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This ending is so heartwarming. Thank you for writing such a wonderful end to my favorite oc and jimin! My heart swells with emotions so much more Now that they have Nari. I was tearing up the whole time i was reading this, feeling somewhat relieved and proud for oc that she has gotten the respect and love that she deserves finally. And i feel that love radiate from your writing and i know i will miss this couple so much. This Jimin is my favorite jimin. He’s gentle, loving and certain for what he wants. He’s the softest. He’s so loyal and patient, all while fighting for the love he knows he deserves. I’m crying.. i’m going to miss him.. 😭

i’ll be looking forward and patiently stand by for the drabbles. I hope you show us more of cute little nari. I kinda want to see more this new side of Jimin Because Daddy AOYJimin is a whole new thirst trap. I can’t! 🥵😭🥲😂✨

Thank you for writing this fic @writtenwhalien 💜💜💜 you always write the best fics! I can’t wait for your new stories! You just made my entire weekend with this update! Have a great one babe! 💜💜💜✨✨✨

all of you: forever (epilogue)

Park Jimin is the man of your dreams… and now you have him, forever.

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

word count ↠ 7535

A/N: still haven’t processed that we’re at the end of this series, but i reckon it will hit in a few days when i’m no longer reminding myself that i have to hurry up and work on it 😅thank you so much to every one of you who have been reading this series, and i hope you enjoy this epilogue. (i’ll admit i’m feeling kinda sucky bc i’m not happy with how my writing is turning out these days but..)  i tried my hardest to complete their love story like they deserve 🥺 also, i want to say thank you to @kithtaehyung once again for making the banner that i love so much… you’re the best ryen!! 💓

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Idk if it's me or if the time really has gone by fast, but it feels like yesterday when you said you didn't feel like writing aoy but here you are now, dropping a brand new chapter out of nowhere like the queen you are! ❤

I really do wonder what else your megamind has in store for these two babies because clearly at this point I can't find a goddamn solution to this freaking mess. 😭 There's so much I need to say but sure thing is, I did suffer a lot while reading! If I had to describe it with one word, it'd be intense...

“Ah, you’re here!” Deok-su interrupts, and you all look over at him.

He’s smiling for the first time since you got here, and when you follow his line of sight and see the reason why, your heart sinks.

It’s Bong-cha.

I knew it would happen, I never trusted him. I mean, of course he had to invite his favorite girl in that dinner.

Smiling, you return his kiss and ignore the voice that sings loud and clear in your head — the real reason you’re staying.

Deep down, you’re making the decision for Jimin… Bong-cha is the obvious choice. And you want him to see it too. You know you’re subjecting yourself to more digs from Deok-su and it’ll be far more embarrassing because he’ll be praising Bong-cha, and he’ll be doing it on purpose. You’re smart enough to have figured it out

— Deok-su has invited Bong-cha to show Jimin just how different the two of you are, and it’s exactly what you need Jimin to see.

I don't think that just saying “I've felt so bad for her” will do justice to what I really felt for oc at this moment. But she's SO strong, I mean I could never...

Deok-su raises his other brow, clearly surprised. “Your father works at J.P. Morgan?” he asks incredulously.

“Yes, my father,” you reiterate purposely. Jimin smiles proudly when you do so.

“Ah, I presume he must’ve known someone who worked there, they would’ve pulled a few strings to get him the job,” Deok-se assumes mockingly, and you’re quick to put him in his place:

“No, actually. There’s just some things that money and status can’t get you.” Deok-su’s face almost drops but you carry on. “My father is a good man and that’s always reflected well on him.”

Honestly, this was my favorite part, obviously! No need to explain why... 😭❤

The words catch in Bong-cha’s throat and she swallows. She has no idea what is going on between Jimin, you, and Deok-su, but whatever it is, she doesn’t want to get in between it. “Might I have some time to think about it?'' She gets out meekly.

Hopefully, Bong‐cha will respect oc & Jimin's relationship and will be a part of the solution. I have a good feeling about her, she just seems such a nice woman with dignity. I mean, pretty please...

