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“Get on top.”
Yoongi refrained from rolling his eyes as Ray flopped onto his back after the command. Still, Yoongi got up and swung a leg over the athlete’s hips, angling Ray’s dick and sitting down, sliding it in. Ray groaned and grabbed Yoongi’s hips, lazily bouncing him up and down on his cock.
Yoongi knew how this would go. The pro athlete would use a fifth of his muscles to haphazardly direct Yoongi to ride him, before leaving the rest to Yoongi. Sometimes if Yoongi was lucky, Ray would remember to make him cum and jerk the younger man off while Yoongi rode him to completion. However, most nights he just let Yoongi do all the work and passed out promptly after cumming, leaving Yoongi blue balls’d and thus jerking off later in the shower.
Sure enough, Ray held Yoongi’s hips tighter and held him down as he cursed, and Yoongi could feel the condom warm as Ray hit his climax without making sure Yoongi came too. The athlete used the last of his energy lifting Yoongi off and rolling him to the other side of the bed.
“Good job, you ride so well.” Ray said, patting Yoongi on the ass before removing his condom, flopping over and falling fast asleep.
Yoongi huffed, getting up to shower in Ray’s sauna-like bathroom, too disappointed to even jerk off. He’d hardly had a full boner for most of this, and he always wondered why he bothered coming over to Ray’s when this is usually how it ended up.
But truthfully, Yoongi knew exactly why he kept coming back: the attention. Yoongi could easily just jerk off at home to skip the hassle of prepping himself beforehand, driving to Ray’s expensive apartment, and dealing with the athlete’s obnoxious arrogance and big talk before inevitably making Yoongi do all the work then passing out—but that wouldn’t give Yoongi the high he was looking for.
Yoongi wanted to feel desired, he wanted someone to be yearning for his body and eager to exert their lustful urges on him. He wanted a lot more than what Ray could provide, but at least Ray wanted him enough to keep texting every other night. Yoongi winced at the thought of having to go back on Grinder and deal with heaps of creepy dudes refusing to take std tests and over sharing their weird fetishes within one conversation.
Even though Ray was boring, at least he got the job done, and Yoongi knew he was safe.
Yoongi decided to stop at the drugstore on the way home for some bottled coffee to take to work the next day. As usual, walking out of the store, he eyed the strip of shops across the street, specifically to gaze upon the one building that both intimidated and enticed him.
It was the building suspiciously in the middle of the strip, between a tattoo parlor and a fortune teller’s shop. The windows had sheer curtains drawn, and the lights inside illuminated the street with a red hue. There was always the muffled beat from the music seeping through the door, and the large glowing, cursive red letters on the building read “ Lipstick & Lace ” with bright red, puckered lips next to it as if inviting him in with a kiss.
Yoongi knew what it was. Anyone over the age of 21 knew what it was. Most people walked past, maybe giggling amongst their friends and joking about entering. Yoongi had never seen anyone go in through the main doors before, but he knew the club was active, for the silhouettes of women dancing on poles could always be seen through the thinly veiled windows.
Yoongi would stand before the club and stare for a few minutes, battling with his intrusive thoughts to get out of his car and march right over to the large black doors, use the silver knocker to announce his presence and investigate what he already knew was inside.
Then he remembered who he was, the boring job he had, his lack of expendable cash and lack of courage, and he’d turn the keys in the ignition and head home.
As he drove by, taking the last few glances at the building, he was lucky enough to catch the person he would see walking through the back of the club. Though the man wore a black surgical mask and a hat with the club’s logo on it, Yoongi could see the frame and build of the man.
He was tall, with broad shoulders and a generous layer of muscles, and tattoos along his left forearm. He walked with the confidence that made Yoongi certain he wasn’t a customer, but an employee—and it was pretty well known what employees at these types of clubs did for their profession.
Eventually, the man felt Yoongi’s gaze. He paused and looked up, his big eyes connecting with Yoongi’s for the first time ever. Though his nose and mouth were covered, Yoongi could sense the employee was smiling at him, smugly at that. Yoongi’s stomach flipped when the man winked at him, and nodded his head towards the building, as if giving Yoongi a nonverbal invitation to enter and explore.
Yoongi’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he hit the gas, speeding away from the building far above the speed limit. In his rear view mirror, he could see the man watching him from the street, and the movement of his shoulders indicated that he was laughing, no doubt thoroughly amused by Yoongi’s panicked reaction.
Yoongi felt his face heating up, and he knew his cheeks must be burning red from embarrassment. He probably looked like a scared deer caught in headlines, the way he nearly melted down from just making eye contact with the BDSM club employee. Sure, he’d snuck glances at the man as he drove by, but he’d never been caught staring like just now.
He made a mental note to go the scenic route home from Ray’s from hereon. No matter how intrigued Yoongi was by the building and how curious he was about what went on inside, he could never let that man catch him staring again. Even if it meant Yoongi would probably be thinking about the mysterious employee in the shower, he couldn’t risk further humiliation in how innocent he must have seemed as a grown man.
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Yoongi lifted his glasses, rubbing his face and trying to wake himself up. It was only three hours into his workday and he was already exhausted, ready to go home and turn in for the night. By that, he meant that he would go complain to Jin and Hoseok about his job over a drink at their apartment for a couple hours, then come home and lay in bed on his phone for another couple hours before finally falling asleep around midnight just to repeat the same cycle the next day.
Every morning when he peeled himself out of bed, he swore he was going to start going to bed earlier, along with drinking more water, eating healthier, and working out. Then the next morning he was downing coffee and eating the office donuts to get through the day, then flopping into bed that night without even drinking one full cup of water.
He saw how chipper and energized Hoseok and Jin were, being the health nuts together. But they had two things Yoongi didn’t: Motivation, and each other to keep accountable. Yoongi had neither a workout buddy nor any motivation, so he just relied on his fast metabolism and coffee to keep himself moving throughout the week—catching up on sleep over the weekends when he told himself he’d try to do fun activities instead.
“Yoongi?”
He removed his hands from his face and situated his glasses on his face properly before standing to turn and greet his manager. Except, instead of Yoongi’s eyes first landing on the balding man who cut his checks, he froze as he gazed upon the most beautiful man he’d ever seen.
Tall, caramel hair, strong eyebrows, sharp jawline, big, sultry eyes, and the most beautiful honey skin that glowed on his perfect face. The man analyzed Yoongi the same way, giving him a polite smile and exhibiting his pearly white teeth, though Yoongi could swear there was some mysterious glint to this man’s brown eyes that he couldn’t quite decipher.
“Yoongi, this is Taehyung, your new supervisor.” Alan introduced the two, looking back at the stunning man. “Taehyung, this is our IT technician, Min Yoongi.”
Yoongi was still processing Taehyung’s existence, while the trainee simply held out his hand for the older.
“Pleasure to meet you, Yoongi. I’m excited to be working with you.”
Yoongi was almost too entranced by the man’s deep, enticing voice to properly introduce himself. Once Taehyung’s hand was in front of him, Yoongi finally snapped into gear and reached out to grab the supervisor’s hand and shake in greeting.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” Yoongi said, noting how warm and large the younger’s hand was. “We’re excited to have you.”
“Yoongi knows the ins and outs of everything, I don’t know what I’d do without him.” Alan boasted about him to Taehyung, though Yoongi was fairly certain Alan didn’t even know what Yoongi did for his job. “Any questions, go to Yoongi. He’ll have the answer.”
Taehyung glanced at Alan, appearing as though he didn’t want to take his eyes off of Yoongi.
“Sounds good. I’m eager to get started.”
“I’ll leave you to it then.” Alan gave him a pat on the back before walking towards his office. “If you need me, come give me a holler.”
Alan couldn’t sound less sincere about that invitation if he tried. It was abundantly clear by the way he dropped Taehyung onto Yoongi without so much as a proper introduction, that Alan didn’t want to have much responsibility when it came to the new supervisor. This is how it usually was when it came to fresh hires—he’d dump them onto Yoongi, and then they would quit less than a year later when they realized how poorly the company was run.
Given how young Taehyung looked, Yoongi didn’t expect this guy to last more than two months. He’d probably quit after seeing the workload before he even got the chance to find out that the business was falling apart at the seams.
“So, Yoongi.” Taehyung started off. “How long have you been with the company?”
It was a bit unexpected for Taehyung to be the one starting off the conversation, given that Yoongi was probably the one who should be welcoming the new guy.
“About three years now.” Yoongi answered with a pained, half assed grin.
Taehyung could see right through, and he snorted at how poorly he masked whatever this attempt at happiness was.
“You seem like a pretty straightforward guy.” Taehyung presumed. “Are you gonna tell me how this place is really run, or do I have to find out for myself?”
There was something in the way that Taehyung asked that had Yoongi’s eyebrow arching just the slightest. It was frank and honest, but the question held an air of authority behind it, beyond just the fact that Taehyung was technically in a position with slightly more power than Yoongi’s.
“Uh, I mean,” Yoongi did a quick perimeter check of their space before answering. “It’s pretty much what you’d expect from a corporate office. The higher ups rake in all the money, we get overworked and underpaid, and HR is pointless.”
Taehyung appeared to be pleased with Yoongi’s answer, giving him an amused smile as his eyes scanned the office before returning to Yoongi’s.
“I appreciate the honesty. I kind of picked up on that vibe.”
“You’ve worked in a lot of corporate offices?”
“Not too many. This is my third, but each place I’ve moved up a position.” Taehyung explained, making Yoongi’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion, which Taehyung noticed. “What’s that look for?”
Yoongi hadn’t registered that he’d been giving Taehyung a weird look, and immediately felt nervous over exposing himself.
“Sorry, I’m just surprised you’ve worked in multiple offices. You look really young.”
“I could say the same to you.” Taehyung chuckled, eyeing Yoongi again. “Would you mind if I ask how old you are?”
There were some days where Yoongi owned his age, and others where he was self conscious and didn’t want to disclose it. After hitting 29, he’d pretty much given up feeling self conscious about getting older, but now he felt it once again as he stood before someone like Taehyung.
“I’m 31.” Yoongi said, trying to hide his slight insecurity.
“Wow, I would’ve believed you if you’d said 20.” Taehyung said, seemingly unaware of Yoongi’s disconcerting feelings over his own age. “I’m 29.”
Now that surprised Yoongi. He would’ve guessed this guy to be 23, and would've easily believed if he were even younger. Knowing Taehyung was only a couple years younger than Yoongi was bewildering, and oddly comforting, for some reason.
“You look really young too.” Yoongi simply responded.
“Compared to the rest of the departments, we are really young.” Taehyung joked, though one peek around and it was clear that almost all the other employees were nearing retirement age.
The IT department was usually made up of the youngest hires because they were the savviest with technology, although with how archaic most of the hardware in the building was, pretty much anyone who knew how to use google chrome with relative fluency could work in IT and be useful in their office.
“I guess you’re right.” Yoongi shrugged, trying to maintain his nonchalance, but finding it increasingly hard to do so in front of his new supervisor for some reason.
“Are you hybrid remote?” Taehyung asked.
“Unfortunately no, I have to be here to answer the support tickets people send.” Yoongi said with clear despair in his tone. “It’s probably for the best, though. If I wasn’t forced to come to work, I’d never leave my apartment. How about you?”
“After I hit my 90 days, Alan said I can be fully remote.” Taehyung answered what Yoongi figured would be the answer. “But I’ll probably still come in. I don’t like to be too pent up either.”
Oh no, Yoongi loved being pent up in his apartment. He knew that overall it was good for his mental and physical health to have to come in, so he could intake tiny shots of vitamin D when he took his 30 minute commute to work—however, it was not something he would ever choose to do, if given the opportunity not to.
