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Jimin, ever pragmatic, wasn't one to succumb to superstitions. The notion that breaking a mirror would unleash seven years of bad luck, or that opening an umbrella indoors could trigger a series of misfortunes, seemed utterly absurd to him. Dismissively, he waved off the idea of knocking on wood to ward off misery.
In his worldview, firmly rooted in practicality, Jimin actively rejected these age-old beliefs as mere remnants of irrational thinking. He didn't allow these superstitions to dictate his actions.
Jimin held a different belief close to his heart—Murphy's Law. He subscribed to the idea that if anything could go wrong, it would. Like that time, Jimin went on a road a road trip with friends, Taehyung and Hoseok. The car broke down in the middle of nowhere, leaving them stranded. Just when they thought it couldn't get worse, a heavy downpour started. As they attempted to fix the car in the rain, a passing car splashed mud all over them, turning the situation from bad to worse in the blink of an eye.
Or that time he was having a cozy movie night with friends. As they eagerly settled in for a film marathon, the internet decided to act up, causing constant buffering and interruptions. While engrossed in troubleshooting the pesky Internet issues, the group completely overlooked the popcorn in the microwave. The shrill sound of the smoke alarm filled the room, signaling the unintentional creation of a chaotic soundtrack to their evening.
Or when Jimin moved in an apartment, after having lived on campus his whole life. After a long day of unpacking and settling in, he eagerly prepared to take a relaxing shower, only to find out that there was no hot water. Disappointed but determined to make the best of it, he decided to order dinner for delivery. Just as he thought the day couldn't get any worse, the delivery person arrived with the wrong order, leaving Jimin hungry, cold, and surrounded by unpacked boxes.
Murphy’s law was a philosophy that, by now, aligned with his practical nature and prepared him for the unpredictable twists that life might throw his way. Certainly, ending up in an unknown place was the epitome of unpredictability for Jimin.
As Jimin snuggled closer to the soft, silky sheets, his cheek rubbing against the fluffy pillow, a sigh of contentment escaped him while lying on the comfortable mattress. Warmth enveloped him from behind, and he felt coziness spreading all over. Absorbed in the moment, he instinctively arched his back, seeking more heat, until a sudden realization jolted him back to his senses. Silk sheets? Unfamiliar warmth? His eyes snapped open, taking a moment to adjust to the brightness of the day. The realization hit him like a sudden wave – he didn't own any silk sheets, nor was his bed usually this warm. Confusion clouded his senses as he surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings, the comfortable mattress beneath him feeling foreign and the soft sheets a luxurious mystery.
Taking in the expansive, expensive-looking room, with its black and gold theme, confusion gave way to panic. This wasn't his room, nor anything remotely familiar. To compound the disorientation, he felt steady little breaths against his neck and a substantial weight on his waist. His gaze lowered, meeting a tattooed arm wrapped around him, prompting his eyes to widen in surprise. His eyes zeroed in on the red tiger lily tattoo, and in that moment, flashbacks clouded his mind suddenly. Fragments of memories surged, revealing glimpses of the night before, though the details remained elusive.
“Ngh- ah” he moaned, arching his back to feel the cock deeper in his hole, as if to suck it in. His own hips met the thrusting ones behind in his all-fours position.
"Please—ah, oh my God," he moaned, a particularly intense pressure applying to his prostate, making him tremble and gasp. The girthy cock kept pounding into him, Jimin feeling every inch drag inside each time it slammed in, his spongy walls contracting around its thickness with wanton desire.
Dread filled Jimin upon remembering the events of last night in bits. Jimin had just secured his first job ever. Fresh out of university at the age of 21, he had majored in business and marketing, earning a bachelor’s degree. This marked Jimin's inaugural job, and his excitement at achieving independence was palpable. His joy was heightened by the fact that his job wasn't ordinary – he was among the fortunate few selected to work for Jeon Enterprises. Initially, he had envisioned a simple celebration for this milestone, but Taehyung had other plans. His best friend fed him stories about the importance of enjoying life and celebrating in grand fashion, emphasizing that the name "Jeon" held prestigious significance in Korea. Jimin, swayed by his friend's persuasive tales, allowed himself to be convinced and was subsequently dragged to a club.
In essence, going to the club wasn't a bad idea. Jimin had relished the chance to dance freely with his friends, free from the weight of university assignments, exams, or presentations. However, the real misstep occurred when Jimin got drunk, which, for him, meant consuming more than one shot due to his lightweight nature. Jimin couldn't recall anything about how he had ended up in a stranger's bed. His head throbbed with a headache as he tried to force himself to remember anything else.
The situation was undeniably dire – Jimin found himself in a stranger's bed, unable to dig for any details due to the extent of his intoxication. Cursing Taehyung for the having dragged him in his current position, and himself for succumbing to his best friend's pleas, Jimin resolved to extricate himself from the unfamiliar bed.
His hands cautiously moved toward the arm wrapped around his waist, gently touching the tattooed skin to lift it off him. It took some effort; the stranger, even in sleep, was surprisingly strong. Jimin, with a relieved breath, managed to free himself from the grip. As he slowly got up from the bed, he made careful movements to avoid waking the stranger, silently navigating the unfamiliar room, trying to piece together the events of the previous night.
Standing on his feet, he took in his own nudity, wincing as he bent down to pick up his clothes and dress himself. The room, bathed in the soft morning light, revealed scattered remnants of a wild night – clothes strewn across the floor, lube bottle on the bedside table, and a faint smell of sex in the air.
The task of getting into the skin-tight black jeans from the night before seemed impossible now, especially with the throbbing headache that accompanied his hazy memories. Each movement felt like a delicate dance, trying not to disturb the sleeping giant behind him. Turning around to check if the guy was still peacefully lost in slumber, Jimin was relieved to find him undisturbed.
He couldn't help but marvel at the impressive physique that laid before him – bulging biceps, defined abs, and a chest that seemed custom-made for his wandering hands. Jimin congratulated himself on his choice, even in a drunken state, appreciating the visual appeal of his mysterious bedmate. The tattoos on the guy's arm added an intriguing touch, and Jimin couldn't help but wonder about the stories behind each inked design.
However, a wish lingered – to see the guy's face. Covered in fluffy dark curly hair, all Jimin could discern was the sharp jawline. He mentally smacked himself for his thoughts, realizing he didn't have time for distractions. He needed to leave before the guy could wake up, but getting up proved to be a challenge. His back was completely wrecked, making it hard to walk without limping, and he had to bite his lips to stifle any groans.
Well, at least he had a good fuck—judging by his walking condition and the litter of hickeys all over his skin, he thought, as he tiptoed slowly out of the apartment. The plush carpet beneath his feet felt like a luxury he couldn't afford to enjoy for long. Each step was a reminder of the wild night that remained a mystery in his memory.
His eyes darted around the penthouse, absorbing the luxurious interior. The room, adorned with elegant furniture and expensive artwork, whispered of opulence. Jimin himself came from a wealthy family, but he couldn't compare his lifestyle to the outrageous and dripping richness around him. Though he couldn't recall anything, based on the surroundings, his hook-up was undoubtedly a catch – a stunning physique complemented by an opulent lifestyle. Jimin wished he could remember more, but his mind remained frustratingly blank, leaving him to navigate the unfamiliar territory of the penthouse with only his lingering soreness and scattered clues from the night before.
Monday come, he was all giddy and excited to join Jeon Enterprises. He took extra care in dressing up, attempting to exude a more mature aura and shed the boyish image that clung to him. Styling his blonde hair neatly, he revealed his forehead and donned formal attire, fully prepared to take on the role of Mr. Jeon's assistant.