“Well the CEO of your company,” Geun-woo says almost mockingly, his own frustration at his grandpa showing, “is crazy in love with someone else so it’s either me or no-o—“

I love Geun-woo so much! The way he stood up for Jimin was so brave! 💗 Best character ever and he clearly didn't deserve that slap omg 🥺

Deok-su looks out towards the empty lawn in the direction that Jimin had gone. “I know,” he says. “I was never counting on him to make that decision.”

Pil-woo looks at his dad with a confused expression. “What?”

Deok-su turns to him, his lips almost turning up into a smile, and if Pil-woo isn’t mistaken, he looks… melancholic. “Jimin and you were both right,” Deok-su says quietly, “Y/N is a smart girl.”

Okay, I'm trying hard not to dislike Deok-su and even though I want to feel sorry for him as I should, I can't. He just makes it so difficult. Jimin was right when he told him that oc is better than he'll ever be as long as he keeps thinking like that.

This old man's been bragging about his good reputation, his company & how he's managed to be successful without any help and I would appreciate it if he was doing it the right way. Don't get me wrong, I just believe that respect has boundaries. Respect is earned, not entitled no matter what age.

Anyway, ty for sharing your beautiful work Amelia! You're so talented, I'm in love with your writing and you know it, there's no need to worry, ily 💗💗💖💘💘

All of You | 05

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

word count ↠ 11,416

18+ | warnings ↠ classism, prejudice, reader experiences anxiety, loads of angst. honestly this one is just super painful with fluff in between from our sweetheart aoy!jimin

summary ↠ Park Jimin is your definition of perfect. He’s talented, handsome, and dedicated to everything he does, making him the man of your dreams. But what happens when you both wake up one day and realise that’s all you had together…  a short dream?

A/N. sorry it took so longgg :/ i’m in a love hate relationship with my writing and atm i’m seriously reconsidering my status as a ff writer. also apologies in advance for any mistakes :s

The words ring through Jimin’s head, rendering him speechless while Deok-su just stares at him. 

I want you to marry Bong-cha. 

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I can't remember if I've ever cried this much for a fanfic before but OH MY GOD, AMELIAAAA I CAN'T ANYMORE– 😭😭😭 two times in a row...

I cried when oc was forced to resign from Park Motors and leave her apartment for some time to ease her pain, I cried when Jimin was getting his engagement photos taken with a heavy heart, I cried when oc saw the announcement and read the headline – like I did cry so much that I got to the point where I had to take short breaks in between to wipe my tears so that I could keep reading, damn... I can’t say I didn't like it though. It was painfully good, beautifully written and full of emotions once again 💔😭😭

“And did you know that when I tried to end things out of respect for Jimin and you, that he would beg me to marry him over and over?”

Deok-su’s face falls and from that simple question, you have the upper hand, and you use it to drive your point home. 

“That he would resign as CEO as long as he could have me? That he was willing to choose me over everything else because he loves me?… Me,” you repeat. “A lower class girl from Gangbuk-gu, with uneducated parents and no social status that you deem so important.”

The same way Deok-su knew that you and Jimin would break up because of him, you knew that despite what he’s always thought, it’s you who would have the upper hand as long as Jimin doesn’t have you. 

The look on Deok-su’s face is priceless, but you’re far too hurt to care. 

Steeling yourself, you finish what you came here to say, your pain and contempt clear in every word. “I truly apologise for the stress I must’ve caused you, Mr Park. The mere thought of your grandson being with someone like me must’ve been horrifying to someone like you.” Your vision blurs with tears as you say your next words, your voice rife with emotions — 

“But I will never apologise for loving Jimin, nor will I apologise for him loving me, because he is the best thing that’s ever happened to me and even though you’ve taken that away from me, I’ll always love him.”

I personally think that the part where oc visited Deok-su and Eun-ae in the hospital was one of the most powerful moments throughout the story, it's my top favorite oc moment right now. She's the strongest and yes, far better than many of those women raised with wealth and status as Deok-su finally started to realize himself – him feeling guilty is a glimpse of heaven in this absolute hell, and that thrilling cliffhanger got me hoping again. Looking forward to seeing some off-the-cuff reactions, they better be good omg!