Taehyung, on the other hand, was one of those people who chose to come into work. He had the self discipline and drive that Yoongi did not, and though it perplexed Yoongi how there could be people who chose to come into work, he was grateful that they existed in instances like this, because it meant he got to see more of the alluring new supervisor.
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Taehyung managed to finish the long, tedious onboarding process in two days, and by Wednesday, he was already on the floor with the team, ready to work with the tired, aloof IT department.
“Alright, so first things first, Alan informed me that we need to build a new structure for a more productive workflow.” Taehyung told the team. “For this week I’m just going to be observing you all. Then next Friday we can have a department meeting and come to a game plan together.”
The men on the team all just shrugged. They’d been through this before—a new guy comes on the team, tries to alter the system, gets fed up with their department’s complacency and unwillingness to change, then quits to find a better place where they can “make a difference.”
It happened time and time again, and none of the men in the IT department could get fired since the hassle of replacing them was too much for Alan to handle. He would rather keep a steady turnover rate for one employee position than have all of his loyal team members leave and then have to start building the department back up from scratch.
“Yoongi,” Taehyung’s big eyes zeroed in on the technician. “I’ll start with observing you. Are you alright with that?”
Not really, Yoongi thought.
It wasn’t that Yoongi didn’t want to be observed—he was good at his job and he didn’t mind someone watching. It was just the fact that the person observing him was Taehyung. He knew for a fact that Taehyung standing over his shoulder would make him nervous and possibly fumble, hurting his credibility as an adept employee in his position.
“Sure. There’s an extra seat if you want to pull it over to observe.” Yoongi said, motioning to the rolling chair.
“Thanks.” Taehyung situated it and plopped down next to the IT technician. “So, can we start off with you listing your steps throughout the work day?”
“Sure. First I come in the morning and pour a coffee and spend a couple minutes trying to wake up.” Yoongi said earnestly, getting a light laugh out of Taehyung.
“Alright, that’s fair. Then what do you do?”
Yoongi started listing off his mundane tasks that he’d explained to countless new supervisors. It should come so naturally to Yoongi that he didn’t even have to think about it, but Taehyung was so good at giving dedicated eye contact that it started to make Yoongi squirm.
“Wow, sounds like you’re a busy guy.” Taehyung gave a small whistle. “I look forward to watching you work.”
“It’s pretty boring.” Yoongi prefaced, turning to his computer.
“I know this is an annoying request,” Taehyung prompted, “but it sounds like you need someone else on your team for support. The only problem is that we have to prove the workload is too heavy, so would you mind keeping track of how long your tasks take you?”
Yoongi had to refrain from sighing heavily, having to go through this song and dance again. A new team member was always hinted at to help, the opportunity of additional aid being dangled over their heads like a carrot, but it never actually happened. This company was far too cheap to pay for more labor, no matter how badly they needed it.
“No problem.” Yoongi answered. “So you want me to make an excel sheet log for my tasks and time?”
“Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you Yoongi.” Taehyung grinned. “You listen really well.”
It was just a throwaway statement, but it had Yoongi pausing mid-sip of coffee. He glanced up at Taehyung, whose eyes hadn’t left the technician. Taehyung remained staring intently at the older, as if waiting a moment to see the reaction his comment had on Yoongi.
When their gaze met, and Taehyung got his answer, the younger’s lips curved ever so slightly up into a smug grin, only increasing the amount of flips Yoongi’s stomach was turning.
“Okay, I won’t distract you any longer. Don’t mind me, I’ll just be sitting here.”
“Sounds good.” Yoongi nodded, though it certainly did not sound good.
Yoongi’s nonchalance toward being observed had quickly dissipated as Taehyung got closer, keeping his eyes on Yoongi’s computer while the IT technician worked. The musky scent of Taehyung’s cologne had Yoongi in a trance, his big eyes locked on the monitor as he watched Yoongi type, and from this angle, Taehyung’s jawline looked sharp enough to slice bread.
All of this proved to be a problem, since the intimidation resulted in Yoongi fumbling on the keys and consistently misspelling words or messing up formulas in excel. He clenched his jaw in embarrassment, trying to prove that he knew what he was doing. Taehyung didn’t seem bothered by it at all. He must have ample experience watching subordinates blunder under pressure from his observation often, based on his lack of reaction.
Taehyung kept an eye on all of the team members throughout the day, but his focus on Yoongi was palpable. In an hour, he would spend half of it splitting his attention between all of the team members, and the other 30 minutes of it on Yoongi. At first the IT technician worried that he was overthinking, but as he filled out his timesheet, he kept track of when Taehyung was overseeing him, and found that indeed Yoongi was getting far more observation than the rest of his team members.
It started to make him nervous, beyond just the fact that it was Taehyung over his shoulder. Did Alan tell Taehyung to keep an eye on Yoongi specifically? Is there something Yoongi did wrong that now he must receive consistent supervision? Was Taehyung here to ensure that Yoongi was indeed deserving of his position?
All of his fears started to fester as the end of the day neared. By 4:30, everyone was packing up to head out, and Yoongi let out a breath of defeat as he shut down his computer and reached for his keys. He wasn’t sure exactly what was the purpose of Taehyung watching him like a hawk, but he knew it couldn’t be good. And after he’d floundered at every task all today, he was certain that whatever Taehyung was supposed to be looking out for was even more blaringly obvious.
“Yoongi?” Taehyung’s voice caused the technician to pause. “May I hold you back for just a moment?”
Yoongi clenched his clammy hands into fists, trying to maintain his composure as he stood and turned to face the younger. “Of course, what for?”
“I just wanted to tell you that I’m extremely impressed with your work ethic.” Taehyung said, promptly quelling Yoongi’s insecurities of getting scolded.
“Really?” Yoongi asked in surprise.
“Yes. I’ve come and gone from a lot of different offices, and usually I can spot all the issues in ten minutes.” Taehyung said. “However, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you today. You’re so efficient, it’s inspiring to watch you work.”
“Oh,” Yoongi swallowed the lump in his throat that had formed when he thought he was going to get reprimanded. “Thank you, I’ve just been doing this for a while.”
“And it’s paid off, it appears. I have no critiques to give you so far.” Taehyung told him proudly. “Although, I do have one point of concern for you.”
“You do?” Yoongi asked nervously. So much for ‘admirable work ethic.’
“Yes. It doesn’t have to do with your performance, so much as your wellbeing.” Taehyung elaborated. “I noticed you skipped your break and haven’t eaten anything, which is not very conducive to a sharp mind for finishing the day.”
“Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot.” Yoongi held his aching stomach. “Too much to do, you know?”
“There’s no amount of work that should stop you from giving your body nutrients.” Taehyung said. “Did you bring a lunch?”
“Not today. I think I was banking on pizza in the breakroom since it’s the last Wednesday of the month, but that was sadly not the case.”
Taehyung chuckled, motioning for Yoongi to follow him to the kitchen.“Come on, I brought a lunch I didn’t get to eat. Let’s make sure you get some food in your system before heading home.”
The technician was a little confused why Taehyung wanted to stay a single minute in the office past when they could clock out and head home, but he walked with the supervisor anyway. Taehyung opened the fridge, retrieving a carton box of what Yoongi assumed was his lunch. Inside were dumplings and two steamed buns that needed to be reheated.
“I hope you’re alright with leftovers.” Taehyung said with a little laugh as he stuck the box in the microwave.
“Oh, yeah, I have leftovers for most meals.” Yoongi admitted. “Although, I feel really bad eating your lunch. Really, I’m okay to wait.”
“Please, it’s too much for me anyway.” Taehyung insisted. “Besides, something tells me you’d probably just go straight to bed on an empty stomach if you don’t eat now.”
Yoongi probably would, and he often did go to bed hungry. He called it “eating sleep for dinner.”
Yoongi’s stomach growled before he could protest further. The microwave beeped, indicating that the food was ready, and Taehyung set two paper plates at the table and gave each of them a serving. Yoongi might have tried to resist more if the food didn’t smell insanely delicious, so instead he took a seat at the table across from his supervisor.
“Thanks so much, Taehyung.” Yoongi expressed his gratitude before taking a bite of the steamed bun.
“No problem at all, I’m glad I get to share this with someone.” Taehyung said. “Especially with you. I haven’t gotten a chance to chat with anyone on the team yet.”
“You’ve only been here three days. Plus, we’re a pretty robotic bunch. I don’t think you’ll get much conversation out of them.” Yoongi said in between bites. He was trying to continue the conversation without humming like a lunatic over how delicious the leftovers tasted. “I’ve worked with them for years and I could name the few facts I know about their personal lives on one hand.”
Taehyung looked rather amused, though Yoongi didn’t understand why.
“That sounds unsurprising for IT.” Taehyung elaborated. “You’re pretty different from them, it seems.”
“I am?” Yoongi’s brows knitted together in surprise. “I feel like I’m the most predictable IT guy out there.”
“No, you’ve definitely got something else going on.” Taehyung countered with a little grin on his handsome face. It made Yoongi’s stomach flip and he slowly put the bun back down on the plate.
“Though I don’t really know what you’d see in me beyond a tech support square, I’ll thank you regardless.” Yoongi responded.
Taehyung laughed as Yoongi went in for the dumplings now, dipping them in what was probably expired soy sauce he found in the break room.
“There’s a lot more I see than just a tired IT technician.” Taehyung promised, letting his gaze linger for a moment longer before finally taking a bite of his dumpling.
The technician was grateful that Taehyung had made that comment when Yoongi’s mouth was full, otherwise it would’ve been obvious how the supervisor made Yoongi speechless with his compliment. He debated responding, then opted to just move on .
“Where’d you get these? They’re amazing.” Yoongi asked after gulping his bite down before he bit into another dumpling.
“There’s a little restaurant on the other side of town, where that bar strip is.” Taehyung said casually, though Yoongi nearly choked on the pork in his mouth. “I’m still pretty new in this city, so I don’t remember the name. It’s where all those tattoo shops and pubs and thrift stores are. I’m pretty sure there’s a movie theater too?”
Yes, Yoongi knew where Taehyung was talking about. He knew exactly the place Taehyung was talking about. And, he knew that he’d been avoiding that place like the plague ever since seeing that guy go into that club that Yoongi used to constantly ogle at.
“Oh yeah, I know where you’re talking about.” Yoongi tried to shift from the topic as quickly as possible. “So, can you tell what you’re gonna hate most about this place yet?”
Yoongi breathed a sigh of relief as Taehyung dropped the prior subject and went on to answer Yoongi’s question.
“Not quite yet. I can definitely see what you mean about your department being indifferent, but honestly I don’t mind being on a team where everyone just carries their weight and minds their business.” Taehyung said. “Usually it means less drama, both amongst the team members and for me with not having to receive push back as the supervisor.”
“You aren’t creating a list of inefficiencies we need to improve on?”
“Not really. I’m pretty sure Alan just hired me because they’re required to have a supervisor for each department, but you guys really don’t need me. You all just come and do your jobs then go home, so I don’t see any reason to wedge myself in and disrupt the system. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, you know?”
Taehyung’s outlook was surprisingly refreshing to Yoongi, and he attributed it to the most likely fact that Taehyung was young and understood the frustration employees had with their useless, power hungry higher ups.
“That’s amazing to hear. The guys will be relieved too, since every supervisor creates a storm of trying to make nonsensical changes and inevitably gets Alan involved when we don’t go along with them.” Yoongi said with a little grin. “'If it ain’t broke don’t fix it' isn’t something I ever thought I’d hear one of our supervisors say.”
Taehyung swallowed the bite of dumpling in his mouth with a little amused smile.