The building loomed impressively as he entered, its glass façade reflecting the hustle and bustle within. Nervous energy coursed through him, but he maintained a poised exterior. He had read about how the CEO was demanding and intimidating, someone who didn't take his work lightly – rightfully so, given his success. Being strict or cold, however, didn't imply that he wasn't appreciative of his people. In fact, he often rewarded them with pricey hampers and gifts, in addition to the already abundant salary.
He couldn't help but feel a mix of eagerness and trepidation about the journey he was embarking on. The stories he'd heard about Mr. Jeon painted a portrait of a man who valued excellence and hard work, traits that Jimin was determined to embody.
Jimin had felt a twinge of fear when presenting his CV to the company. The assistant role seemed intimidating, especially given the reputation of the severe person he was supposed to shadow. Rumors circulated that Mr. Jeon couldn't retain assistants for more than two months before they were fired by him, claiming that they weren’t made for the job. Jimin was scared, given his inexperience and this being his first foray into the working world. However, he saw the challenge as an opportunity for personal growth and decided to embrace it. Trying to control his nervous breathing, he took a deep breath before entering the company doors and heading to the reception.
The reception area, adorned with sleek furniture and a polished atmosphere, reflected the professionalism of Jeon Enterprises. Jimin approached the receptionist with a polite smile, stating his purpose and waiting for further instructions.
He made a conscious effort not to let his thoughts overwhelm him and potentially ruin his first day. He also worked hard to keep the little glimpses of his Friday night from flashing in his mind. Another thing that started bothering him was the persistence of scenes popping into his head over the last two days, yet without any relevant chronology of events or the identity of his hookup.
"Morning! I'm Park Jimin, I’m- it’s my first day," he said nervously, making an effort to keep his voice steady and appear confident. The red-headed receptionist in front of him gave him an empathetic smile, and Jimin felt a surge of panic. Was Mr. Jeon that intimidating? The thought lingered in his mind as he awaited further instructions, the anticipation building with each passing moment in the sophisticated corporate setting.
"Here's your badge. You just have to go to the seventh floor; that's where your desk is," she smiled at him, her doe eyes friendly as she pointed toward the elevator. Jimin thanked her and took slow steps towards the elevator after passing his badge through the electronic turnstiles.
He bit his lips, eyeing the heavy doors of the lift before entering and seeing the crowd of other people inside. Jimin wasn't a fan of elevators; they made him feel sick, his stomach dropping with uneasiness as the walls seemed to close in. You could say he was a bit claustrophobic, but in this situation, he had to suck it up. He didn't know the company building's structure yet, but for the first day, he should be fine. He would figure out something for the days to come.
The elevator moved ever so slowly to Jimin's perception, people coming in and going out every time it stopped on a floor. He tried to focus on his picture on the badge to divert his attention from his internal turmoil. Blinking rapidly and taking shallow breaths, he felt faint when the doors finally opened, and Jimin rushed outside as if chased. He let out a breath of relief, patting his chest a couple of times to relax himself before he started approaching the black door right in front of the elevator with golden bold letters spelling "Jeon”.
As he stood in front of Mr. Jeon's office door, Jimin took a moment to gather his composure. The sleek, black door exuded an air of authority, and the golden letters spelled out the name that held immense significance in the corporate world. He straightened his tie, a nervous energy pulsing through him as he prepared to enter the realm of the esteemed CEO. Jimin whispered encouraging words to himself, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling in his chest.
He knocked softly before hearing a loud "come in" from the other side. Without wasting any more time psyching himself up, he turned the doorknob and let himself in, greeted by fine decor inside. It came as no surprise given the whole building's aesthetic from both outside and inside. The surprise, though, was the broad man sitting behind a fine glass desk, engrossed in reading papers on a leather chair.
Approaching the man, Jimin stood in front of the desk. Just as he was about to speak, the man looked up from the documents. Jimin now not only saw the dark hair but also the handsome face of the CEO. He knew the CEO would be young and attractive, but the online pictures did him no justice. Jimin took in his doe chocolate eyes, the sharp jawline, and the numerous piercings that adorned his ears, lips, and eyebrow.
The man looked at him almost surprised, stood up abruptly, and in quick strides came close to him. Jimin flinched at the sudden closeness and opened his mouth immediately.
"I'm Park Jimin, sir, your new assistant," he fumbled out quickly as he bowed respectfully before standing upright again. Jimin couldn't help but notice how tall the man was, towering over him with a physique double in size. Feeling a bit shy under the scrutiny, he averted his gaze, fixating on his polished shoes. Thoughts raced through his mind – had the CEO not been informed about his arrival? What if he didn't like him? Jimin bit his lip in worry when suddenly, a warm hand took hold of his chin and turned it up, making him meet the CEO's gaze. With bated breath, he stared into the taller man's stern eyes.
"Do you know me?" Jeongguk asked, staring deeply into Jimin's eyes. Jimin immediately nodded, eager to demonstrate that he had done his homework and was prepared. "Yes, sir, of course! You're Jeon Jeongguk. Born in 1997, you built this company from scratch, you're the owner of Golde—"
"Enough. You can go now," Jeongguk's voice boomed, interrupting Jimin's speech. His hand dropped from Jimin's chin as he glared at him. Jimin gulped, now nervous, as he had no idea what he had done wrong. Where was he supposed to go?
Just as he was about to propose his question, Jeongguk's voice filled the office again, his hand clutching a phone as he spoke, "Joon, tell him what to do."
As Jimin left his office, escorted by Namjoon, Jeongguk could finally let his anger free. He rubbed his face in frustration because seemingly, Jimin didn't remember a thing about their night together two days ago. Jeongguk could always tell when he was being lied to, but he had seen no flicker of recognition in Jimin's eyes. It bothered him to no end because the blonde was all he had thought about all weekend.
His rage had been blind when he had woken up alone in his bed. It was the first time he had taken someone into his home, into his private space, only to wake up alone. The first time he had taken a liking to someone to the point of bringing them home, taking his time with them, and this was the consequence. Jimin was simply beautiful – petite, dainty, and delicate-looking. He had looked like an angel with his soft features, yet sinful with his tight jeans that enhanced his supple bottom. The night they hooked up Jeongguk too had been drunk like Jimin, but he could clearly make out every detail, so why couldn't Jimin?
Oh, how fate had rolled in his favor. After abusing his mind with questions for two days, he was ready to dish out his revenge on the blonde who had, unknowingly, stolen his attention.
One week of working as his assistant, and Jimin was going crazy. Jeongguk was truly the devil incarnate. How could someone have so many requirements and be so demanding? Murphy's Law was acting up again. If Jimin thought his first meeting with Jeongguk was bad, then his following encounters weren't any better – in fact, they were worse.
The dimpled handsome man, whom he got to know as Namjoon, helped him settle in, telling him what he was supposed to do. Jimin, fairly enough, settled in easily; everybody welcomed him except Jeongguk. The CEO stared intensely every time they had a conversation, and Jimin felt his soul trembling as he resorted to looking down. He couldn't avoid the man, given his position as his assistant, and his office connected to Jeongguk's through a sliding glass door, where the older could see his every movement.
According to Namjoon, he shouldn't worry about Jeongguk's behavior because that's just how he was – intimidating. Jimin breathed out in relief at getting to know that, thinking that maybe Namjoon knew better. However, he had been right all along because if Jimin thought Jeongguk didn't like him beforehand, now he had become sure of it, seeing how hard Jeongguk made him work - assigning him the most ridiculous tasks, like getting coffee from the cafe across the building while there was an exquisite cafeteria on the second floor of the company. Said canteen didn’t just provide any random alimentary, but the most fine and pricey food exclusively.
"It's cold," Jeongguk spoke up after taking a tiny sip from his coffee macchiato. Jimin stared at him bewildered, wondering why he was so handsome and why did he have to act like an ass. He looked like a model sitting behind his glass desk, clad in his grey suit and tie combo. Jimin would have melted on the spot and climbed him like a tree if it weren't for the nasty attitude he had.