Also, I loved that Pil-woo and Eun-ae never missed the chance to remind Deok-su how disappointed they were by his attitude, especially Eun-ae. At first I thought she shared the same beliefs with her husband, but now she has my gratitude 🙏 And honesty, it's quite interesting to know there's some kind of love-based desicion type parallelism between them. Can't wait to see what's about... Deok-su, what have you done?

Thanks for sharing this heartbreaking PIECE OF ART, babyyy!!! 💗💗😭

all of you | 07

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

word count ↠ 6057

18+ | warnings ↠ angst.

summary ↠ Park Jimin is your definition of perfect. He’s talented, handsome, and dedicated to everything he does, making him the man of your dreams. But what happens when you both wake up one day and realise that’s all you had together…  a short dream?

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Oh man, I'm not mentally prepared to say goodbye to them 🥺❤ I mean, I'll have to... very soon but damn! I just know this fanfic will be one of my all time favorites – the emotions it made me vividly feel is something I'll always remember, and ofc I'll be coming back to read it whenever I feel like missing it.

You've no idea what you did, but you've written a little universe with some of the most phenomenal main characters that it makes me constantly think of this; if the dynamic with my future husband isn't like the one that aoy!jimin & oc have, then I don't want it, lool. I enjoyed every single moment (even the intense ones). It's one of those storylines that touches on social issues and makes you contemplate the situations, instead of just enjoying the story. I love your stories just because of that. Each one of them touches on different issues and the way you do portray them –vividly describing the little details to unfold or twist the plot– is so captivating that you can't help, but feel & experience all those problems as if they are your own.

I cried again while reading the chapter, but this time with happiness. It was soothing and heartwarming, just what we all needed after the last two heartbreaking chapters.

“Great, father’s full name and date of birth please?”

“Uh, Park Jimin.”

You’re fiddling with the hem of your dress, so you miss the way Sol’s eyes widen and her head perks up, but she quickly resumes her professional persona as she asks, “Sorry, could you repeat that, was it Park Jimin?”

Somehow I sensed that Sol would probably know Bong-cha (tbh, I thought she's related to her like a sister or smth... 😅 but best friend, it is!) I've been having a feeling that Bong-cha would help them be together again since that embarrassing dinner at Deok-su & Eun-ae's house, and so she did. I can't say that I didn't feel bad for her though. She was so brave to tell Jimin the truth about oc's pregnancy and step away. It must've taken everything in her to do the right thing considering her feelings, she really deserves so much and I'm sure one day she'll find someone who'll be willing to give her the world.

“Are you okay?” Eun-ae asks concernedly. 

“I’m fine,” Jimin answers, a smile growing on his lips. “I’m better than ever actually.” His grandparents continue to look confused, but for the first time as Jimin stands in front of them, he feels no pressure of wanting to please them, so he easily says the following words… “I’m not marrying Bong-cha.”

Deok-su frowns, as though he expected this, but Jimin ignores it and carries on. 

“The wedding isn’t going to happen, and I’m going to Y/N right now to tell her that I love her and I’m not leaving her.”

“Jimin,” Deok-su sighs, his guilt still heavy on his shoulders from the past weeks. “We’ve been through this—“

“I’m not here to ask for your permission,” Jimin interrupts, tone as stern as it’s ever been with his grandparents but he doesn’t care. “I’m here to tell you. I’m going back to Y/N, and one day, I will ask her to marry me, and she will be my wife, if she’ll have me.”

I praised oc when she stood up to Deok-su and now it's time to praise Jimin as well cos that was brave. My poor baby finally realized that it's his decision of when and who'll get to marry and no matter how much respect he's got for his grandpa, there's still some parts of his life that Deok-su can't & doesn't have the right to control.