“I don’t like to make waves if it’s unnecessary. However, there definitely are a lot of broken things I see elsewhere. For example, almost every office chair reclining feature and drawer handle.” Taehyung snickered. “Although, for as cheap as this place seems to be, I will say that at least some of the furniture seems to be decent quality.”
Yoongi looked at him curiously. “The furniture? As in the ugly desks and stiff filing cabinets?”
Taehyung laughed lightly. “Yes. The aesthetic is nothing extraordinary, but everything seems well built, and sturdy.”
Yoongi’s brows knit together, still confused at such an oddly timed comment coming from the supervisor.
“I…guess so.” Yoongi shrugged. “Is there something that made you notice?”
“I just appreciate strong furniture when I see it. There’s something reassuring about a nice, sturdy table, like this.” Taehyung knocked on the surface they were eating on, causing Yoongi to pause mid-chewing, and slowly look up to meet the supervisor’s eyes. Taehyung held his gaze for a moment, before letting his lips curl into a grin. “You never know what activities you’ll need good support for, right?”
Yoongi swallowed the un-chewed food in his mouth, feeling the lump slide down his esophagus painfully.
“Right.” Yoongi coughed as the over zealous bite of bun finally cleared from his airways.
Taehyung held Yoongi’s gaze for a moment before letting out another light laugh.
“Sorry, intrusive thought.” Taehyung said. “They happen when I’m tired at the end of the day like this.”
“No, it’s okay. I get that.” Yoongi gave him a weak smile, a bit dazed by the thoughts entering his mind. “I should probably head out now.”
“Same. Better get some shut-eye before doing it all over again tomorrow.” Taehyung concurred, getting up from the seat at the same time as Yoongi. “This was really enjoyable, I’m glad I got to have some one-on-one time with you.”
“Me too.” Yoongi said, unable to restrain himself from looking up and down Taehyung’s strong hands again.
The two walked out together, wishing the other a good night and safe drive before getting into their cars. Yoongi sat in his driver’s seat for a moment, the remark Taehyung made about the table rang in his mind. His supervisor’s comments about enjoying sturdy furniture because no one knew what they’d be doing on it…that had to have been on purpose, right? Surely an innuendo?
Yoongi hadn’t taken Taehyung as someone who would have a lewd sense of humor like that, but then again, he really didn’t know the guy. Perhaps it wasn’t even a joke, just a genuine observation of the office furniture. It couldn’t have had a suggestive undertone…right?
Perhaps Yoongi was just overanalyzing, but his mind couldn’t stop wandering to a mental image of Taehyung demonstrating exactly what it is he loved so much about sturdy furniture, on Yoongi.
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The IT technician walked in the next morning, just as half awake as usual. He gave the obligatory head nod to his fellow team members, then plopped down in his seat and powered on his computer.
He opened the list of support tickets, squinting as he leaned in closer to his screen—reminding him that he needed another trip to the eye doctor, since his current prescription clearly wasn’t accurate. He noted that it was under the hardwire category, saw the word “printer,” and once he identified whose name was on the ticket, he let out a heavy sigh.
“Good morning, Yoongi.” Taehyung greeted, walking up from behind and startling the technician.
“Good morning.” Yoongi responded, his tone still holding the dread that always conjured when he received a support ticket for that department.
“What’s wrong?” Taehyung asked, noticing Yoongi’s defeated demeanor.
“It’s the printer in the other wing.” Yoongi rubbed his temple. “They run it all day long. I’m shocked it hasn’t combusted.”
“Really? What are they printing so much over there?”
“I have no idea. All I know is that I’m replacing the damn ink cartridge every other week, and un-jamming it every other day.” Yoongi fixed his glasses on his face before standing, rolling his shoulders in the process and they both heard the series of popping and cracking as he did so. “I’ve gotta go replace the ink. I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll come with you.” Taehyung said, standing alongside Yoongi. “Might as well learn in case there’s a day you’re not here and the other guys are busy.”
Yoongi was baffled that Taehyung would ever even suggest wasting his time on such a simple task as the supervisor, but he just let the younger follow him anyway. Yoongi showed him where the ink cartridges were in the cabinet, and made his way to the other wing.
When the two entered, the familiar faces of the college interns greeted Yoongi with frustrated expressions.
“Are they gonna get us a new one finally?” One of the guys questioned impatiently. “That piece of shit has been malfunctioning even more than usual.”
“I don’t know, Eric.” Yoongi sighed, making his way to the printer. “You guys are working it to the ground, eventually it’s gonna slow down.”
“It’s not my fault we have to print all these stupid reports!” Another one of the interns huffed.
“Then you need to take it up with your manager to get a new printer. I just get paid to fix it, that’s it.” Yoongi disregarded any further complaints as he made his way through the office.
Any further bellyaching was silenced when the interns all noticed Taehyung trailing behind Yoongi. The strikingly handsome man with an entrancing aura sent a hush over the crowd of young adults in the room, all of them watching quietly as the two men walked past their cubicles and into the room where the archaic printer awaited them.
“I hate this fucking thing.” Yoongi grumbled as he turned off the printer.
“I would hate it even more if I had to deal with all that whining too.” Taehyung muttered, referring to the interns. “You’ve got some patience dealing with that bombardment of complaints every time you walk through the door.”
“I’ve learned to tune it out most of the time.” Yoongi said. “I think I’m too dead inside from this place to let it get to me beyond a simple annoyance.”
“Sounds like you need some enrichment outside of work to light that spark in you again.” Taehyung teased lightheartedly.
Yoongi just snorted as he checked to make sure the printer was off before leaning his head out of the door to address the interns.
“Please don’t print anything until I say it’s working.” Yoongi requested, returning to the printer and hunkering down to replace the cartridges.
“What happens if they print before you’re ready?” Taehyung asked.
“Normally, the printer will stay off, or if it’s on, the job would just wait until everything is back in place. However, this prehistoric piece of shit will boot up and still try to print while the cartridge is open, and spew ink all over whoever is nearby.”
“So, you?”
“Yes.”
“How many times has that happened?” Taehyung questioned.
“More times that I can count, and more times than I can afford the dry cleaning bill to get the stain out of my shirts.” Yoongi sighed in disappointment. “I should have put in a reimbursement request by now.”
“You definitely should. That’s not right that you can’t do your job without having external factors ruin your clothes.” Taehyung said in concern.
“It’s even more of a headache to fight over reimbursement than to just try and scrub off the ink at home.” Yoongi dismissed it, opening the compartment for the ink.
“Even the fact that you’re having to hunker down like that and replace it all the time. After a while that must hurt your knees.” Taehyung said, causing Yoongi’s fingers to freeze in the middle of his task. “Do they bruise easily?”
Yoongi swallowed shallowly and slowly looked up at Taehyung, who had an expression the IT technician couldn’t quite read.
“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt too much.” Yoongi responded.
“Really? That’s a relief. For most people, it would get to their joints after a while.” Taehyung said. “So you’re used to getting on your knees?”
Yoongi was stunned into speechlessness yet again, his brain struggling to comprehend why Taehyung would ask such a question—and why said question was conjuring such a questionable reaction within the IT technician.
Before he could even attempt to think of a response, some intern who’d ignored Yoongi’s public request printed whatever god forsaken page, and ink spewed onto the technician’s chest. Yoongi fell back to try and dodge the ink, but it was too late, and yet another shirt had been damned to a long night of soaking in vinegar at the expense of Yoongi’s hands and ink-stained bathtub.
Yoongi was about to look up and tell Taehyung something along the lines of “You see what I mean?” However, the supervisor was already out of the door and glaring over the interns.
“Who printed just now?” Taehyung demanded, addressing the crowd.
Yoongi knew Taehyung’s voice was deep, but when speaking with authority this way, it somehow got even deeper and far more intimidating. Taehyung wasn’t even raising his voice, there was just a level of power to it that had Yoongi trembling, and he could only imagine the interns quaking in their loafers now.
It was silent amongst all of them, until finally one of the interns narked. “Jeremy printed.”
Taehyung’s eyes zeroed in on the intern, who now looked like a deer caught in headlights. He didn’t even have time to scowl at his colleague before Taehyung was approaching him.
“Did you not listen when Yoongi asked you all not to print? Or were you just trying to be funny?”
Taehyung’s dominating energy could be felt throughout every body in the room, and Jeremy looked like he was shitting himself.
“I–I didn’t hear him.” Jeremy said. “My earphones were in.”
It was a blatant lie, seeing as his airpods were nestled in their case. Truthfully, none of them had any reason to be so fearful of Taehyung—he only yielded any authority over the IT department. However, Taehyung’s aura had even those higher in corporate standing than him giving their undivided attention and cooperation.
“I can see your earphones right there, very much not in your ears.” Taehyung called the sheepish intern out. “Yoongi does not need to come fix this thing as often as he does, let alone listen to you all bitch and moan about it and disrespect him. The least you could do is just hold off on printing whatever fake graph is on your computer to look busy for five minutes.”
Jeremy’s face was going bright red, and all the other interns gradually started putting their earphones in and pretended to get back to working though Taehyung had just clocked all of them for wasting time and resources all day.
“I see what’s on your computers. I don’t care what you all do over here or that you’re clearly just wasting time. You’re not my problem. But if you keep disrespecting my team members, I can easily get HR involved and then my team will all be monitoring your computers until you prove you’re actually worth keeping.” Taehyung threatened. “There’s no way you all can figure out how to do your jobs in the short amount of time it would take to get an observational day in place. So don’t be dicks to Yoongi, and for the love of god, figure out how to change the printer ink yourselves if you’re going to be blowing it on shit like this.”
Taehyung pointed at the cut-outs of anime girls on one of the intern’s cork boards, embarrassing the guy who was stuck in the crossfire. With that, Taehyung turned back to the printer room, where Yoongi had remained on the floor, in awe. The fact that there wasn’t a single snarky comeback, no protesting or poorly whispered gossiping after Taehyung finished scolding them, was astounding. For once, the bratty interns were all completely silent, just as Yoongi was when Taehyung returned.
“I’m really sorry about your shirt.” Taehyung said, shaking his head in disapproval of the interns. “I’ll make sure you’re reimbursed for that.”
“I-It’s okay.” Yoongi struggled to find his words.
“Not at all. I won’t let you waste anymore of your time or paycheck on this place. If you’re not on the clock, you should be compensated for anything you do for this office, such as cleaning your shirt from an ink spill here.”
Yoongi didn’t have much of a response. He was still a little dazed by the display of authority by Taehyung.
“Thanks, Taehyung.” Yoongi said simply before getting back to the cartridge replacement.
It took more fiddling than necessary, since he had to clean off the oozing ink and work around it. Taehyung handed him tissues to help clean his shirt, but it didn’t do much, and the supervisor reminded Yoongi that he was going to make sure the costs of his clothes were paid for.
Yoongi finally finished the cartridge replacement, wiping off his stained hands and trying to muster the energy to get back onto his feet.
“You alright?” Taehyung asked, tossing the ink-covered tissues in the bin.
“Yeah.” Yoongi let out a deep breath. “It’s just hard to gather the strength to get back up once I’m down.”
He’d been overly dramatic as a joke, in which Taehyung did seem amused by.
“I understand that wholeheartedly.” Taehyung said. “Although, I will say that you look really good like this.”
The sudden compliment had Yoongi a bit flustered, but he tried to appear unaffected by responding with a humoured smile.
“What, covered in printer ink?”
“No, just from this view. It’s flattering.”
Yoongi choked on his own breath as he looked up at Taehyung, realizing the position they were in. Taehyung was standing far closer to Yoongi than he previously had been, his belt aligned perfectly with the top of Yoongi’s head as the technician was on his knees before the supervisor. This view was very similar to the view Taehyung would have if Yoongi were sucking his d—
“Thanks.” Yoongi laughed nervously, suddenly finding he had more than enough energy to get back on his feet.