"You waited too much because you thought it was too hot!" he exclaimed, almost wanting to stomp his foot. Jimin was tired of running up and down the stairs for the third time now to get Jeongguk's coffee from the cafe across the road. Mind you, going back and forth from the office to the cafe was tiring enough by elevator, so you could imagine how Jimin, after having climbed and descended seven floors thrice, was on the verge of hyperventilating.
His phobia of elevators wasn't certainly Jeongguk's fault, but it was ridiculous going back and forth because the princess-like CEO thought it was "too hot" or "too cold."
"Are you complaining, Jimin?" Jeongguk raised an eyebrow, the shadow of a smirk on his face casting, for a brief second, Jimin thought he imagined it. The older crossed his arms over his chest, biceps bulging and straining against the confining suit. Jimin bit his lip before sighing loudly.
"No, sir, I'll get you another one," he turned around, heading for the stairs again to get another coffee. His thighs now trembling from how much he had been straining them. It was cold outside, winter approaching, but Jimin only felt hotness from how much fumbling he'd been doing.
Jimin sighed, wanting to bang his head against the nearest wall because this job was more like CrossFit than anything else. He had lost count of how many times he had gone up and down the stairs with how much Jeongguk sent him around to deliver important documents to the different departments on each floor. He had tried getting over his elevator phobia, but after his first attempt, he had felt worse than he did after climbing seven floors filled with steps.
Jimin sighed, his steps heavy as if burdened by the weight of the world as he trudged towards the tenth-floor department to deliver the meeting papers. Each step seemed to echo with the exhaustion he felt. Upon reaching the designated area, he decided to expedite the process, eager to return to his desk and steal a moment's rest before the relentless demands of the devilish boss resumed.
As he handed over the papers to the responsible party, a sense of urgency propelled him to quicken his pace for the return journey. However, in his haste, misfortune struck, and he found himself stumbling and landing unceremoniously on the floor. A jolt of pain shot through his ankle, the throbbing sensation intensifying. Groaning, he clutched the afflicted area, examining it for any signs of injury. Externally, the skin displayed only a faint shade of red, leaving the cause of the discomfort a mystery. A concerned colleague hurried over, assisting Jimin to his feet and guiding him to a nearby leather chair for a moment of respite.
"What’s wrong? Is it your ankle?" he asked, lightly touching the area to not cause ulterior pain. The black-haired guy with cat-like eyes looked concerned as he kept moving his eyes from Jimin's throbbing ankle to his frowning face.
"I think so," Jimin murmured, cautiously attempting to shift his right foot, only to halt abruptly as a sharp surge of pain shot through him. A gasp escaped his lips, the ache threatening to overwhelm him. Suppressing the urge to cry out, he resisted the pain with gritted teeth. The thought of shedding tears in front of the entire company loomed, a vulnerability he couldn't afford while striving to maintain a mature and composed facade.
"Hmm, looks like you might have twisted it. Let me grab some ice for you," the guy offered, displaying a charming gummy smile that surprisingly brought a sense of comfort to Jimin. Rising from his position, he departed to fetch the ice and returned shortly, cradling the cold bag in his hand. With gentle care, he positioned it atop Jimin's ankle, after removing Jimin's oxford shoe and partially peeling off the white sock.
Unable to move due to his swollen ankle, Jimin decided to stay on the tenth floor, waiting for the pain to subside. Engaging in conversation with his newfound savior, Yoongi, whose name he learned, they immediately hit it off, delving into random topics like cats. Yoongi turned out to be a pleasant surprise, defying Murphy's Law for once, and Jimin found an unexpected friend. It wasn’t his first in the company, given how close he had gotten to Namjoon while learning how to execute his tasks, and how Namjoon's boyfriend, Seokjin, responsible of the third floor, kept him company every day at lunchtime - but Yoongi was a refreshing acquaintance not closely tied to the CEO, unlike the couple who apparently were Jeongguk’s childhood friends.
"—recently got a cat."
"I’ve always wanted a pet," Jimin pouted, elbows on the desk and hand supporting his face as he leaned over Yoongi’s desk to talk. "I think a puppy—"
"What the fuck is going on here?" a booming voice echoed, causing Jimin to flinch before lifting his gaze to the imposing figure. His eyes widened as he took in the furious expression on Jeongguk's face. Quickly jumping to his feet in anticipation of a scolding or even a severe punishment, Jimin was met with a sudden hiss as a cramp shot through his leg. Forced to sit back down, he winced at the unexpected pain. Not a second later, Jeongguk was all in his space, crouching down to Jimin’s eye level before scanning him all over to detect the problem.
"What is it? What’s wrong?" he asked, a hand reaching to hold Jimin’s out of worry. Yoongi stared at the interaction, eyes blinking and mouth ajar because he expected everything but that reaction out of Jeongguk.
Controlling his knowing smile, he bit his lips before speaking, "Gguk, he twisted his ankle," and Jeongguk turned to look at him before glancing down at Jimin’s swollen ankle.
"I—I wasn’t slacking off," Jimin rasped out, feeling shy at how close Jeongguk was to him, one hand wrapped around his own, and the other resting beside Jimin’s thigh on the chair. He was, in fact, slacking off a bit, enjoying his chitchat with Yoongi, but he couldn’t just say it out loud.
"I promise, I wasn’t—woah!" He was suddenly picked up princess style as he fumbled to get a hold on anything to anchor himself at the sudden loss of pavement under his feet. Jimin stared up at Jeongguk, eyes wide with surprise, a hand coming to clutch at the older’s ironed and pristine black button-up. He saw how Jeongguk nodded at Yoongi, one hand holding clutching Jimin’s shoe, before heading outside the latter’s office.
"W-what are you doing?" Jimin asked, shy and flustered from how their bodies were touching. He wouldn’t be as surprised if it was somebody else in Jeongguk’s position, but this was his boss. It sure was weird and surprising how his literal CEO had picked him up without thinking twice and pulled him close like that. He felt warmth radiating from the taller, his blush intensifying as he took in how strong Jeongguk was. Jeongguk, however, didn’t respond, strong steps continuing rhythmically.
When the glimpse of the elevator came into his line of vision, Jimin froze, clutching Jeongguk’s shirt in a fist before muttering out in panic, "Put me down, put me down."
Jeongguk looked at him once before pressing the button to call the lift. Jimin started twisting in his hold, "Put me down, please," he mumbled, trying not to forget who he was talking to and maintain his polite tone. Jeongguk stared at him confused, doe eyes still filled with worry, a frown adorning his face as he slowly and gently let Jimin down.
"You can go by the lift," he reasoned, hobbling on his non-injured foot, reaching out with a hand to take his shoe from Jeongguk’s grasp, "I’ll- uh, I’ll go down with the stairs."
He knew he sounded ridiculous, given how hard it was to walk, forget climbing the stairs, and how Jeongguk looked at him like he had grown two heads. He bowed his head respectfully before turning and limping towards the stairs when he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist and lifted again, back in the warm cocoon of Jeongguk’s arms.
Jeongguk didn't think twice before grabbing Jimin again, having caught on quickly to how the blonde wasn't comfortable with closed spaces. He sighed, feeling anger bubble in him, thinking of all the times he had sent Jimin across the road and to the other floors to deliver documents. He had done all that to get back at the younger, but he didn't know Jimin was going up and down numerous flights of stairs throughout the day. He felt guilty for having made it more difficult than wanted for Jimin, but he felt angry at how the younger didn't utter a word about it. He made a mental note of giving him an earful later in his office.
"You—you don’t have to do that," Jimin gasped at being manhandled.
"I’m heavy; I can walk," he continued rambling, warmth spreading in his heart, seeing how Jeongguk was willing to keep him in his arms all the way down to the seventh floor.
"Sir—"
"Jimin, stop talking," Jeongguk responded, giving him a firm glance before starting to descend the stairs steadily.