Eun-ae is officially in the list of my favorite supporting characters along with Geun-woo, Pil-woo & Gi, yay 😊

And seriously?! All this time Deok-su was afraid of Jimin hurting oc the way he hurt his own wife or was he afraid of Jimin destroying himself by being with oc because he thought she was a stupid crush of his, just they way he left Eun-ae for a stupid crush?! Either way, his excuse doesn't do much of a justice to me but whatever, thanks grandpa for making the right decision at the last minute & letting Jimin go to his love... can't wait to see his reaction about oc being pregnant with Jimin's child (if he ever finds it out tho 👀🤷‍♀️)

*mark the whole smut part*

OMG GEURLL!!! 🥵🥵 Look, I'm not pregnant but my hormones aren't okay after reading that smut, hot and gentle at the same time... I mean, HOW?! We love a loving boyfriend and a caring daddy, Jimin!

*lastly, best duo goes to Sung-ho & uncle Jimi ftw 🥰

Tysm for sharing such a lovely chapter babyyy 💗💗 Looking forward (but I'm also not 😢) to reading aoy forever, epilogue. Guhhhh, just by reading the title alone makes me want to cry...

all of you | 08

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

word count ↠ 14330

18+ | warnings ↠ angst, pregnancy, feelings of insecurities, mentions of unrequited love, lots of kissing, marking, dirty talk, Jimin has a bit of a praise kink, teasing, face-sitting, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), cum-eating, there’s a lot of “I love you”’s in here loool (it’s needed!), hand job, little bit of hair pulling, breast play, unprotected sex, impreg kink, multiple orgasms, creampie, and lots of fluff (finally!).

summary ↠ Park Jimin is your definition of perfect. He’s talented, handsome, and dedicated to everything he does, making him the man of your dreams. But what happens when you both wake up one day and realise that’s all you had together…  a short dream?

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“Park Jimin is the man of your dreams… and now you have him, forever.”

*reading this and trying hard not to shed any tears within the first second*

That epilogue contained all that was needed to get our lovely story wrapped up with complete satisfaction. It was soft, touching, well pleased, and with still a hint of sadness as it was expected.

One of my favorite moments was Deok-su’s apology and his meaningful talk with oc at the backyard. Her response and attitude towards him it's actually inspiring. She's a mature, stand-up young woman who knows how to respect herself and always proud of what she's achieved. I'm so glad she was the reason that Deok-su started thinking somewhat differently. Honestly, she may be a fictional character but she should be an influencer for all of us, young ladies out there. She really is spectacular as Pil-woo said.

And ofc, I'm not ready to say goodbye to aoy!jimin just yet. I loved him even more after the epilogue if that's even possible. The way he respected her decision as of when ready to visit his family or tell them about the pregnancy, it was impressive. He was always there for her, making sure she was never acting into anything she didn't feel ready to deal with. And don't get me started on how he's the cutest, most lovely daddy ever! Like, is it bad that besides the ceo thing, that's exactly how I imagine him as a future husband/ father in real life??? 😭❤ This man in this story is everything, I'm so wipped for him!

“Nari, you can’t keep doing this!” Jimin groans, putting down the pot of baby food defeatedly. 

Nari pouts, noises coming out of her mouth that tell Jimin she’s about to start crying, but he hasn’t got what she wants. 

“Princess,” he pouts back, (purposely mimicking his daughter in an attempt to keep her from bursting into tears), “If you don’t want to eat this, then you’re gonna have to wait because mama’s in the shower and daddy doesn’t have your milk, okay?”

Nari speaks back to her dad in whiny gargles, none of it making any sense to Jimin but he nods and responds with facial expressions as though he understands, keeping up the conversation of gibberish until you come out of the shower. 

You can hear their baby talk as you walk into your bedroom, and you decide to take a peek at what they’re doing, surprised to see Jimin fully invested in whatever it is your daughter is babbling to him. 

I swear, that little part did things to me that I can't even begin to explain about, guhhh... and the whole surprise proposal moment with baby Nari in the bedroom... why do you have to destroy me like this, girl??! 😭

Thank you so much for writing such a beautiful fanfic Amelia! It's been an emotional roller coaster, and even though you were worried about it not making sense sometimes, just know that all of those concerns and inner conflicts that each and every character had been dealing with made the storyline more realistic with plausible plot development. It made sense to me that there were moments where didn't make any sense to some of the characters as well until there was some sort of conclusion. And that's exactly what real life most of the time is – confusing. Forever grateful for you and this masterpiece of yours!!! 😭💗❤❤

all of you: forever (epilogue)

Park Jimin is the man of your dreams… and now you have him, forever.