Taehyung helped him up, and Yoongi quickly dusted himself off to try and regain his composure once on his feet, though his slacks felt noticeably tighter in a certain region than before.
“Well, I better get back to those other tickets.” Yoongi gave a tight-lipped smile and walked out with Taehyung in tow.
The tiny smirk on Taehyung’s lips didn’t go unnoticed by the technician, and it took everything in him to ignore it, along with the comment he’d made. Sure, it had just been a simple compliment on paper, but in the given setting, it had Yoongi’s mind wandering all sorts of places it shouldn’t be at work— especially about his coworker, who was his supervisor in addition to that.
When they got back to their desks, Taehyung found his chair and grabbed his blazer from where it was placed on the back of his seat, handing it to Yoongi.
“Here, you can wear this to cover the stains.”
Yoongi eyes the rather expensive-looking jacket for a moment before looking back up at Taehyung.
“It’s okay, I don’t want to ruin your clothes.” Yoongi declined.
“The ink is dried anyway. I’d rather this than HR see and send you home on dress code.”
Yoongi tried to convince himself that Taehyung had a point, even though HR would literally never do that, and eventually took the jacket carefully from his supervisor’s hands.
“Thank you, Taehyung.” Yoongi said softly. “I’ll return it at the end of the day.”
“No rush at all.” Taehyung said, appearing satisfied as Yoongi pulled it on. Yoongi could’ve sworn the supervisor did a millisecond of a premises check before returning his attention to the technician. “You look good in that too.”
Yoongi’s cheeks went pink as Taehyung gave him one last grin before walking over to observe the other guys on the team—who were completely oblivious to what had just happened. Either that, or they simply did not care one single bit. Both were very possible.
Taehyung had ended up needing to leave an hour early that day, resulting in his jacket being left in Yoongi’s possession. He’d gotten a text message as he was observing Yoongi, and frowned, sending something back quickly before apologizing and wishing the team goodnight before hastily making his way out.
Though none of the other IT members cared—no shock there—Yoongi was left puzzled as he watched his supervisor rush out in such a way. He wondered whether or not he should ask if Taehyung was alright tomorrow, then decided against it. Taehyung seemed like a pretty open guy, and Yoongi felt certain that if he wanted to talk about it with Yoongi tomorrow, he would.
Now Yoongi just had to decide what to do with Taehyung’s jacket. Part of him felt it’d make the most sense to leave it on Taehyung’s chair, but another part of him worried that would come across as careless, like he couldn’t be bothered to make sure Taehyung’s possessions were safe from office theft. However, Yoongi also worried that bringing it home might seem a bit odd, like an extra step he didn’t need to be taking.
By the end of the day, Yoongi simply decided to air on the side of caution and bring the jacket home with him. If Taehyung appeared weirded out, Yoongi would just say he didn’t want someone mistaking it for theirs. He also didn’t really mind the idea of wearing it for a bit longer once he got home, since it smelled like Taehyung’s very alluring cologne.
Yoongi was met with a text notification once he got into his car, momentarily breaking the IT technician from his thoughts about Taehyung, and found that it was Ray asking him whether or not he was still coming over. Yoongi let out an irritated breath, preparing himself for a very disappointing night as he revved up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.
Once on the road, Yoongi found his mind wandering back to his conversation with Taehyung again. The confidence that Taehyung spoke in, the unwavering eye contact, the deep voice. Everything about Taehyung commanded attention and obedience, and it had Yoongi biting his lip to try and control his unchaste thoughts.
It was a fruitless effort though, since all Yoongi could envision was Taehyung bending him over the table, holding onto the edges as he plowed into Yoongi, telling him he knew the furniture could withstand exactly what it was that Taehyung had in mind.
Yoongi’s leg bounced as he drove a little faster to his apartment, suddenly becoming fervent for once to get ready and head over to Ray’s. Sure, he was typically expecting lackluster sex from the pro athlete, but tonight, he was determined to try some new things. He couldn’t just let his imagination go this far without even attempting to act on it…and no, it wasn’t just that Yoongi was eager to imagine it was a certain someone else fucking him.
The moment Ray let Yoongi into his apartment, the IT technician basically pounced, wrapping his arms around the athlete for a heated kiss. Yoongi wasn’t even that big on kissing, but he thought maybe this was something that might get Ray a little bit more enthusiastic and spark some passion for once.
Ray definitely seemed unprepared by Yoongi’s sudden display of lust, since typically the IT technician just followed the athlete to his room upon entry to his apartment. Regardless, Ray kissed Yoongi back, though not seeming all too enthralled by it. Yoongi curved his leg up Ray’s hip, trying to send the signal that he wanted Ray to pick him up around his waist as a form of lustful desire and take him to his bed. Instead, Ray just pulled away and took Yoongi’s wrist, leading him to the room.
The technician huffed, trying to strategize what he could do to get Ray to show a little bit more dominance…or any, for that matter.
When they got to the room, Yoongi pulled Ray in yet again to kiss him. As he did so, the technician leaned back against the dresser, trying to get Ray to clue in on the body language hint that Yoongi wanted the athlete to turn him around and bend him over it. Instead, Ray just walked backward until his knees were against the bed, falling back to sit down so Yoongi was straddling him.
Yoongi knew Ray was seconds away from laying back onto the mattress, resulting in Yoongi being on top again, so he quickly shimmied out of Ray’s hold and sunk onto his knees, pulling the athlete’s dick out of his sweats. He spat on it a couple times to jerk him to complete erection, before wrapping his lips around the tip and sinking all the way down.
He sucked Ray’s dick with far more fervor than usual, closing his eyes and imagining a certain someone else. He relished in the fact that he was on his knees, thinking about just who it was that complimented Yoongi on how he looked in this position.
Yoongi was falling into a fantasy he’d never had before, until Ray grabbed Yoongi’s upper arms, pulling him onto the bed so Ray could lie back comfortably as Yoongi continued to blow while awkwardly hunched over. The technician grumbled to himself but did as Ray wanted, though it was impossible to continue his fantasy this way.
“Ride me.” Ray ordered, pulling Yoongi off and into place to straddle him.
Yoongi frowned, using all his weight to flip them over.
“I want you to fuck me.” Yoongi stated firmly.
Ray gave him a confused expression. “But you always ride me.”
“I know, and I’m tired of that. I want to switch it up.”
It was the first time Yoongi was really voicing his desires, which did not go over well with Ray. He grumbled complaints under his breath as he begrudgingly and lazily fingered Yoongi to stretch him before angling his dick against Yoongi’s rim and pushing in.
It didn’t feel good necessarily, since Ray had hardly taken time to prep Yoongi, but at least Yoongi could keep his fantasies even slightly alive this way. However, the position hardly lasted more than a minute, when Ray got fed up with the physical labor it took to fuck Yoongi missionary style. He situated Yoongi onto the bed, spooning him and entering the technician again to continue fucking him. Yoongi wanted to yell in frustration, because this was even worse than riding Ray. Now he was just hot and sweaty pressed up against the boring athlete who couldn’t even bother to shower before Yoongi came over, wiggling around on the bed like worms.
Yoongi had pretty much given up on Ray ever being able to make him cum, so he just let the athlete finish and flop over to fall asleep like usual. Yoongi groaned and got out of bed, not even bothering to shower off before he just pulled on his clothes and walked to his car. To really add insult to injury, Yoongi turned the keys to see that the glowing wrench symbol was blinking on his dashboard, indicating that there was yet another problem with his old, decrepit car that was hanging on for dear life.
He cursed, pressing his forehead to the steering wheel and closing his eyes, trying to mentally calculate his frugal monthly expenses and figure out how much this potential mechanic bill was going to hurt. Yoongi took a few minutes accepting what had turned into an awful night, and finally pulled out of the parking lot to head home. As he came to the intersection where he’d normally started turning right for the scenic route—so as to avoid a potential encounter with the sex club employee—Yoongi slowed down his car to a snail’s pace in contemplation.
He really ought to just take the fastest way home, so he didn’t push his poor car to go even longer in this fragile state than it needed to. But that would mean driving past Lipstick & Lace .
If it weren’t midnight, Yoongi would never waste so much time deciding on a lane, because he’d surely get honked at a few times by now and most likely be thrown a couple middle fingers. But no one was on the roads, and Yoongi had just had a rather irritating night, and it’d been a while since he’d gone home the normal way…
Yoongi turned off his blinker, instead opting to drive straight. He tried to convince himself that he was only going this way to preserve the life of his car, or get home faster so he could sleep, or anything really so he could avoid facing the truth that he just wanted to see the building again. The glowing letters, the giant doors…and maybe, he secretly wanted to see if he might catch the same employee walking in as last time. It was around midnight when he’d encountered the worker the first time, which just so happened to be the same time it was now.
As Yoongi drove by, he didn’t realize he was holding his breath in anticipation. The illumination of the neon sign and kissy lips glared on Yoongi’s windows, and as he got to the end of the building, his heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on the same employee walking in from the back.
Just like the time before, the man sensed Yoongi’s car and looked up from under his cap, studying Yoongi’s face. Again, just like before, the man winked at the IT technician, nodding his head toward the building to invite him in.
Yoongi hit the gas and sped away, his heart pounding even harder than during mediocre sex with Ray. The technician went above the speed limit all the way home, no doubt hurting his car even more than if he’d just gone steadily along the scenic route. He sighed as he entered his apartment, tossing his keys in the dish and heading straight to the shower. He dropped his clothes and hopped in, shivering as the sudden change in temperature took him by surprise initially, before leaning head head back and letting the water wash over him.
His erection hadn’t gone down since seeing the employee, and especially after getting blue balls from yet another unsatisfying booty call with Ray, it didn’t take long for Yoongi to wrap his hand around his cock and start stroking. Almost instantly, Yoongi’s imagination floated to Taehyung, fantasizing about his supervisor coming up behind him to reach around and wrapping his hand around Yoongi’s dick instead. Yoongi’s head would lean back against Taehyung’s broad shoulder, Taehyung’s other hand would travel up and his fingers wrap around Yoongi’s throat, squeezing just enough to make the technician’s dick twitch.
Yoongi brought his own hand up to his throat, pretending it was Taehyung as he tightened his fingers. He imagined Taehyung shoving Yoongi up against the wall to fuck him, and Yoongi pressed himself against the tiles of the shower, acting it out, his cheek pressed against the cold porcelain. He used the water of the shower to lubricate his fingers, reaching back to slide them between his ass, pressing them against his rim and slipping them in.
He moaned as he imagined Taehyung fucking him deep, far deeper than Yoongi’s already long fingers could ever reach. He would whisper filthy things in Yoongi’s ear just to make him weak in the knees, and Yoongi would lie there and take everything with gratitude.
Yoongi’s orgasm hit him rather suddenly, and he gasped as he painted the shower wall with his release. He jerked himself to completion, and it wasn’t until he was rinsing his cum off the shower wall that the horror hit Yoongi of what exactly he’d just done: fantasized in depth about getting fucked by Taehyung.
Taehyung, who was not just his coworker, but specifically, his supervisor.
Why didn’t he just jerk off and imagine the sex club worker as Yoongi had been doing? Was he really that desperate that a couple sentences from Taehyung—that could have easily been innocent and just been misinterpreted by Yoongi—were enough to get the technician so embarrassingly needy over the new guy that just joined the team?
Yoongi was mortified and disappointed in himself as he finished showering and getting ready for bed. He was mortified, both by the fact that he’d just imagined such humiliating sex with his supervisor while getting himself off, and by the fact that he knew this wouldn’t be the last time.