If Jimin was attracted to Jeongguk before, now his infatuation with the older was over the roof. Where was he going to find another man who could carry him for long minutes without breaking a sweat? Jimin sighed as he shamelessly leaned his head on Jeongguk’s shoulder, hand cradling his stray shoe as he discreetly inhaled Jeongguk’s expensive perfume.
If Jimin thought Jeongguk had changed, he couldn't have been more wrong. Though over the last two days Jeongguk didn't send Jimin around on the other floors or to get coffee from across the road thrice, it didn't mean he was safe from Jeongguk’s revenge. The CEO, in fact, had resorted to something else, more impegnative.
"All of this?" Jimin asked, dread filling his voice as he stared at the huge archive filled with files, documents, and heavy-labeled cartons.
Jeongguk hid his smirk before replying, "Yes, it's not much," a clear lie because the room filled with the Jeon Enterprise history on ink was definitely too much. He had felt bad and guilty for a while, but that didn't mean he had forgiven Jimin for leaving him. Jimin eyed the shelves crowded with business material with a worried expression because he was in for a long ride; this would take him hours, if not days.
"I want them in alphabetical order of events," Jeongguk explained, smiling in victory at Jimin's frowning face. He'd love to kiss the blonde's pout away, but he was one petty being which didn't allow him to give in before making sure Jimin remembered him and regretted leaving him.
It was his character; he couldn't help being the way he was. To be fair, he wasn't one to indulge in many words, to try to be friendly or nice with his subordinates. His personality was exceptionally cold to new people, and he didn't care about how he was perceived by others. His friends understood him, and for them, he was pleasant company, and that was enough for him. He didn't need anybody else's input in his life, since the empire and the reputation he had built were for his own satisfaction and not meant to become a hot topic on the world's tongue. He was, by default, like that.
However, taking a liking towards Jimin had made him even worse. At first, he had planned on making Jimin stand by the printer all day and have him make copies of useless documents, but then the scene he had come across a couple of times the last two days flashed in his mind – Yoongi and Jimin chatting by the printer.
Apparently, they were now friends, and Jeongguk didn't have a particular issue with that. However, seeing Jimin smile widely with eyes turning into half moons at someone that wasn't him made his blood boil. Yoongi had been his friend for years, and he didn't have a complex with him. Still, watching Jimin laugh heartily with him, face beaming, drove him insane. Jimin would be smiling in contentment with him, leaning his weight on him when he lost his balance while laughing, had he not left two weeks ago. Jimin also tried to look mature around him, nodding to his every request, going "yessir" every time, while he glowed with boyishness around Yoongi. He let his brattiness slip sometimes, but he kept himself in check most of the times. And that alone was reason enough for him to become petty and assign Jimin the archive organization to keep him under his eyes only.
Jimin nodded slowly and got to work, Jeongguk leaving with one last look. The blonde felt like losing his mind because he had no idea where to begin, given how all the files were black with golden printing on them. He eventually started, and the hours ticked fast, Jeongguk having come once to check up on him and telling him to take a break to eat lunch. Jimin nodded but gradually forgot about his break. He had always been the type to get engrossed in his tasks. He was a perfectionist since his middle school days and was on a mission to prove to Jeongguk that he could do it.
His stomach rumbled a couple of times, and Jimin kept making unfulfilled promises of taking a break after each time. His legs hurt from walking around, arranging the files, climbing the ladder to reach the higher shelves. His arms too were close to giving up on him after spending hours doing the same robotic gesture of settling the vaults into their right alphabetical order. He had reached the letter 'N' when he gradually started to feel faint, his mind clouding a little as he tried hard to focus again. He had only a little more to go to complete his task, but his energy was failing him since he had worked on an empty stomach all day, his last meal having been yesterday’s dinner given how he had been late this morning to work to have breakfast. Theoretically, he wasn’t exactly late, but it was required of him to clock into work before Jeongguk, which wasn’t difficult, but the seven floors he had to climb each day were.
"Jimin? It’s 8 o’clock, why are you still here?" The door opened, Jeongguk appearing from behind it, clad in his black suit, looking confused. Jimin too was puzzled before he remembered how Jeongguk had told him to clock off at 5, and how he had just nodded even back then, too fixated on his mission to complete everything perfectly within the day.
"Oh sir, I still have just a little bit more to do," Jimin looked up at him from where he was sitting on the floor arranging the bottom shelves.
"Leave it, you can continue tomorrow," Jeongguk said firmly, approaching him.
"Just a little bit more," Jimin insisted, making a motion to stand up on his wobbly legs.
"I’m almost…" His vision blurred as he swayed, trying to formulate words but his own voice felt distant.
"Jimin?" Jeongguk asked, his voice closer than it was seconds before. Jimin tried to balance himself by reaching a hand out to grasp onto anything.
"Fuck, Jimin," his sight was littered with dots before everything went black, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“—Min,” before he could fall, Jeongguk held his reached out hand tightly, pulling Jimin’s dead weight against his body and preventing him from falling, the blonde’s cheek coming to rest on the strong chest.
Jeongguk was panicking, one arm wrapped tightly around the blonde’s waist and the other cradling his lolling head close to him. He kept calling his name before deciding to pick him up in his arms carefully and heading to his office. He laid Jimin down carefully on the grey sofa in his office before lifting the blonde’s legs to let blood flow steadily into his upper body and bring him to consciousness. Jeongguk crouched on the floor next to Jimin and held his hand, rubbing it between his own to bring him warmth. He wasn’t experienced in aiding people in cases of fainting, but he did know the basics, though that didn’t seem enough in that moment because seeing Jimin’s pale face and anemic lips made his mind short-circuit with panic.
He eyed Jimin for what felt like forever, thinking of what else he could do to help the younger when Jimin finally opened his eyes slowly. Jeongguk immediately jumped from his squatting position on the floor to help Jimin sit up, slowly putting his legs down. He then moved to retrieve a water bottle from his desk before offering it to a confused-looking Jimin, who took it in his trembling hands.
“Drink it slowly,” he said, watching Jimin fumble with the bottle clumsily. Jimin tried to find the strength in himself to hold the bottle properly without jostling it in his shaky hands, failing miserably, before Jeongguk took it from his grasp gently and held it in his own. Jimin’s eyes fluttered to look up at him, seeing Jeongguk’s concerned expression before the older took a seat next to him, positioning the bottle close to his lips and motioning Jimin to drink.
Jimin felt shy at the attention he was receiving from the older, but he ignored his timidity and drank slowly, unknowingly placing his own cold hand on top of Jeongguk’s warm one.
When he felt sated enough, he let go, Jeongguk closing the bottle quickly before standing up, “Did you eat?” his voice was stern, filling the room with tension and making Jimin nervous.
“I, um, forgot,” Jimin mumbled hushedly, looking down at his hands to avoid meeting Jeongguk's gaze.
"What was that?" Jeongguk retorted, wanting Jimin to speak louder.
"I... I forgot."
"Jimin, look at me when I'm talking to you," Jeongguk said sternly, his polished black shoes coming into Jimin's line of vision as he stepped closer.
"How can you forget?" he asked firmly, his voice raising and edging on anger at Jimin's careless behavior towards his own health.
"I'm sorry, I was too focused, I— I’m sorry" the blonde mumbled, now looking up with eyes brimming with tears that he tried hard to conceal. Jimin wasn't a crybaby, but he wasn't used to having anyone raise their voice at him. Nor was he accustomed to failing to complete his tasks diligently, like he had with the archive. These two factors, combined with his hunger and his piling mood swings from when he had first started working, caused the final outburst he was trying so hard to hold back.
Jeongguk's resolve faltered at seeing Jimin's sweet face wearing a sad expression. He had much more to say, but he didn't want to make Jimin cry. Eyes softening, he sat down again next to Jimin again, who kept looking at him with the same expression. He knew the younger was trying hard to control his tears, so with a soft sigh, he opened his arms, inviting Jimin into them.