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

word count ↠ 7535

A/N: still haven’t processed that we’re at the end of this series, but i reckon it will hit in a few days when i’m no longer reminding myself that i have to hurry up and work on it 😅thank you so much to every one of you who have been reading this series, and i hope you enjoy this epilogue. (i’ll admit i’m feeling kinda sucky bc i’m not happy with how my writing is turning out these days but..)  i tried my hardest to complete their love story like they deserve 🥺 also, i want to say thank you to @kithtaehyung once again for making the banner that i love so much… you’re the best ryen!! 💓

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I swear, I'll never get tired of these two and I sure as hell will never get tired of aoy!jimin The way he treats her with such tenderness, they way he takes care of her and the baby (even unborn), the way he teases her but also makes sure to give her everything she wants is just so goals, I can't even! He's husband material indeed ❤

I loved the strawberry feeding part and the following smut was as hot as always 🤤 Thank you for sharing this beautiful aoy stand-alone oneshot, I've definitely missed you & your wonderful writing 🥰💗

sweet cravings | pjm (m)

banner by the best @jimilter 💘

pairing ↠ (aoy) ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ established relationship AU | smut + fluff

summary ↠ With a little over a month left until your due date, Jimin whisks you away for a romantic getaway, spending most nights pleasing you in any and every way.

word count ↠ 4.5k

18+ | warnings ↠ pwp ig?? y/n is pregnany + horny, jimin is a tease (but also super cute 🥰), dirty talk, grinding, tongue fucking, oral (m. and f.), fingering, handjob, blowjob, cumshot, clit play, nipple play, finger sucking, pregnancy sex, lactation kink (honestly idek LOL), impreg/cum kink, multiple orgasms, creampie + our aoy!sweethearts being their usual lovesick selves <3

a/n. this started off great in my head and now it’s this, so pls accept it. it’s also written in one day so gloss over any mistakes please :) love you all, i’m sorry i’m taking so long with my fics, okay bye now xo

featuring the ‘all of you’ couple, but it can be read as a stand-alone! :)

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make me hot → pjm

↳  pairing: jimin/reader | smut ↳  au: ceo!jimin ↳  warnings: dirty talk, blow job, cunnilingus, orgasm denial/edging, DADDY KINK, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting ↳  word count:2.3k ⁙  summary:you messed up a presentation in front of your boss. he calls you up to his office. ⁛  A/N:this is a gift to my best friend @kinktae for her birthday which was january 14th. this fic was made to her wishes and specifications!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Top Park Jimin (BTS), Bottom Jeon Jungkook, Sub Jeon Jungkook, Shy Jeon Jungkook, Casual Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Threesome - F/M/M, Recreational Drug Use, also y/n is a baby hypebeast Summary:

jimin and jungkook pick you up at a bar.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader Characters: Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: CEO Park Jimin, bucket loads of cum, Creampies, face fucking, Oral Sex, Cum Eating, Public Sex, tit fucking Summary:

➾ summary: ceo!jimin takes it upon himself to discipline you when your attire doesn’t exactly adhere to HR regulations

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⏤ 𝚜 𝚞 𝚖 𝚖 𝚊 𝚛 𝚢 : he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you. married couple au

⏤ 𝚙 𝚊 𝚒 𝚛 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 : jimin x reader

⏤ 𝚐 𝚎 𝚗 𝚛 𝚎 : angst (rip sorry), smut, fluff

⏤ 𝚠 𝚘 𝚛 𝚍 𝚌 𝚘 𝚞 𝚗 𝚝 : 16k

⏤ 𝚠 𝚊 𝚛 𝚗 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 𝚜 : couples therapy (is that a warning?), cheating/infidelity, some swearing, soft mushy smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, lots of kissing, this is just v soft mushy sex, like super light softcore romantic porn

⏤ 𝚊 / 𝚗 : W H A T I S U P D E M O N S! I’m back with another instalment of the mixtape series, i sincerely hope you all enjoy it!! almost everything is read through and edited except the smut because like,,, its 4am and the sun is coming up and i’m ill and tired

The signs were there.