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After dropping off his car at the mechanic’s and taking the long bus ride to the office, Yoongi walked into work the next morning on edge over having to see Taehyung again. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, it’s not like Taehyung would be able to read his mind and know that Yoongi had fantasized so graphically about him. Nevertheless, Yoongi rehearsed how he was going to greet Taehyung and return his jacket.
His internal preparation time was cut short when Taehyung exited from the staff lounge right as Yoongi walked up to his desk, a smile forming on the supervisor’s face as his eyes landed on the IT technician.
“Goodmorning, Yoongi.” Taehyung greeted him.
“Good morning.” Yoongi started, immediately losing his explanation for Taehyung regarding his jacket, instead simply holding it out for the supervisor. “I took this home, here it is.”
Smooth, Yoongi. Real smooth.
Taehyung didn’t seem put off by Yoongi’s explanation—or lack thereof—in the slightest, and simply took the article of clothing.
“Thank you, for returning this safe and sound.” Taehyung said playfully, draping it over his chair. “Feel free to borrow it anytime. I don’t even put it on here too often, I run warm.”
Yoongi wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. For some reason everything Taehyung said had started to seem like an innuendo or as though it held a double meaning, and it was really pissing Yoongi off that he couldn’t just act normal around his sexy supervisor.
“Also, I’m sorry I had to run out yesterday.” Taehyung apologized. “I had a bit of an issue with a little side hussle I have. It won’t happen again.”
The way Taehyung had phrased it in such a vague manner had Yoongi rightfully puzzled, but he decided it was best not to pry.
“No problem. We all leave early sometimes.” Yoongi reassured him.
“Thank you for understanding.” Taehyung said gratefully. “By the way, I saw we got another support ticket. I guess someone in accounting broke their keyboard and needs a new one. Did anyone complain about that yesterday?”
“No.” Yoongi grumbled. “But I know exactly who that is.”
Yoongi motioned for Taehyung to follow him, grabbing the keys from the receptionist desk as Bernice was on the phone.
“You already know?” Taehyung asked.
“Yes. It’s Daryl.”
“Wow, yeah that’s who asked for a replacement.” Taehyung confirmed. “How were you so certain?”
“Daryl needs a new one every month because he either spills his Big Gulp on it, or too many crumbs get stuck under the keys.” Yoongi sighed, unlocking the door in the back of the office. “I don’t know if Alan showed you, but this is our supply closet. Only IT and Bernice are allowed in here because we had a theft problem a few years back with some of the guys taking computers home and reselling them.”
“Wow, did they get fired?” Taehyung asked.
“Nope. It was Andy and Hunter.”
“As in…the guys on our team?” Taehyung questioned.
“Yep. No one else who works here would know how to use ebay, let alone how to sell in the online marketplace for stolen tech.” Yoongi said. “They only stopped because it was addressed and HR said they were doing an investigation. Obviously, they weren’t, but it was enough for them to stop.”
“And now they’re some of the only ones with access to what they were stealing?”
“That’s right.” Yoongi answered indifferently, causing Taehyung to crack up. “We have a pact to cover for each other, so if you try and tell on them, unfortunately I’m gonna have to back them up and go against you.”
“I’m not a snitch.” Taehyung grinned. “Even if they were still doing it, I didn’t see a thing.”
Yoongi smiled up at Taehyung, satisfied that he could trust the younger. It was pretty bold to tell their supervisor, but it always came out eventually amongst the team members, and they’d already gotten two supervisors fired before so Yoongi wasn’t afraid of them getting caught when they all worked together.
“The office supplies are all along this wall.” Yoongi gave Taehyung a mini tour of the cramped closet. “The snacks are there. I wouldn’t take any, Bernice keeps a log of it and she’ll know it’s us. And over on this wall is everything IT uses.”
Yoongi pointed out the shelves filled with laptops, monitors, keyboards, mouses, computer stands, manuals, and everything else no one knew how to set up.
“We keep all our broken stuff, I don’t know why.” Yoongi said, walking up to the shelf he needed. “I further don’t know why we put it with our non-broken equipment, because it just leads to needless sifting and chord tangling.”
Yoongi spotted a keyboard which looked new enough, and reached for it. As he pulled down the keyboard, a few more stacked up began toppling over—headed straight for the technician. Yoongi flinched and covered his head in preparation for the hard objects raining down on him, but the keyboard avalanche never came. Instead, when Yoongi opened his eyes, he turned to find Taehyung had put his hand up on the shelf, keeping the keyboards at bay and therefore protecting Yoongi from the hard panels banging against his head.
“I got you.” Taehyung told Yoongi with a little smile, causing the technician’s heart to flutter at how beautiful his supervisor was.
“Thank you.” Yoongi managed to get out. “That would have been painful.”
Taehyung’s arm was still up on the shelf to keep the keyboards away, and the realization dawned upon Yoongi that they were in such close proximity, and that currently the supervisor circumstantially had Yoongi caged with his back against the shelves, looking up at Taehyung as he spoke.
“Of course, Yoongi. You’re so small, I wouldn't want you to get hurt.” Taehyung grinned, making Yoongi gulp nervously as he stared up at his supervisor. “Next time you need to get something here, tell me so I can help you. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”
Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, nodding to answer Taehyung’s question.
“Is that a yes?” Taehyung asked for clarification.
“Yes.” Yoongi answered. “I’ll ask you to come with me.”
Taehyung smiled down at the technician. “Thank you, Yoongi. You’re really good at following orders, you know.”
Yoongi’s eyes went wide at the compliment, and it took all his focus to reach into his brain and find a response.
“Thank you.”
“Have you been told that before?” Taehyung phrased it like a genuine question spawned from innocent curiosity.
“N-no,” Yoongi answered. “No one had really given me orders like this before.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Does it bother you to be told what to do?” Taehyung asked, the slightest arch to his eyebrow.
“I don’t mind.” Yoongi responded far too fast, instantly trying to think of something to explain his rapid answer. “Sometimes it’s nice to be given direction rather than sorting it out on my own.”
“So you like being told what to do?” Taehyung asked. “Is it that you like taking orders? And that’s why you’re always so obedient to what I tell you?”
Taehyung was still peering down at Yoongi from his position of caging the technician against the shelves. Being this close, Yoongi could see Taehyung’s hair curling around his ear, and it looked oddly familiar…
“Yoongi?” The two heard Alan call for the technician, and immediately Taehyung stood back so Yoongi could get around him with the new keyboard in hand, leaving his supervisor to reorganize the broken keyboards that nearly crashed down on Yoongi.
“Yes?” Yoongi got before Alan, noticeably flustered.
Thankfully, Alan was the least observant person Yoongi had ever met, so he didn’t notice.
“Oh, perfect, is that for Daryl? He was getting cranky about it.”
“Yes, this is his. I’m gonna go install it right now.” Yoongi said, scurrying away to the crabby accountant’s cubicle.
He snuck a peek over his shoulder to see Taehyung exiting the supply closet, locking it behind him. The supervisor felt Yoongi’s eyes on him, and looked to meet his gaze, giving him an amused little grin that for some reason, from this distance, felt so peculiarly familiar.
After listening to Daryl bitch about the fact that all the tech supplies at the office were faulty as he was spilling Cheeto crumbs on the brand new keyboard, Yoongi returned to his cubicle to continue working. Thankfully, the rest of the requests that came in were ones that could be handled internally, so he didn’t have to go hunting down whoever it was that sent him a support ticket.
By the end of the day, Yoongi was exhausted as usual, and one of the last remaining guys in the office. It used to always just be him and one or two of the managers in their offices, but as of late, Taehyung had been staying back to work just as late as Yoongi. The technician couldn’t imagine what it was that had Taehyung staying so late, but either way, he didn’t mind.
The two would chat here and there as they finished their tasks then head to their cars. Yoongi would think about Taehyung sporadically for the rest of the night, possibly see his friends or have another stale hookup with Ray, then sleep and do it all over again the next day.
“Did you park in the other lot today?” Taehyung asked as they exited the office, noticing the lack of Yoongi’s car in the parking lot.
“Oh no, I took the bus today.” Yoongi answered, catching Taehyung by surprise.
“You took the bus?”
“Yeah, my check engine light came on again.” Yoongi informed him in a dejected tone. “Thankfully my mechanic could take my car this morning, but he said he won’t be able to really work on it till tomorrow, then he’ll give me the diagnosis.”
“So you’re planning to take the bus back home now?” Taehyung questioned.
“Yeah. The next one comes in an hour so I have plenty of time to walk there.”
“Walk there? In this weather? At this hour?” Taehyung questioned, both of their breaths visible in the cold evening. “Absolutely not. I’ll give you a ride home.”
Yoongi’s stomach flipped at the offer—as well as the thought of sitting in Taehyung’s passenger seat while the supervisor drove him home. He just knew in his heart that Taehyung probably drove with one hand.
“Oh no, it’s alright, I’d feel terrible making you go out of your way.” Yoongi declined the offer.
“Nonsense. Truly, I won’t be able to sleep knowing I left you in such a vulnerable position when I could’ve taken care of it for you.” Taehyung insisted, pulling out his keys. “Come on, I’m parked in the back.”
That made sense. That’s where all the higher ups parked amongst each other—mainly because it was tucked away behind the building, therefore in a safer area than the other cars in the main lot. There was no specific mandate set in place, but it was kind of an unspoken rule that anyone below a supervisor position wasn’t supposed to park back there with all the luxury cars.
Yoongi hadn’t really thought about what car Taehyung would have, as he was rather unfamiliar with luxury vehicles. However, he was familiar enough to know when he was looking at a rich person's car, which was exactly what Taehyung had, as the supervisor unlocked his McLaren and walked over to the passenger door.
Upon landing his eyes on the vehicle, Yoongi paused, tilting his head as he studied it. When Taehyung opened the passenger door and looked over at Yoongi to hop in, the technician just kept staring at the McLaren.
“This is your car?” Yoongi asked, his eyebrows raising a bit.
“Yeah, I bought it off my grandpa. He’s a bit of a car guy.” Taehyung chuckled, acknowledging the obvious that the luxury car was not something most office workers would be sporting.
Even most of the other executives didn’t have as extravagant of cars as this. Either way, that’s not why Yoongi was surprised at the brand of the car. His confusion came from a place of curiosity, because something about the car seemed awfully familiar. He was sure he’d seen cars like this one, but something about the matte black was giving him flashbacks of a memory that he couldn’t quite pinpoint.Yoongi was still staring, when Taehyung started to get a bit concerned.
“Yoongi?” Taehyung asked. “Are you alright?”
Yoongi broke himself out of his concentration and walked forward. “Yeah, sorry. I just thought I forgot something.”
The technician got in, Taehyung closing the door behind him before getting into the driver’s side. It didn’t register with Yoongi how nice that was until Taehyung was beside him, and he wondered whether or not he should thank his supervisor, or if that would be weird to point it out.
The inside of the car was all black as well, from the genuine leather seats to the dashboard and dark tinted windows, and Yoongi wondered if windows this heavily tinted were even legal. He wouldn’t be surprised if Taehyung had been pulled over by the cops for those tinted windows before.
“Thanks again for this.” Yoongi managed to get out as Taehyung revved up the engine.
“No problem at all, Yoongi.” Taehyung said. “I feel much better knowing you’re getting home safely.”
Taehyung put his hand on the back of Yoongi’s seat, looking behind him as he pulled out of his spot, before returning his hand to the wheel. Yoongi was internally freaking out a bit from how hot it was, and he needed to, once again, get a grip on himself. This was his coworker—his supervisor at that. He couldn’t be clouded by these fantasies at his age in his work environment.