Jimin lowered his gaze to Jeongguk's open arms, then turned it back to his face. For a moment, he felt stupid, assuming Jimin wouldn't jump into the arms of his boss, especially one who had been nothing but intimidating. However, in the next moment, Jeongguk found his arms full of the blonde, who was crying and hiding in his neck. Truth was Jimin didn't find him as intimidating as the first day, and he wasn't scared of him anymore. More than scared, he had always been attracted to him. So, it came naturally to him to jump into Jeongguk's arms now that he had the opportunity to see the older’s caring side once again.
Jeongguk shushed him softly, rubbing his back in gentle motions and letting Jimin cry it out. The younger had one arm wrapped around Jeongguk's waist and one resting on his chest, and Jeongguk felt over the moon being so close to Jimin once more. Maybe revenge wasn't the best way to make Jimin remember their night together because clearly, being gentle and caring with him worked more efficiently. Though, more than remember, he wanted to know why Jimin had left that morning.
"Tae, do you think he has a personality disorder or something?" Jimin asked, lifting his head from his best friend’s lap to look at him.
"What personality disorder?" Taehyung looked down at him, astonished, turning his attention away from the TV.
"Stop worrying your pretty little head about it. He's totally fine," he concluded, plopping popcorn in his mouth as he chewed.
"He's the devil incarnate, he's not fine," Jimin asserted, determined to make his point. "He's crazy, I'm telling you! I feel like he hates me sometimes," Jimin pouted, then turned to the TV screen.
"Didn't you say he was so hot and sexy and caring like two days ago? When you had that little dinner date?" Taehyung scoffed, stuffing his hand full of popcorn again.
"It was not a date," Jimin sat up, eyes narrowed, and swatted Taehyung's hand away from the bucket of snacks.
"Seemed like a date to me," Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly.
“Eat more," Jeongguk stated before placing some meat chunks from his own portion to Jimin's. Jimin beamed at him, basking in the act of service Jeongguk was unknowingly doing. After having cried and wet Jeongguk's shirt with tears, the latter had taken him to a drive-through so he could eat to his heart's content.
"Thank you," Jimin replied, smiling widely and stuffing his mouth with tteokbokki afterwards. There was already enough food for him, but Jeongguk kept adding more as they sat in the older's car, eating in privacy. Jeongguk's heart skipped a beat at seeing Jimin smile at him like that for the first time, and he couldn't help but stare as the younger ate peacefully. He bit his own lip, smiling bashfully before turning his face to the other side, trying to hide his flustered expression.
"I wish it was," Jimin retorted, rubbing his face in frustration. "What if he's mean to me again tomorrow?" he asked, biting his lip in worry, watching Taehyung snort at his antics, only paying attention to eating.
"Tae," Jimin whined, launching himself at his best friend and tackling him on the sofa.
Taehyung laughed before threading a hand in his hair and muttering, "Sit on his desk naked and ju— ouch," Jimin pinched his side hard, making him stop in his words.
Jimin felt nervous to see Jeongguk again after Friday, not knowing what equation they'd have now. However, he had nothing to worry about since Jeongguk didn't assign him any exhausting task and kept him close during his meetings. Just when he thought things were going his way, Jeongguk proved him wrong by snapping at him out of nowhere.
"Jimin," he heard his name being called loudly, making him jump in his seat. All heads turned toward Jeongguk, including his own, confused by the sudden call.
"If you're here to play around, you can leave," Jeongguk's eyes bored into his own, a flicker of annoyance in them, and Jimin felt confused at the outburst. His eyes met Yoongi's again, as he had been smiling and mouthing 'how’s Holly?' at him seconds before, in search of help.
"Enough. Jimin, leave," Jeongguk's voice boomed again voice laced with evident anger, and Jimin stood up puzzled before leaving the meeting room, confused and angry. He should have known Jeongguk was going to be like this; he truly is the devil incarnate. Half the workday passed in a sour mood, Jimin glaring at Jeongguk any chance he got and complaining about the older's behavior to Seokjin at lunchtime.
"What is he so hot for?" Jimin whined, stabbing his food with the spoon, "He's so perfect, handsome, his body—totally my type," he continued, Seokjin looking at him sympathetically.
"But then he opens his mouth," Jimin stuffed his mouth with rice, chewing angrily.
"Hyung, I'm so done with him. He's so annoying, are you sure he's your friend?" Jimin asked, eyeing Seokjin suspiciously because the two were really different. Seokjin was gentle and kind, always so caring, like a big brother. He cracked dad jokes very often, which could be a red flag, but other than that, he was an angel. On the other hand, Jeongguk... well, Jeongguk was the devil incarnate.
"What's his problem, literally?" he huffed, not giving Seokjin a chance to speak up.
"All he does is complain and give orders around—"
Seokjin tried to interrupt him before he could say anything else, but Jimin was on a quest to pour his heart out, "Jimin, I don't think—"
"No, hyung! Who does he think he is? Such a stuck-up!" Seokjin looked past Jimin, his face paling, seeing already where the scene was heading.
"Jimin—"
"I'm sure he's bipolar because who behaves like that? He acts like he has a pole stuck up his ass and don’t get me started on—"
"Jimin!" Seokjin finally managed to stop the younger's monologue. Jimin stared confused at him before following his line of vision and seeing Jeongguk behind him. Dread washed over him as he gulped, thankful he didn't have any food in his mouth or he would have started choking.
"In my office, now," Jeongguk commanded, his face impassive as he stared blankly at Jimin one time before leaving. Jimin stared at the older's back, frozen in his spot, before dashing up the stairs to avoid digging his own grave further. Jimin made it to the office, breath short from how he had run for the length of seven floors to avoid making Jeongguk wait and spike his anger further.
He closed the door behind him before rushing to explain as he paced back and forth, "I didn't mean that - no, I mean I did," he said, fumbling with his words.
"Like I did but not really?" He stopped his pacing back and forth, seeing Jeongguk sitting on the leather chair behind the desk, manspreading, which made his insides tingle, feeling more agitated.
"Go ahead, Jimin. I'd like to hear more," Jeongguk stared at him, tongue poking in the cheek and jaw set. Jimin felt flustered because how could anyone look this hot while angry? He wondered if this could be labelled as a kink.
"Sir, I didn't—"
"What else is wrong with me, Jimin? What else am I, hmm?" Jeongguk leaned back in the chair, back resting on the leather material behind, eyes still boring into Jimin's as he crossed his arms over his chest. Jimin's gaze shifted from the clothed muscular chest to Jeongguk's blank face to the manspreading position, and all Jimin could think about was how he belonged between those spread legs.
"That's not all I said!" he exclaimed, huffing, trying to shake his unholy thoughts out of his mind, coming to stand closer to the glass desk.
"Jimin," Jeongguk tried to warn him not to change the topic and own up to his words, but he was already far too gone in an attempt to explain himself.
"I also said you're hot and handsome!" the blonde started listing, his own words not registering before they left his mouth. "You have those huge biceps I could swing on, those lip piercings that are so sexy I wonder what they'd feel like when kissing," he continued rambling, not realizing how straightforward he was being and how instead of saving himself from Jeongguk's wrath for badmouthing him, he was creating a bigger problem for himself. Jeongguk looked at him, mouth ajar, and eyes fluttering repeatedly as if to confirm that the scene unfolding in front of him wasn't a fragment of his imagination.
"You know how hot it was when you carried me down the stairs so easily?" he kept rambling while gesturing wildly, eyes wide and sparkling to convey his sincerity.