Your relationship with your husband, Park Jimin, was slowly fading; slowly dwindling into nothingness. You don’t really recall exactly why you’ve been drifting apart or what caused the start of the drift. All you knew, was that one day, two months ago, your husband had come home with a changed, indifferent air around him. Within that long agonising month, you had tried everything to garner his attention. You suggested bike riding down the Han River liked you used to when you began dating, trying to rekindle some of the love and passion in your relationship. However, Jimin had refuted the offer, claiming he had a busy day at work and he was tired. When you suggested a date night, something relaxing like a movie and dinner, Jimin had rebuked that too, not wanting to leave home. But when you’d suggested staying in and watching a film, he’d turned that down too; heading straight to bed instead.

For two months you tried whatever you could. From planned days in so that he could rest if he was tired, all the way to suggesting fun and exciting things like trips to museums or the park like you used to when you were dating. But each and every single idea was turned down with some excuse or another. At some point you began wondering if you had done something to annoy him or said something that caused him to begin pulling away from you. But no matter how much you racked your brain, you couldn’t pinpoint any thing. He was just no longer interested in spending time with you.

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A/N | the amount of time I’m taking to get these request done correctly is embarrassing i apologize. I hope you don’t mind that I turned this into a whole reaction and that it’s not fluffy...lmk if you’d like me to change it I certainly will.

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Kim Seokjin...

“Ok well what was that out there?” He spoke ominously back turned to you. “I- we-.” Laughing at your lack of response, he cut you off. “You fucked up that’s what it was hun.”

“Come sit on the desk, I want to see you apologize for making me look like an idiot.” He spat the last part like it was disgusting on his tongue. Already in deep trouble you decided to follow directions for once.

Turing smoothly in his office chair, you could see the resentment in his eyes. “Go on.” You swallowed thickly, his angered glare drying your throat. “I’m sorry for....correcting you during today’s meeting.” He scoffed, “there was nothing to correct!”

“Jin you can’t always be right, if you took that agreement, you’d never hit anything close to pro-” “who’s the boss? Hm? Who’s name is on this desk you have your tight ass planted on?” Mistakingly you let your eyes roll out of pure annoyance.

“Well excuse me?!” He leans forward quickly out of his chair, causing you to fall opposite of him. Pens poke at your back, his name plaque digging into your arm. Evilly he grins in enjoyment. “Found your place yet?, you seem afraid...afraid I’d hit you?” Wide eyed you nod, trapped like a mouse under its predator. Every inch of confidence stripped as he glared deeply into you. “Good.” Before you could even process his statement, you were harshly distracted by his rough hand landing across your cheek. Your head turns the other way as your right cheek tingles and burns. Chuckling he grips your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Find your place, and if you’ve forgotten it, I can help you find it...just like that,anytime.”

Min Yoongi...

Watching in envy, you pushed miscellaneous papers into the shredder. What a bitch! You saw her watching Yoongi all day just waiting for him to go to his office. So she could prance in there, thong up her ass, low cut shirt...the works.

“Yah! Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Jumping in fear , peeking down you found out what you’ve been shredding. He shoved you to the side turning off the shredder. “All those papers we needed for next week’s evaluation and review meeting...” you looked from the shredder back to him shrugging nonchalantly. Already having Somebody in your boyfriends office flirting him into hard on, the last thing you need is more work. “We’ll go fucking print some more of them.” He demanded his face stiff. Jin never liked you, maybe you’ll have Yoongi fire him.

You walked holding the last remaining sheet fully intact for reference, did Jin really think you were going to the copy room? What a dunce. Ignoring the meeting in progress light you pushed the heavy door open. “Hey y/n I’m sorry we’re in the middle of something.” You could tell he was just laughing at something a tint of red on his cheeks. Him kicking you out...this should be the other way. This hurt. “Me?” You gasped. She turned her silky hair fanning. “Y/n when we’re done I’ll come find you Alright?” She spoke a little above a whisper.“Don’t speak to me.” You glared at her walking further into the office. Obviously she’s confused about her rightful place, and Yoongi is too.