“Where am I headed?” Taehyung asked once they got to the entrance of the parking lot to their complex, waiting for Yoongi to tell him which way to turn.
“Oh, left.” Yoongi tried to snap himself back into reality.
Taehyung asked Yoongi to put his address into the car’s GPS, and they were off. Yoongi didn’t like the idea of driving in silence, so he just brought up the first thing he remembered from the day.
“Also, thanks for how much you’ve been helping me in general.” Yoongi said.
“I’ve helped you?” Taehyung questioned, his eyes on the road while driving leisurely with one hand, as Yoongi had predicted. “I feel like you’re the one who’s been guiding me through.”
“I mean, yeah I’ve given the rundown. But anyone who’s been at the company long enough could do that.” Yoongi responded. “You’ve helped me with a lot more.”
“I really didn’t even notice I was doing anything.” Taehyung chuckled.
“You helped me not die from keyboards today, and you got the interns to listen to me for once. That’s the most anyone has ever done for me at this place.”
Taehyung glanced over at Yoongi with that charming grin.
“You don’t need to thank me for that. They needed some sense spoken into them.” Taehyung said. “I know for a fact that most of them are nepotism babies, which I have an extra low bar of patience for.”
“Yeah, that’s all the interns here.” Yoongi confirmed. “You just learn to get used to it, otherwise they might tell whoever their dad is, and you’ll be lucky to get off with just a talk from HR.”
“I doubt any of them would be tattling to their daddies now.” Taehyung said with a confidence Yoongi yearned to have. “They’re too far in the wrong, and there’s too long and incriminating of a paper trail from their tickets to back up the fact that you’ve been dealing with their shit for too long.”
“I don’t think I’m important enough in the company for them to care about replacing me.” Yoongi said honestly. “If any of those intern brats complained, I’d probably be gone in a day.”
“There’s no way I’d let that happen.” Taehyung shut down such a statement. “I wouldn’t let them fire you just because one of their spoiled kids didn’t like being talked to like adults.” Taehyung said. “And I don’t know why you’d say you’re not important enough to the company. No one knows technology the way you do, everything would malfunction past repair if they were left to their own devices to fix it. From where I stand, you’re one of if not the most vital employee we have.”
Yoongi was certain his cheeks were getting pink from how unexpectedly Taehyung’s compliment had come out, and he pressed his knees together nervously.
“That’s really nice.” Yoongi managed to say. “Thanks, Taehyung.”
Before the supervisor could answer, the screen on his dashboard lit up with a notification from a contact that Yoongi didn’t get a chance to read before Taehyung clicked it off. Yoongi had never seen his calm supervisor move so fast, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Is everything okay?” Yoongi questioned.
“Yeah, sorry. Just some details about my side hustle.” Taehyung said, glancing over at Yoongi. “Would you mind opening the compartment in front of you? I just need to see if I left something in here.”
“Oh, sure.” Yoongi tried to push away how abrupt the request was. “Is there something you’re looking for?”
“Yeah, it’s just gonna be a little black pouch.” Taehyung said, his eyes shifting between Yoongi and the road.
The technician nodded, still a little confused, but opened the compartment to find nothing but a little cardboard box.
“I don’t see a black pouch. Just a little b—” when Yoongi looked a bit closer, his eyebrows raised a bit as he looked over at Taehyung. “You keep masks in here?”
“Yeah, I always have some on me.” Taehyung explained nonchalantly. “I’m so sorry, but do you think there’s any way I could stop by my apartment really quick? I just need to run and grab something before I drop you off so I have time.”
Again, what Taehyung was referencing was so vague, and Yoongi was dying of curiosity. He also hadn’t quite gotten over the box of disposable black masks in the compartment, which—like this car—looked very familiar.
“Yeah, no problem.” Yoongi said, closing the compartment. “Are you sure you don’t want to just drop me off at the bus stop?”
“No no, it’s okay. Your place is actually on the way to where I’m going after, so it adds no extra time if I just stop at my apartment first before dropping you off then going straight to my plans.”
Yoongi just nodded along, trying to ease back into the conversation though the wheels in his head were turning now, and he felt himself mindlessly studying the car, trying to find signs that might prove to him what he was already questioning regarding why his new supervisor’s possessions were starting to remind Yoongi of some certain things.
They pulled up to Taehyung’s apartment complex, and Yoongi marveled as his eyes scaled the tall building. This complex was even bigger and more expensive looking than Ray’s, and it had Yoongi questioning just how much was Taehyung getting paid as a supervisor to be able to afford a place like this.
“Do you want to wait in the car?” Taehyung asked, looking over at Yoongi. “You’re also welcome to join me if you want.”
Yoongi definitely did want that.
“Sure, if it won’t take up too much time.” Yoongi said, though he hopped out the car with a bit too much excitement.
He was so eager to see what the inside of what resembled a five star hotel looked like on the inside. There were about five different areas of security for Taehyung to use his key fob in, proving just how much fortune this building must be worth and hold inside. Taehyung maintained conversation with Yoongi throughout, while the technician tried to remain cool while internally gawking at the view of the indoor courtyard through the glass elevator.
Taehyung was on the fourteenth floor—a height that Yoongi knew he’d feel dizzy looking over the balcony which he was certain Taehyung had. The supervisor let him in, quickly removing his shoes to rush down the hall where the bedrooms were.
“Feel free to use the restroom or grab a glass of water. I’ll be right back.” Taehyung told Yoongi, his deep voice verberating off all the marble flooring.
For as much wealth as Ray had, this apartment had the athlete’s look like a motel in comparison. Taehyung had floor to ceiling windows, large pillars, a black spiral staircase that led to the loft upstairs, a huge gas fireplace with glass stones, and what Yoongi would guess to be a genuine fur rug in the living room amongst the all black furniture.
Yoongi wanted so badly to sleuth around and see just how magnificent the place was, but he needed to hold himself back from being a total creep. Instead, he waited near the door, admiring from afar. He could hear Taehyung in one of the rooms, a few of the drawers opening and shutting, and Yoongi still wondered just what it was that Taehyung was collecting.
The technician scanned over the items on the table near the door, where Taehyung had placed his keys. There were a couple expensive candles that Yoongi snuck a couple whiffs from and discovered that they smelt just as delicious and expensive as Taehyung. There was a little ceramic dish with some rings, a spare key to his car, and at the very last hook under the eye-level mirrors, Yoongi frowned as he ran his fingers over the leather of what appeared to be a collar.
It wasn’t like any dog collar Yoongi had seen before. The leather was pretty thin, and instead of the click-latch that most pet collars had, this one had a buckle like a belt would. The hoop where one would hook the leash also didn’t look very secure if there was a dog that pulled against the leash on walks, and ultimately it just appeared to be a choker necklace like Yoongi’s sisters wore in the early 2000’s, with a belt buckle and a ring.
“Aright, good to go.” Taehyung said, rounding the corner with jeans and a hoodie on now, the black pouch in hand.
Yoongi would imagine it was probably expensive headphones in there—perhaps Taehyung needed it to go to the gym? Maybe he was a personal trainer, and that was his mysterious side hustle? Maybe Yoongi had no reason to be questioning anything at all, and everything about his supervisor that he’d been curious about was just completely insignificant.
“Are you ready?” Taehyung asked, pulling on Dr. Martin boots instead of his work loafers.
“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind that I noticed your collar here.” Yoongi said, pointing to it hanging on the hook. “Do you have a pet?”
Taehyung’s eyes drifted over to the leather, and a little smirk curved at his lips before he kept lacing up his boots.
“Oh, that.” Taehyung answered. “I’m surprised you spotted it.”
Yoongi wasn’t really sure how to respond to his supervisor’s mysterious comment, but decided not to pry further and just respond to his last statement.
“I was just curious because of how it looks.” Yoongi said. “I grew up with both cats and dogs and I’ve never seen a collar like that, and you’ve never mentioned having a pet.”
“I don’t at the moment.” Taehyung said, his smirk growing more playful. “Why? Do you wanna wear it?”
Yoongi’s eyes went wide, his face surely flushing at the completely unforeseen question.
“Huh?” He tried to form a follow-up question, his brain seemingly short circuiting. “Me?”
“Yeah, it’d look good on you.” Taehyung said in a playful tone.
However, something about the way he was looking at Yoongi had the technician swallow a lump forming in his throat, before the supervisor chuckled.
“Sorry, I’m just teasing.” Taehyung said, standing up with his boots secured. “Ready to go?”
“Y-Yeah.” Yoongi nodded, reaching for the door and missing it a few times as his hands were trembling.
Taehyung ended up opening the door for Yoongi and the two walked out and down to the supervisor’s car together. Yoongi wasn’t even really quite sure what they were talking about the whole ride home, since he couldn’t stop replaying Taehyung’s joking questions.
“Why? Do you want to wear it?”
“It’d look good on you.”
It wasn’t just the fact that he’d made the jokes, it was the look he’d given Yoongi as he was doing so. The same alluring tone in his voice that he adopted only at certain moments—when he was complimenting Yoongi on his obedience, randomly commenting on the sturdiness of the furniture, telling Yoongi how good he looked on his knees…
Soon Taehyung was at Yoongi’s apartment, dropping the technician off.
“Your car is still gonna be in the shop tomorrow, right?” Taehyung asked, remembering that detail that Yoongi had told him.
“Yeah, probably till Thursday.” Yoongi answered.
“Okay, I can come pick you up tomorrow before work then so you don’t have to take the bus.” Taehyung said, as Yoongi stepped out of the car. “Does 8:30 sound good?”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” Yoongi responded, shaking his head. “I’ll just take the bus.”
“It’s still freezing in the mornings, Yoongi. I’ll just come pick you up.”
While Yoongi did adore the idea of spending more time alone with Taehyung in his car, he didn’t want to make his supervisor feel responsible for him. But before Yoongi could reject the offer again, Taehyung could sense it, and cut it short.
“Remember that compliment I gave you in the supply closet?” Taehyung asked, an arch to his eyebrow.
Of course Yoongi remembered. Taehyung had complimented Yoongi on his obedience, and mentioned how good Yoongi was at following orders. Specifically, Taehyung’s orders.
Yoongi couldn’t find it in himself to answer, so he just nodded in response, resulting in a look of satisfaction from Taehyung.
“Good. So I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning?”
“Okay. Sounds good.” Yoongi answered simply. “Thank you.”
“No problem. Have a good night Yoongi, make sure to get your full 8 hours.” Taehyung said, flashing that hypnotizing smile once more before driving away.
Ray texted Yoongi as the technician walked up to his apartment, but Yoongi didn’t respond. Instead, Yoongi just made his way up to his apartment, locking the door behind him and going straight to his bed, stripping into his sweats and getting under the comforter.
He pulled it all the way up to his neck, before looking down at his phone screen from under the blanket, as if hiding himself while still allowing airflow, then pulled up the gay porn website of his choice. He located the different tags always labeled at the top above the search bar, and scrolled to the tag that always called his name but he’d never had the guts to click.
The events and conversations and comments that had come up ever since Taehyung got hired played over and over in his head while his thumb hovered over the black tag with red letters. Admittedly, Yoongi had always been pretty vanilla, though he knew he’d secretly craved more, he’d just never been brave enough to explore that part of himself. That, and he’d never had a partner who’d been interested in exploring either.
Yoongi debated for a moment longer, before finally pressing down on the tag labeled BDSM.
The first thumbnail that popped up was of a man in only his briefs on his knees, his wrists tied behind his back, and the man in front of him was fully dressed in a button down and suit pants, his foot resting on the tied up man’s groin. Yoongi’s mouth began watering as he hesitantly clicked on the video.