"And don't get me started on your thighs. I just know they're so muscular! Oh, and your cock I bet it's huge. It could rail me six ways t—" Jimin stopped himself, eyes wide as saucers, and mouth hung open as he reminisced his words, mortification and panic filling him. He flushed red down to his neck before bowing deeply.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he said embarrassed before standing straight again and continuing to speak as Jeongguk stood up and approached him, now looking amused.
"Jimin."
"I really—" the door opened loudly, making both their heads turn toward Namjoon standing beside it.
"Mr. Xu is here for the meeting," he said, smiling like his usual self, dimples showing as he looked between a flustered Jimin and a furious Jeongguk. Namjoon seemed oblivious to the tension, confusion washing over him as he saw Jeongguk throwing daggers his way. He just shrugged, coming in to take Jeongguk and drag him to the meeting room, Jimin trailing behind them at a safe distance.
Jimin felt embarrassed to no end because there was no way he could mend this mistake. He tried to brainstorm an idea to explain his out-of-line behavior for both badmouthing and thirsting after Jeongguk. So much for trying to look mature; he smacked his forehead for talking too much as usual, before he started distributing the meeting documents around the room filled with responsibles from each department. He smiled at the ones he knew like Seokjin and Yoongi before taking his seat beside Jeongguk, keeping his eyes strictly on the paper, not daring to look towards the older sitting at the head of the desk.
Mr. Xu sat opposite him, and Jimin smiled at him, not expecting to see somebody so young and unique in front of him. He had thought this business owner everyone had talked about for a whole week was some old man, not a redhead with tiny frogs painted on his nails and a knitted see-through sweater. Jimin looked at him with admiration in his eyes as he took in his immaculate vibe. He looked nothing like a businessman, but apparently, he was a big deal in China. Sensing the stare on him, the redhead waved at him softly before smiling once again, to which Jimin replied with a wide grin, momentarily forgetting about his mishap minutes before.
Wanting to pay attention to the meeting and not be kicked out like earlier that day, he turned his gaze to the notebook and business papers in front of him on the table before he caught a glimpse of Jeongguk rolling his sleeves up. Jimin had noticed a few tattoos on his hand, but what he didn’t expect was a full sleeve of them. Jimin loved tattoos, having a few of them himself, but seeing Jeongguk’s arm filled with them made him thirstier than before. His eyes zeroed in on them, contemplating each design and pattern in awe, recognizing a microphone, a tiger lily, and a snake. They looked so beautiful, and Jimin made a mental note of looking at them closely some other time, if he managed not to get fired, as he turned his attention to the documents and heard Jeongguk start discussing the proposal offered by Mr. Xu.
Tiger lily.
Jimin stopped from where he was taking notes of the negotiation before his mind supplied the same words: tiger lily. His eyes widened as he snapped his attention back to Jeongguk’s tattoos, scanning the red tiger lily on the older’s arm—the same he had seen on his hookup’s arm. Flashbacks clouded his mind as he ran his eyes over every tattoo, confirming that it was indeed the same tattoo sleeve his one-night stand had been wearing. Shocked, he lifted his gaze to Jeongguk’s face, his heart beating faster by the second.
Jeongguk hadn’t mentioned anything, so maybe he didn’t remember too? Jimin grabbed his head in his hands, feeling lost and not knowing what to do with the information. Sure, he had been dying of curiosity to know who his hookup was, but he didn’t expect it to be his boss. Murphy’s law hit him back in full force because if he thought that hooking up with somebody and not remembering a single bit of it was bad, then finding out it had been his boss all along was worse.
Jeongguk looked at the blonde once, Jimin's head cradled in his hands with a frown on his face, but he paid it no mind, keeping the meeting going. Some other time he would have scolded him for not paying attention, but he didn’t have it in him as he thought about how Jimin was probably still embarrassed by his thirsty confession.
Jimin was still not in his right mind by the time the meeting ended two hours later, bidding goodbye to Mr. Xu, forcing a smile towards him since the chinese CEO had been nothing but kind to him. He bit his lip as Jeongguk ordered him to follow him to his office again, his head a mess from how all he could think about was his discovery.
As the door of the office closed behind him, he voiced out his concern, no longer able to wait, "I—do I look familiar to you?" he blurted out, looking nervously at the older.
Jeongguk raised an eyebrow at the question, having expected anything but that given their last conversation, "What?" he asked, confused, stopping in his tracks a couple of steps ahead and away from Jimin.
"I mean," Jimin bit his lips before inhaling shakily, "do I look familiar? Have you seen me before?" he concluded anxiously, fiddling with his fingers as he looked up at Jeongguk. The older furrowed his eyebrows, taking in Jimin's nervousness and realizing quickly that it wasn't due to his unfiltered confession. He scanned Jimin from head to toe, trying to find a reason behind Jimin's weird behavior before it suddenly clicked in his mind. Did Jimin know? Could he remember finally?
"Why?" he asked, jaw clenched and eyes firm, taking one step closer to Jimin.
"I—I just… because?" Jimin retorted, his voice hushed and breathy, feeling cornered. Though that wasn't the answer Jeongguk wanted to hear, as it only proceeded to ignite anger in him.
“Why, Jimin?” he gritted out, stepping closer until he was all in Jimin’s space.
“Are you trying to confirm whether I remember or not?” He grabbed Jimin’s arms, the younger looking up at him shocked, plum lips ajar as if not expecting this outcome.
"Now that you recall everything, to see if I don’t so you can move on and pretend nothing happened?" he spat out, pulling Jimin impossibly closer, their chests brushing against one another. The latter gulped at the closeness and the tension surrounding them.
"You do?" Jimin whispered back, surprised at the revelation. "But you didn’t say anything!" he retorted, now annoyed, trying to push Jeongguk away but failing given their size difference.
"Who was I supposed to tell? The guy that left or the guy that didn’t recognize me?" Jeongguk raised his voice, his hold on Jimin’s arm getting stronger, and his eyes accusing. Jimin's own anger deflated, recognizing how he was in the wrong. He looked down at his black oxfords.
"I'm sorry," he said hushedly, expecting Jeongguk to burst again, but instead came a frustrated, "Why did you leave?" Jimin looked up hesitantly, finding it hard to meet Jeongguk’s eyes.
"I was so drunk, I couldn’t remember a single thing," he whispered, embarrassed at his own antics. Jeongguk's hold turned soft on his arms as he was pulled closer, this time gently.
“You said you had two drinks,” Jeongguk retorted, quoting what Jimin had probably said while drunk, which made Jimin flush even harder in shame as he mumbled, looking down again, “…I can’t hold my alcohol at all.”
Jeongguk sighed, his grip on Jimin loosening as he listened to the explanation, "But why exactly did you leave?" he questioned again, not satisfied by the answer.
"I was embarrassed because I really couldn’t recall a thing, and I didn’t know how to say it out loud to you without looking stupid. You’re my first night stand, I-I didn’t know how to react. I was scared," Jimin rambled, his voice muffling as he hid his flustered face in Jeongguk’s chest. At that, Jeongguk could finally breathe calmly, having received the answer he had been looking for the past three weeks. So, Jimin did actually like him; he hadn't left because he was unsatisfied or regretful of their encounter once sober. He cradled Jimin’s hair softly before hugging him and planting a gentle kiss on his temple.
Dating Jeongguk was like fulfilling his lifelong dream because the older embodied his every wish in a partner. First of all, he was a CEO, and Jimin was the assistant, and that alone made him squeal in bed for hours because it was just like the cliche romance novels he read. Getting to experience the real thing was even better than just reading because what's better than the big, cold CEO falling for the sweetheart assistant? Second, Jeongguk was so dreamy and caring. Surprisingly, he was a puppy who liked to follow him around for attention under his cold facade, and Jimin gladly gave it to him any time. He was the clingy, physically touch-driven lover who couldn't keep his hands to himself whenever Jimin was around, and it was so endearing Jimin couldn't even pretend to hate it. He himself was a hopeless romantic, so it only made him sigh dreamily at the thought of having found someone more hopeless in love than him. And lastly, Jeongguk definitely had railed him six ways to Sundays in the last two weeks whenever he got the chance, making sure Jimin not only remembered each second of it but also stayed in the morning as they cuddled together.