“You, get out.” She stretched her eyes looking back and forth from you to Yoongi. “Now.” “Min you can’t let her kick me out.” She scoffed, “I’ll speak to you later alright.” He smiled warmly,She got up storming from his room. “Yoongi what exactly was that?” He sat back in his chair. “A meeting.” “A meeting with what her left tit?” He closed his eyes harshly at your vulgarity. “No a meeting with your colleague about her position.” He offers the seat in front of him, gladly you take said offer.

“But what you did was uncalled for.” Laughing he leaned forward onto the table. He beacons you to follow, leaning forward you fall right into his trap upset he gripped your face making your cheeks squish. “Don’t ever come back in my office acting this way again, understood?” Nodding the best you could. “Huh? Understood?” “Yeah!” He let go leaving a ache in his wake. Before going back he reached for you again instinctively you pull back as if he was going to strike you. “Hm, I don’t treat you that harsh but I will...keep testing me.” He finished, only coming close to fix your hair.

Kim Namjoon...

Another day held the same daily routine, wake up Joon, cook breakfast, clean get dressed and head to work, work, eat lunch in Joon’s office, work,go home, and restart.

Today Joon had lunch delivered, practically throwing his money like confetti paper, much to the delight of his employees. Both of you sat on the floor of his office, enjoying the home style take out in silence. Without noticing all your attention was being absorbed by your phone. “What’s so intriguing kitten?” Your fingers stopped in their place “just texting a friend.” You looked at him through your lashes before going back to typing. He closed his take out container, he finished his meal and sneakily proceeded onto yours. Surprised by your lack of protests he spoke again.

“Oh yeah? And whose this friend?” He mumbled still chewing. “Someone I might know?” You nodded in response, unsatisfied he got up going to wash his hands in his office restroom. “Their name would be helpful y/n.” Just from his tone alone you could tell he was nearing impatience. “He works here, I’m just helping him...explaining how the log in system works he’s locked out at the moment.”

Joon no longer cared for their name and you knew it. “Oh ‘he’?” You nodded, he came drying his hands with his initialed towels. “New guy...Choi?” You looked up fully for the first time in a while. “Yeah, Soobin.” He nodded,Sitting in his desk turning to some papers. Nothing left to say you looked back down at your massages. “I’d like you to eat though, I don’t want you going hungry.” He ordered you around like a father and you obeyed.

Chewing, you almost choked as Soobin sent a joke that you weren’t ready for. Joon raised a brow, “a funny one huh? Let me see.” He looked down at you hand out flat. Your eyes went doe, there is no way your letting Joon read this vulgar joke. Soobin would be out of a job just as quick as he got one. “C’mon let me see, don’t make me take it.” Maybe he’ll laugh about it too, you gave up the device.

At first he squinted before his eyes grew wide. “ ‘This copy machine looks like the one from those cheesy office pornos....let’s make one?’ Y/N this is who you’re waisting your time on?” Rolling your eyes you went back to your meal, annoyed he didn’t find the harmless joke amusing. “Joon he was joking, it’s not like he knows I’m dating someone.”

You felt wind brush past you and a crashing sound occurred from behind, startled you made eye contact. “I had half the mind to throw that piece of shit at your head.” His angered expression taking you aback, you must’ve forgotten Joon is the extremely jealous type. “Go get it, bring it back to me.” Slowly turning trying not to take your eye off of him, you retrieved the shattered phone. Harshly he took it from your hands. Tapping before turning it to you, “block him.” You flinched at his sudden hand movement. “Don’t flinch away from me, block the bastard, before I’m the one bending you over the copy machine.”

Jung Hoseok...

Slouching in the pool chair you observed as the other women splashed and paddled around like children. You don’t usually go to these types of things, and neither does Hoseok. But this time it was important, he was here solely to kiss butt with his new business partners.