It started out in the room, with the clothed man asking the nearly naked one if he knew what he’d done wrong. From there, the naked man admitted that he’d broken the rules put on him, and accepted the erotic punishment from his dom.
Yoongi watched in awe of what played out, his dick getting harder and harder with each punishment the submissive was given, every filthy word he was called, every humiliating command the dom delivered. Eventually, the sub pleased the dom enough to earn some praise on his performance and how well he took his punishment, and Yoongi was stroking himself by this point, utterly enthralled by every moment.
He imagined that he was the one tied up, and that Taehyung was standing before him, looking down at him, giving him commands, praising him as well as degrading him. Doing all the same things to him as these pornstars were doing. Some of the things this dom was saying to his sub weren’t that far off from what Taehyung had told Yoongi. Taehyung’s words that had echoed in his head were even louder now that he saw scenarios from his fantasies playing out on the screen in front of him.
“I just appreciate strong furniture when I see it….You never know what activities you’ll need good support for, right?”
“So you’re on your knees a lot?. . .I will say that you look really good like this.”
“Is it that you like taking orders? And that’s why you’re always so obedient to what I tell you?”
Yoongi found himself answering the dom’s rhetorical questions in a whimpery voice as he bucked up into his hand, closing his eyes and envisioning Taehyung telling him how good he is at being his slut.
As if by some weird destiny, right as the dom in the video gave permission for the sub to cum, Yoongi started spilling in his fingers, whining as he reached his climax. He leaned his head back, moaning as he jerked himself to completion. Once he took a tissue from his bedside table to wipe his hand clean and tossed it into the trash, Yoongi sat laid out on his bed for a moment, staring up at the ceiling and contemplating.
Unlike before, Yoongi did not feel ashamed about imagining Taehyung to be the one making him cum with his dominance. Sure, he would be mortified and have to change zip codes and probably move out of the country if ever Taehyung found out, but he wouldn’t, and he was simply the metaphorical bridge for Yoongi to cross over into this journey of sexual exploration.
It didn’t need to be Taehyung doing these things to him. It could be anyone, anyone who would treat Yoongi the way that the dom in this video was treating his sub. All Yoongi needed to do was find the right dom to do it, and he didn’t care that it wasn’t going to be Taehyung. His relationship with his supervisor was strictly professional, and it was outlandish to even humor the idea of Yoongi wanting to have Taehyung be his dom.
At least, that’s what Yoongi told himself.
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Okay, so maybe Yoongi was talking a big game when he said he wasn’t ashamed of imagining Taehyung as the dom in the porno, because now as he waited outside of his apartment complex for Taehyung to pick him up before work, he was kind of shitting his pants a little. Even though it was just in his head, a deep part of Yoongi feared that somehow Taehyung would know. Somehow, he had a hunch, and he would manage to get it out of Yoongi and mock him or report him to HR for his sexual fantasies.
Taehyung pulled up, getting out of his car to open the door for Yoongi, which caught the technician completely off guard.
“Good morning, Yoongi.” Taehyung greeted him. “Did you get your full 8?”
“I did, actually.” Yoongi said with a nervous grin.
“I knew you would. Like I said, you’re so good at following instructions.” Taehyung complimented as he got into the driver’s seat, making Yoongi squirm a little.
“Thanks.” He tried his best to segue the subject lest he pop a boner in the passenger seat of Taehyung’s car. “Did your plans go okay yesterday? I didn’t make you late, did I?”
“No, not at all.” Taehyung reassured him. “Even if I was running late, I’d still rather have that than leave you stranded in the cold.”
Yoongi smiled to himself, endeared by Taehyung’s dedication to his well being. He didn’t know whether or not Taehyung noticed, because the supervisor just went on asking Yoongi about his car, which led into an entertaining conversation between the both of them swapping horror stories with past cars they owned.
Even though Taehyung made Yoongi both exceedingly nervous and simultaneously horny, somehow he still managed to ease Yoongi into comfort so they could have an enjoyable conversation. The commute flew by too fast, and soon Yoongi had to swallow down his disgust as they pulled up to their office building.
“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to follow you around like a puppy today.” Taehyung chuckled. “I have meetings almost all day.”
It did disappoint Yoongi a little to know he wouldn’t get to sit next to Taehyung throughout his mundane tasks, but he tried not to appear needy.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry you have to sit in those freezing rooms for the next eight hours.” Yoongi responded light heartedly, receiving a little laugh from Taehyung as he walked him to his desk.
“Well, I’m off. If you need something, I’ll be in 604.” Taehyung said, giving Yoongi that playful smirk. “Be good.”
Taehyung walked away to his meetings, leaving Yoongi alone at his desk. He’d have been mortified if any coworkers heard that, but of course no one on his team did. They all had headphones on, and even if they didn’t, none of them give half a fuck about what Yoongi is feeling or how Taehyung talks to him, as long as the supervisor doesn’t butt into their system too much.
Yoongi had to take a moment to calm himself down, opening up the support ticket requests because he knew that if anything were to ruin his good mood, it would be one of those. And sure enough, when Yoongi saw a ticket from one of the interns about the goddamn printer, his bubble burst and he grumbled as he made his way to grab another cartridge of printer ink.
By the end of the day, Yoongi had nearly forgotten about his excitement to see Taehyung. It’d been a long 8 hours just sitting at his desk and dealing with his technology inept coworkers, and he wanted nothing more than to just flop down in his bed and sleep it off.
“Long day?” Taehyung’s deep voice came from behind Yoongi’s chair, startling the technician as he turned to look up at his supervisor.
“Yeah, just the same old.” Yoongi let out a deep breath, pushing his glasses up momentarily to rub his eyes before. “How were your meetings?”
“Hell.” Taehyung chuckled, plopping down in the seat beside Yoongi. “They’re already boring enough, but I didn’t realize how much more enjoyable my days are when I’m just sticking by your side. All of the managers and execs are so boring, I missed you.”
He said it in a jokey tone, but it made Yoongi’s stomach slip nonetheless.
“Missed you too.” Yoongi responded in a similar cadence—or, the best he could manage, given how unprepared Yoongi was for the compliment.
As Taehyung drove him back home, they picked up conversation just as easily as they’d left off, talking casually until a call interrupted Yoongi’s story. He looked down to see if it was urgent, only rolling his eyes when he saw who it was.
“Uh oh.” Taehyung commented humorously. “You don’t look too happy about that call.”
“I’m not.” Yoongi rejected it, sending the caller to voicemail.
“Can I ask who it is to be getting such cold treatment from such a nice little IT technician?”
Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek hearing Taehyung refer to him as that. He contemplated whether or not to be honest, then figured there was no reason to lie. It’s not like he hadn’t exposed his whole team for literal theft already.
“My fuck buddy.” Yoongi said, putting his phone back in his pocket.
“Oh? Are they calling to profess their love to you?”
It hit Yoongi that he’d actually never disclosed his sexuality to Taehyung before, and he hesitated for only a moment longer, trying to gauge whether or not to let his supervisor know he was gay. He’d hid it from certain people at the company for the sake of not dealing with potential passive invites to church that always seemed to happen with a certain type of group when they found out Yoongi’s sexuality.
But then again, Taehyung really didn’t strike Yoongi as the homophobic type. Plus, with how he acted and the stuff he said, Yoongi would be shocked if Taehyung was straight.
“No, he just wants to know why I didn’t come over last night.”
Yoongi peeked over to try and note any negative reaction in Taehyung’s expression after disclosing his sexuality. While there definitely was a slight shift, in that Taehyung’s eyebrow arched and the corner of his lips curled up just the slightest bit, it didn’t at all appear to be from distaste.
“You needed to go to your fuck buddy’s place?” Taehyung asked, glancing over at Yoongi. “I’m sorry I couldn’t drop you off.”
“Oh god no, I would never ask anyone to do that.” Yoongi shook his head. “He’s not worth it in the slightest.”
“He’s not?” Taehyung asked, a certain tone to his voice that Yoongi hadn’t heard before. Like, he was testing the waters for a specific response.
“No. It’s honestly not worth the drive even when I do have my car.”
“Why? Isn’t the whole purpose of a fuck buddy to get that sexual gratification?” Taehyung questioned.
“It should be, but that’s never really what ends up happening.” Yoongi said, starting to let his speech come more freely.
It was clear that both of them were dancing around the main question, and Taehyung finally took the leap to get there.
“Is the sex bad?”
Even though Yoongi was expecting the question, he was still a bit caught off guard by hearing Taehyung actually ask him out loud. It didn’t stop Yoongi from answering candidly, though.
“Yeah, it’s really lame.” Yoongi said. “He’s just lazy and boring. It’s the same every time.”
“What exactly is ‘the same thing?’ ” Taehyung inquired further.
“We just walk to his room, take off our clothes, I might blow him for a bit first and maybe he’ll do missionary for a second but then I end up riding every time.”
“Oh? You ride him?”
“Yeah. No matter how tired I am. If I don’t we just won’t have sex.”
“And that’s every time?” Taehyung asked for clarification, somewhat confusing the technician.
“Um…yeah. When I ask him to get on top, he won’t for more than a few minutes.”
“Get on top, as in ride you?”
Oh. So that’s why Taehyung was asking so many follow-ups.
“Well, no, I don’t—” Yoongi tried to find a classier way to word what they both knew he was trying to say.
“You’re a bottom?” Taehyung asked, a bit more animated than before.
“Yeah…” Yoongi trailed off, starting to feel a bit insecure that perhaps he was pushing this conversation too far past Taehyung’s comfort.
“That’s funny. I’m a top, but most of my friends are bottoms.” Taehyung said, glancing over at Yoongi. “That must be why we get along.”
Yoongi gulped, an odd mixture of excitement and a pinch of jealousy stirring within his core. Why on earth should he be feeling any form of jealousy over the bottoms that Taehyung was apparently friends with? Perhaps it was the way in which Taehyung had said it to Yoongi, with that signature tone the supervisor had that always made Yoongi question if there was a double meaning to his cryptic sounding words.
“That would make sense.” Was all Yoongi managed to say. “Sorry to bring this up, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Not at all, I’m the one who should apologize for prying.” Taehyung gave a courteous chuckle. “I’ve just always been a pretty sex positive person, so I don’t mind talking about lewd subjects with friends. I know not everyone is comfortable with it though, which I totally understand, so please stop me if I’m being too nosy.”
“It’s alright. I don’t mind talking about it either.” Yoongi lied.
He actually would very much mind talking about his sex life with almost anybody, but with Taehyung, it was different. If the topic of sex came up with any of his friends, he would evade every question and do his best to redirect the conversation. But with Taehyung, he was unexpectedly open to answer, and secretly hoped for more questions.
“So, you guys just aren’t sexually compatible?” Taehyung kept asking about Yoongi’s fuck buddy.
“I guess not. Although, to be fair, we’ve never really talked about our preferences.” Yoongi answered. “We just matched on a hookup app and I’ve kept it going ever since.”
“Would you ever bring the topic up to him?”
“I don’t think so. I can tell he's not the type to…do more than just the deed itself.” Yoongi said. “I can tell he’s just using my body to masturbate.”
“Is it mutual that way?”
“Not really, I don’t cum most of the time.”
“Then what keeps you going back?” Taehyung asked.
“Honestly, I’m not really sure.” Yoongi shrugged. “I think because I like feeling desired.”
“I mean, if that’s what you’re wishing for, you don’t need to look far.” Taehyung chuckled. “It wouldn’t take long to find heaps of people who find you desirable.”
Yoongi bit his lip, looking down at his hands in his lap. “Well, that, and the fact that he’s just safe.”
“Safe, like health wise?” Taehyung asked.
