one of your dream so you give a measured nod.

You're gonna wake up. So it doesn't matter what you do here. You hate dreams where you're stuck and can't escape unless you do something unexpected. That's why you couldn't even react when he was all over you. Because you're sure this is all happening in a dream.

His face breaks into one of his biggest boyish grins, a rectangular or boxy even smile that warms your heart. You wish he smiled like that in real. You don't want to wake up if this is how delightful he looks in your dreams.

He hits the print button and the sheet comes out.

He grabs it and hands you a pen.

You're not sure why the pen he hands you is so real to the touch, but you sigh as you sign the contract.

He hands you a photocopy and then turns to the door. He's about to hold it open for you when you look down at his golden and black expensive pen.

It feels so real.

Why does it feel so real?

Why haven't you woken up, yet?

And you absentmindedly click.

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