Just now, Jimin was savoring another romance novel on his day off, laying on his tummy on the sofa and swinging his feet in the air as he swooned over the male lead, when his doorbell suddenly rang.
He sat up, placing the book down, not expecting any visitors, looking at the door. He shrugged, thinking it was Taehyung, while making his way to the entrance, sock-clad feet padding on the cold floor. He pulled the doorknob, expecting to see his best friend, but instead, he met his boyfriend's happy doe eyes.
"H-hyung?" Jimin voiced out, surprised since Jeongguk had told him last night he would be busy with some private meetings and wouldn't be able to spend time together.
"Hi, baby," Jeongguk smiled charmingly before leaning in to wrap the younger in his arms. "I missed you," he whispered before pecking Jimin a couple of times on the lips. Jimin reciprocated, hiding his face in the crook of the older's neck and inhaling his soft perfume.
"Missed you too," he mumbled, snuggling close before parting abruptly, remembering what he looked like.
"Hyung, what are you doing here?" His hands pushed on Jeongguk's chest before trying to hide and conceal his messy attire. Biting his lips, cheeks flushing red, he made an attempt to pull his oversized jumper down a bit. He cursed himself for opening the door without checking who it was beforehand. They had now been dating for two weeks, but Jimin had always tried to look his best in front of Jeongguk, all in vain he realized as he fiddled from one foot to the other, embarrassed, pushing his chunky black glasses, too big for his small face, up the bridge of his nose. Here he was dressed in just an oversize red and yellow jumper and boxers, while Jeongguk looked like a model with his leather jacket, black turtleneck, baggy jeans over combat shoes.
Jeongguk simply looked at him like he was some deity before smiling blindly. "Just when I thought you couldn't look cuter," he leaned in, taking Jimin's hands in his own, from where the younger was trying to hide his attire, before kissing his forehead.
"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered, eyeing the way Jimin's cheeks flushed with color even more. He crouched down a little to lift Jimin, arms wrapping around the younger's thighs before launching inside, the door closing loudly behind. Jimin squealed and laughed wholeheartedly before swatting softly at Jeongguk's shoulder when he was finally thrown on the sofa, Jeongguk coming to lay on him and pepper his face with kisses.
The blonde giggled, hands finding their way to cup Jeongguk's cheeks, eyes crinkling in crescents as he leaned to kiss the older with a loud and wet smack. Jeongguk hummed in the kiss before hiding in Jimin's neck, lips grazing the skin softly before stating, "I ended the meeting early. I wanted to see my pretty little baby."
In that moment, Jimin sensed the three infamous words building on his tongue, but he didn't dare voicing them out, thinking that it was still too early to be saying that. He kissed Jeongguk's hair before hugging him close, wondering how lucky he had gotten with Jeongguk. He had found somebody who relished in holding his hand alone, somebody that put him before his work after having been obsessed with his career all life, somebody that looked at him as if he had personally hung the stars in the sky.
Jeongguk wasn't only cute but also horny all the time, no matter the place. His priority didn't lie in work anymore; instead, it was on getting his fill of Jimin.
"Hyuung," Jimin whined, trying to get Jeongguk to focus on business, but the latter was too engrossed in trailing kisses on the nape of Jimin's neck.
"Hyung, we have to work." Jimin turned around, now caged between the glass desk behind him and Jeongguk's arms at both his sides.
Jeongguk nodded, staring at him with a lost expression before rasping out, "I am."
He kissed Jimin's lips open before dipping his head to leave a path of wet kisses from Jimin's jawline to the column of the neck. He bit down gently on the skin, feeling Jimin shudder and gasp before whining, "No, you're not! Hyung, we're in the office."
Nobody knew about their relationship status yet, Jeongguk, deeply smitten with Jimin, found himself yearning to shout their relationship from the rooftops, eager to share their joy with the world. His heart swelled with pride whenever he was near Jimin, and he wanted everyone to know that this incredible person was his. However, Jimin, ever thoughtful and aware of the potential scrutiny that could arise from their differing positions, was more cautious. He feared that people might perceive him as taking advantage of Jeongguk's position as the CEO. The internal conflict between their genuine affection for each other and the external perceptions weighed heavily on Jimin. He cherished their private moments but hesitated to expose their love to the public eye, afraid of being misunderstood or judged.
"Nobody can come inside without my approval," Jeongguk retorted immediately, his hot breath brushing over the blonde’s skin, making Jimin’s insides tingle. With one hand, Jeongguk pulled Jimin flush against his own growing hot body, pushing his growing boner against the smaller, the other hand still resting on the desk behind the younger.
He tilted his head down to look at Jimin before capturing the plush lips in his own and exploring his mouth with his tongue, his hand sliding from Jimin’s waist to his ass before digging into the pants-covered skin and squeezing. He bit Jimin’s bottom lip after sucking on it, a broken moan suddenly leaving the blonde, head hung back. Gaining composure, he pushed Jeongguk back a little bit, their lips parting with a sheen of saliva on them.
"We can't," his voice was breathy and heavy with want, their eyes both clouded with lust. Jeongguk wanted to retort before he was stopped by Jimin pushing at his chest so he could step back. Confusedly, he took two steps back, Jimin now dropping to his knees in front of him.
Jeongguk stared in awe at how sinful Jimin looked kneeling before him, eyes wide and twinkling, lips being bitten red, and a deep flush on his cheeks while he worked on Jeongguk's navy blue slacks, trying to pull them down just enough.
If he had been sporting a semi before, now he was rock hard, gulping loudly at the scene in front of him. Jimin managed to pull the slacks down along with the black Calvins, now staring at the enormous cock in front of him, making him almost cross-eyed. He salivated at the sight of the angry red length, slapping against Jeongguk’s abdomen. He eyed with interest the veins running down the girthy meat, taking in the heavy balls at the base and the bulbous head at the top shining with viscous precum. Jimin pulled his own thighs close, trying to ease the building tightness around his crotch.
“Baby — fuck,” Jeongguk hissed when the blonde wrapped his small hand around the skin, not managing to close around it. Jeongguk’s chest heaved, feeling himself twitch in Jimin’s hands at their size difference. Jimin cautiously flicked his wrist up and down the length with difficulty since his hand couldn’t envelop the whole girth of the member.
His own tongue felt heavy in his mouth, wanting to get a taste of the slicked, meaty shaft. He surged forward to do so, knees digging into the pavement underneath. He licked his lips once before tentatively sticking his tongue out to glide it against the tip. He proceeded to lick a fat stripe along the whole length before sneaking his tongue inside the opening, making Jeongguk inhale sharply at the action. He grinned smugly before engulfing the tip inside his mouth and suckling on it. Jeongguk sighed in contentment, reaching out to fist Jimin’s hair gently.
Jimin clenched his own thighs, the reaction from the older man tickling his praise kink as he wiggled his ass before coming closer. One hand rested on Jeongguk’s clothed thigh, and the other circled around the hot and pulsing cock. He glided further down the length, letting it rest deeper inside his mouth. He started bobbing his head rhythmically, pulling off once in a while to suckle on the heavy full balls and lick his way up to suck on the mushroomy head again. He felt his own cock leak precum in the tightness of his boxers as he took the whole length down his throat once again, humming at the sensation. The vibration of his voice made Jeongguk throw his head back, unconsciously thrusting forward with his hips and making Jimin choke for an instant.
Sensing Jimin’s velvety throat constrict around his girth, he tried to pull back, stopping when Jimin placed both his hands on each of his thighs to make him stay in place, inviting him to fuck his mouth.