“Yes, and also just the fact that I know what I’m getting, you know?” Yoongi tried to explain what he hardly understood himself. “Like, I’m not walking in worried that they’re going to be into some weird shit that I’m not. At least with him I just show up, get the attention and go.”
“Has that happened before where you’ve gone to a hookup and they’re into weird shit you don’t like?”
“Well, no. I don’t really know what I like.” Yoongi admitted, sparking Taehyung’s interest.
“You don’t?”
“Not really…I mean, I know for certain that I find my fuck buddy boring. But honestly, I haven’t really tried much to compare it to.” Yoongi admitted. “He’s only the third person I’ve been with. The other two were long term boyfriends, and with all of them, the sex was pretty tame.”
Taehyung was thoroughly surprised to hear Yoongi say he’d only been with three people in his life.
“So, they were pretty vanilla, and you aren’t?” Taehyung pried.
“I don’t know. Possibly?” Yoongi shrugged again awkwardly. “I haven’t really been able to try much.”
“Would you say you’re pretty innocent then?” Taehyung asked, making Yoongi blush in embarrassment.
“...I’m not sure,” Yoongi responded, suddenly getting a gust of courage, then followed up with a question. “Would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Consider me innocent?” Yoongi said, his hands going cold with anxiety over Taehyung’s answer.
“I would, but sexuality is a spectrum and it can mean something completely different from one person to another.” Taehyung answered honestly. “I just haven’t met many men in the queer community at our age with that low of a body count, but there’s nothing wrong with that at all. You’ve probably saved yourself a lot of drama by sticking to what you know.”
“I guess. It’s just a little stale.” Yoongi said, shrinking in on himself after Taehyung practically called him a prude.
“Are there things you’re wanting to try to excite your sex life?” Taehyung asked, his eyes on the road.
Yes.
“Maybe a few. I’m not quite sure.” Yoongi settled with a bold-faced lie. He knew exactly what he wanted to try.
“If you met someone who knew how to do what you’re looking for, would you go for it?”
Yoongi paused for a moment, then looked over the same time Taehyung did, their eyes meeting and Yoongi could’ve gasped from the way Taehyung stared at him after the question.
“I—I don’t know. I think so.”
Before Taehyung could continue, they pulled up to Yoongi’s apartment complex. Yoongi was both relieved and disappointed that the conversation was cut short there.
“Thank you for the ride again. My car will be ready tomorrow.” Yoongi said, reaching for his keys.
Yoongi felt around his pockets for a moment, frowning to himself in confusion before his eyes went wide in regret.
“What is it?” Taehyung asked, noting Yoongi’s reaction.
“I left my jacket at work.” Yoongi sighed in disappointment at himself. “My keys are in the pocket.”
“Oh, shit.” Taehyung glanced at the clock on his car. “The office building is locked up by now.”
“Goddamnit.” Yoongi groaned, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
“Does anyone have a spare key?”
“My neighbors do, but they’re away on vacation this week.” Yoongi said, looking down at his phone to see it was almost dead. Today was also the first day of Hoseok and Jin’s couples getaway cruise, so Yoongi was completely stranded.
He was really about to sit outside his door all night in hopes that the janitor might do his job for once and open his door for him. It was highly unlikely, since the janitor called out most days, and the days he was there, he was playing Pokémon in the bathroom that he wasn’t cleaning.
“I mean…if you want, you can come back to my place?” Taehyung offered. “You can charge your phone and try to call someone, or just stay as long as you need.”
Yoongi’s eyes widened at the outlandish idea, but honestly speaking, what other choice did he have? He was almost positive the janitor wouldn’t come to save him, and he really hated the idea of sitting slumped outside of his door all night.
“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” Yoongi said with a wobbly smile. “Thanks, Taehyung.”
“No problem at all. I can’t have my little IT technician sitting out all night.”
Back at Taehyung’s apartment, Yoongi still hesitated to walk in like last time—feeling like the place was too far out of his tax bracket for him to be trusted inside of it. What if he broke one of the weird vases that might end up being Yoongi’s entire, pathetic net worth.
“Go ahead and make yourself at home.” Taehyung said, amused at Yoongi’s reluctance. “Are you hungry?”
“No, I’m okay. Thank you, though.”
“Yoongi, I could hear your stomach growling on the drive over.” Taehyung caught him in his lie.
“Really, I’m okay. I’d feel too guilty eating your food.”
“My mom just came this weekend and stocked my fridge up. I’ve got more than enough to share.” Taehyung smiled. “If you really feel bad, then we can just eat at your place next time.”
Yoongi genuinely thought he’d rather jump off Taehyung’s balcony than have this millionaire see his run-down apartment. Nevertheless, he had a feeling Taehyung wasn’t going to let him go hungry, and Yoongi truthfully was pretty starved, so he relented.
“Alright, whatever you don’t really like, I’ll have. I’m good with anything.”
Taehyung couldn’t wipe the endeared smile off his face at Yoongi’s overly considerate demeanor, as if afraid his mere existence was a burden.
“I can’t cook too well, but I think I have leftover spaghetti I can heat up. My mom’s an amazing cook, so I promise it’s better than regular leftovers.” Taehyung said, then nodded to the hallway. “My room is the last door down the hall if you wanna go plug in your phone. The charger is in the nightstand drawer.”
Yoongi was a little surprised that Taehyung was so open about letting a random coworker go through his stuff, but then again, the supervisor could probably replace anything potentially stolen in a heartbeat.
“Perfect, thank you.” Yoongi said before walking down the hall, waiting until he was out of Taehyung’s line of vision to gawk at the walls.
They were aligned with framed paintings that Yoongi imagined were probably one-of-a-kind, and certainly over a thousand dollars each. For as bland as Taehyung’s office desk was, and as sleek as his car was, Yoongi would never have imagined Taehyung to secretly enjoy so much color and eccentric art pieces.
At the end of the hall where Taehyung said his bedroom was, Yoongi walked past a door that caught his attention, and had him pausing at it. Unlike Taehyung’s bedroom door, this one’s door handle had a lock, and it was painted a dark maroon color as opposed to Taehyung’s black door.
Something about the door gave Yoongi the same chills he got when he drove by a certain building on his way from Ray’s house, and it took a moment before Yoongi snapped himself out of it and realized Taehyung might get suspicious over how much time he was taking to complete such a simple task. Yoongi blinked a few times to refocus his attention, pushing open Taehyung’s door and entering his lavish bedroom, which was almost as big as Yoongi’s entire apartment, with satin, black bed sheets, a beautiful fire pit, and wall to ceiling windows just like the rest of the apartment.
Yoongi needed to focus on his mission. He beelined for the bedside table, then paused when he realized there was one on either side of Taehyung’s mattress. He figured that the one he was looking for was the closest, but something deep inside Yoongi was luring him to the other table—calling for him to walk around to the other side of the bed and search in the drawer that was less likely to hold the charger he was looking for.
After a moment of contemplation, Yoongi’s feet carried him around to the other bedside table. He reached for the handle, slowly opening it up, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head as they landed on what was inside:
Ball gags, fuzzy handcuffs, blindfolds, an array of sex toys, and what appeared to be a chain leash, which instantly reminded Yoongi of the collar he’d asked Taehyung about, to which his supervisor had given such a suspicious yet inviting answer. He gazed upon all the items that Yoongi had seen in porn, the toys and materials he’d been fantasizing about and desperately wanting to try, all laid out perfectly in his supervisor’s bedside table drawer.
Yoongi was frozen in place as his eyes landed on the black pouch Taehyung had previously been searching for the day prior, and underneath it was something that looked very familiar. He swallowed shallowly and reached down to pull the pouch away so he could see what was beneath, discovering the black cap with the logo of the sex club stitched on the front—the one that the mystery employee had been wearing both times he’d noticed Yoongi and motioned for him to come in.
“Yoongi?” Taehyung’s voice was too close for the technician to hide what he’d been doing, and sure enough, his supervisor was walking into the room with Yoongi caught in the act of snooping. “Did you find the ch—”
He stopped in his tracks as he realized which drawer Yoongi was searching through, and what he’d obviously discovered. Yoongi knew better than to try and lie about what he’d been doing when he was caught undeniably red handed like this, the black pouch in his hand and his cheeks red at getting caught.
There was no going back now.
“I know what you do.” Yoongi admitted.
Taehyung didn’t look the slightest bit worried, nor shocked. He simply arched an eyebrow to match the side of his lips curled up.
“Oh do you?” Taehyung mused. “And what exactly is it that I do?”
“You work at that sex club. Lipstick & Lace.” Yoongi said. “I’ve driven by and seen your car, and twice I’ve seen you walk in. I know it’s you, and I know what employees do to work there.”
If Yoongi thought he was going to gain the upper hand by uncovering Taehyung’s profession, he was dead wrong. Instead of appearing as though he were caught red handed, Taehyung looked satisfied, and it struck him that perhaps the supervisor had just been waiting for Yoongi to figure it out himself.
“Well well well, what a little detective you are.” Taehyung advanced toward Yoongi, slowly backing him against the wall. “And how does someone as innocent as you know what such a sinful business as Lipstick & Lace is?”
“I–I see it on the way to Ray’s house.” Yoongi told him. “I know what it is, and I know that was you walking in that time I drove by.”
“So, you were prying where you shouldn’t be in order to figure out whether or not I worked there, huh?” Taehyung questioned, still getting closer. He slowly pulled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoos Yoongi had noticed the first time he saw Taehyung walking into the club, unaware that it was his supervisor. “Don’t you know what happens to nosy brats like you when they get too curious?”
Yoongi’s back hit the wall, his whole body trembling as he gulped shallowly. He looked up into Taehyung’s eyes, swearing he could see an incubus in them. The dom could feel the tension coming from Yoongi and smirked in satisfaction, leaning in so his lips ghosted over Yoongi’s ear.
“They end up on their knees.”
Yoongi felt Taehyung’s hand slide up his chest, his fingers slowly wrapping around Yoongi’s neck and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Taehyung sneered. “To have the professional dom’s fingers wrapped around your pretty throat while I tell you what I want to do to you?”
Yoongi whimpered as Taehyung loosened his fingers, his mouth salivating and his dick rock hard with his supervisor standing over him and speaking to him in this way.
“Answer me, Yoongi.” Taehyung ordered, his eyes narrowing. “I told you that you’re so obedient, didn’t I? So be a good boy and tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Yoongi gnawed on his lip, far too embarrassed to verbalize exactly what it was that he wanted. But, Taehyung had indeed complimented him on his obedience, and told him to be a good boy, which Yoongi desperately wanted to be. So he complied.
“I—I want you to…” Yoongi shrunk beneath Taehyung, looking away to avoid the dom’s eyes peering down on him. “...dominate me.”
Taehyung’s fingers were on Yoongi’s chin, forcing him to look straight up at him, the dom’s eyebrows downturned.
“Look at me and answer.” Taehyung ordered. “What is it you want me to do?”
Yoongi’s lip trembled, his cheeks bright red from embarrassment, but he wanted this so bad.
“I want you to dominate me.” Yoongi mustered the sentence out, his volume barely above a whisper.
His candor earned a satisfied, devious smile from Taehyung.
“Good job, Yoongi. You’ll learn to do what I say without me having to ask twice.” Taehyung hummed, causing Yoongi to swallow shallowly. “Now, get on your knees.”
Yoongi’s eyes widened at the sudden command, given with no warning after Yoongi had confessed what he wanted.
“What?”
“I told you to get on your knees, since apparently it’s a position you’re familiar with.”
The sinister smirk curving at his lips caused Yoongi to gulp nervously as Taehyung’s silky voice dropped an octave lower.
“And if you’re not yet, you’ll get used to it.”