"Fucking hell," he gritted out, voice laced with need, looking down at Jimin's doe eyes staring up at him, plump reddish lips wrapped around him. Gulping down the knot formed in his own throat, he thrusted inside once tentatively, to confirm whether Jimin was truly okay with it or not.
Jimin moaned, bobbing his head slightly, mouth stuffed with his cock, and he decided to take things further. Pulling on Jimin's blonde locks, he pushed the smaller man further down his length, eliciting a choked noise from Jimin's throat. The blonde's nose was now resting on his pelvis, Jeongguk's whole cock hidden snugly inside his mouth as he inhaled shakily, the shaft having hit the back of his throat.
Jeongguk started pistoning his hips inside, hard and firmly, savoring the wet heat around him. Gurgling sounds echoed in the office, and Jimin was glad the whole building was soundproof, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment and arousal. Jeongguk used his mouth now wildly, holding Jimin's head in place as he used him like a fleshlight. The thought only made Jimin's dick throb more intensely, a suffocated whimper leaving him and causing Jeongguk to snap his hips harder.
He fucked inside wantonly, his hand gripping now tightly on Jimin's hair as the latter could only roll his eyes back—his own mind being stimulated by the way he was being exploited for the older man's need. Jeongguk narrowed his eyes in pleasure, zaps of building climax thrumming in his abdomen, never taking them off of Jimin. He was entranced by the filthy sight of the younger's wet lips, drool and precum slipping past them down his chin, a blissed expression on his face. Lax in his hold, Jimin's eyes started glistening with tears that slid past the corner of his eyes, and that only made Jeongguk's dick twitch, gaze heated with never-ending lust.
He drilled inside faster, his thrusts so hard he was sure Jimin's throat would be sore for days. However, the latter stayed rooted in his place, letting Jeongguk manhandle him as he desired. All he could think about was how he was being fucked stupid, gurgling uselessly around the intrusion shoved inside. A sudden orgasm ripped from him, making him moan and choke around Jeongguk's dick. His vision blanked, losing sense of his surroundings, his mouth still being abused causing him to release gooey spurts inside his soiled boxers. Coming down from his high, he relaxed his throat, trying to make the slide easier as Jeongguk's hastened pace slowed gradually, thrusts turning few as grunts left his mouth.
"Ah, fuck," he groaned, snapping his hips forward sloppily one last time, grasping now at Jimin's nape, pulsing shaft shoved inside snugly to the hilt. He held Jimin in place, nose against his pubic bone, cock twitching once before releasing the first drop of cum followed by thick ropes of it. Jimin coughed and spluttered against it, fighting for air as he was forced to swallow the copious load shooting down his throat. He tried to gulp it down as much as he could, some of it slipping past his plump lips, his mouth being filled again after one swallowing motion. Jeongguk muttered curses under his breath, unloading himself completely before releasing his hold on Jimin's nape, sighing heavily. Jimin wasn't done, though, hungry for praises as he cleaned Jeongguk's cock from remnants of sticky release, collecting it with tiny licks in his mouth before Jeongguk's big hand wrapped around his throat, and he was pulled up on his feet, the string of saliva connecting the older's cock and his lips breaking. Standing at eye level, he met Jeongguk's smitten and intense gaze confusedly, mouth slightly filled with cum when he was suddenly pulled closer, parted lips smashing against Jeongguk's.
He moaned into the kiss, cum slipping from his mouth to Jeongguk's in surprise, and Jeongguk slurped it up without hesitation. He should have known Jeongguk was the type not to shy away from kissing his own load into his own mouth from Jimin's. Breaking the kiss, Jimin looked at his boyfriend with a hazy gaze, still battling with the aftershocks of his own orgasm, cheeks a deeper shade of red. Jeongguk scanned his face, grinning and biting his lips, prodding Jimin to shy away into his neck, hands pawing at his Armani shirt, and weight resting almost completely on the older, given his wobbly legs.
"Hyung, my pants," he whined, complaining about his soiled pants, a wet patch sticky with release clinging to his skin and making him uncomfortable. Jeongguk just laughed, arms wrapping around the blonde's waist as he inhaled Jimin's shampoo.
"Do you know he has a boyfriend, right?" Jeongguk huffed, pretending to look engrossed in some files not to let his jealousy transcend through his words. Jimin just hummed, sitting in the spinning chair next to him, reviewing a presentation.
Jeongguk embodied the jealous type, unable to detach from his competitiveness, whether in work matters or the private sphere. Even ordinary conversations felt like a silent competition for Jimin's attention, and Jeongguk couldn't help but experience a possessive tug. The professional demeanor he typically wore with ease wavered, laying bare the vulnerability of a man deeply in love.
Jimin, blissfully unaware of the internal struggle within Jeongguk, continued to navigate the workplace with his usual charm. The radiant energy that effortlessly drew people in only intensified the CEO's possessive instincts. Despite the turmoil, Jeongguk maintained a composed exterior, knowing that Jimin deserved a life beyond the boundaries of their shared moments.
"Do you know you have a boyfriend?" he asked, preening at the blonde from the corner of his eyes. Once again, Jimin hummed, and the lack of reaction sent his resolution to control his jealousy out the window. He smacked the pen on the table, turning Jimin's chair towards him - the blonde startled at the sudden movement.
"How could you flirt with him in front of me?" Jeongguk asked, bewildered. Jimin, rather amused at his meltdown, smacked him on the chest before giggling, "I just mentioned that I think his dimples are cute!"
"You never call me cute," the older replied pointedly, arms crossed.
"It's almost as if you told me you don't want to be called cute," Jimin singsonged before pinching Jeongguk's cheek.
"I want to be called cute now!" he exclaimed, frowning. Jimin bit his bottom lip to prevent a coo from leaving his mouth as he stood up, one knee perched on the side of Jeongguk's thigh resting on the leather chair. He cupped the older’s cheeks, squishing them a little before leaning down to kiss his forehead, smitten.
Jimin, once a firm believer in Murphy's Law, where everything that can go wrong will go wrong and worse, had a paradigm shift. The revelation that his one-night stand turned out to be his boss, Jeongguk, should have been a catastrophe according to the notorious law. However, instead of things getting worse, they took an unexpected turn for the better. In the midst of the chaos, Jimin found not only professional stability but also the blossoming of love with Jeongguk. The universe seemed to defy its own rules, almost as if having moved for the both of them.
"You're the cutest," he whispered, lips stretched in a wide smile, his heart eyes mirroring Jeongguk's sparkling ones. He leaned in to sweetly kiss away the pout, feeling the cold lip piercing against his skin.
After a day of subtle competition and lingering possessiveness in the office, Jeongguk found solace in the tranquility of his home. In the quietude of the penthouse, Jeongguk couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing him closer to Jimin. The competitive edge melted away, replaced by a gentle longing. With a tender touch, he wrapped his arms around Jimin tighter, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The warmth of their shared breaths mingled in the stillness of the sunrise. The soft glow of early rays framed a serene backdrop for the couple. Nestled in the luxurious embrace of the bed, the outside world seemed to fade away.
Gently pulling Jimin flush against his chest, Jeongguk planted tender kisses on the crown of his head. Each kiss carried an unspoken promise – a promise of protection, love, and a shared journey. The room was filled with a quiet intimacy, atmosphere painted a serene tableau outside, mirroring the peace that enveloped the couple.
As Jimin rested into a peaceful slumber, Jeongguk couldn't resist placing soft kisses on his forehead and along the tattooed back, almost mapping out the moon phases. The warmth of their shared space, both physical and emotional, cocooned them in a haven of domesticity. Jeongguk sleepily continued to press sweet kisses on Jimin's temple, savoring the delicate scent of love. Their breathing synchronized, creating a rhythmic melody that echoed the harmony within their hearts. The city below, starting to glow with its myriad lights, witnessed a blossoming love secluded in sugary and sweet kisses.