He practically forced you to put on your swimsuit, fully planning on walking you around like a show dog for the evening. Crossing your legs you brought your straw to your lips. You’d planned on getting in the pool, but apparently you weren’t good enough for the other wives...or affairs in the pool at the moment.So to spare the embarrassment you decided to watch.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hoseok came behind you patting your head softly. “Hm I guess.” You placed your drink away. “Hobi I’m ready to go. home.” You pouted, his hand still on the chair he came to your side. “Home? We’ve just got here an hour ago.” Nodding at his true statement you turned to look at him. “Yeah...and now I’m ready to go home.” Rolling his eyes he squatted to your level. “C’mon baby, go make a friend in the pool, splash around yeah?”

“No, I’m tired.” He groaned putting his head on your shoulder. “Y/n, boo don’t be a brat, you wanna go inside, wanna find a bed for you?” “Hm will you stay with me?” He looked over his shoulder, “ah Bruce wants to talk cuts and coverage a bit more, I can show you to a ro-” “nooo hobi!”

Panicking he pinched you to lower your volume. The party in the pool ceased and all eyes were on you. You’d learned how to cheat the system,It usually didn’t take much pouting from you to get your way. “c’mon get up.” He pulled me roughly by my forearm almost making you trip over your feet. He pulled you into the spacious home, up the stairs and into a hall. “Here let’s go in this room hobi.” You could tell by the look on his face hobi didn’t come to rest.

“Do you get off on making me look like an idiot?” He spoke close to your face. “Hey, I told you i wanted-” he covered your mouth with his large hand. “I don’t give a fuck what you want, now shut up and get in that fucking room.” Meekly you followed his order. “I’m sorry hobi.” “Ah I said shut up!” You stood in the middle of the decretive room, “down.” Down on your knees before him he looked down disgusted.

“Now make my cock hard so I can teach you how to use your loud ass mouth correctly.” Hesitantly you leaned forward, he groaned loudly reaching for you making you backwards in response. “Quickly, and don’t you dare run away.” He grabbed your hair, now under his full control.

Kim Taehyung...

“Mm how does it feel being my right hand lady?”

“Well seems like I’m on top of you right now.”

“I love how smart you are baby.”

Taehyung had recently promoted you to his secretary, now you can’t help but be in his office all day. Dreamily he looked up into your eyes as you straddled him. “Round 2 huh?” He huffed making you giggle, “let’s not indulge Taetae.” You nipped at the shell of his ear, he gripped your ass tightly. “What else do you have to do, I distributed your work along all the employees you’re here to have fun!”

“Well the phone has been ringing like crazy let me answer at least one call!” You climbed off, your skirt still scrunched around your waist your panties to the side. “Ahhh the baby wants to feel like a big woman go on answer.” Smiling with accomplishment, you picked up the phone. “Hello this is y/n y/l/n, answering for Kim Taehyung.” It was actually another secretary on the line you took notes as he spoke. You felt so responsible you knew Taehyung would be proud, you looked over to see his approval only to find him not there.

Confused you held conversation, until you felt something warm glide along your thigh making you Yelp. “Ah I’m sorry, Mr Lee, repeat that?” In fear you looked under your desk, mischievously Taehyung winked at you. You went back to the conversation, as he lapped your heat. You were already so sensitive you wouldn’t last a minute more of this. “Stop it please Tae.” You hissed pressing the phone to your chest. He did the opposite, penetrating you with his longest digit. Curling his finger and assaulting your clit, if the lewd sound of slurping could be heard by you you knew it could be heard over the phone. Quickly you hung up, very upset you squeezed his head between your thighs.

“Cumming baby?” “No, quitting.” He pulled back confused “what?” You fixed you panties, pulling your skirt back over yourself. “I asked you to let me do one thing, and still you couldn’t keep off of me.” He crawled from under your desk. “Who was on the phone?” He asked dryly, you looked over your notes. “Mr Lee.” “Oh, he calls everyday for his boss they have nothing to offer so we have nothing to give.” You nodded making a note to avoid his calls. “Anything else?” He shook his head going back to his desk with a deep sigh.

Oh good grief, you huffed falling back into your chair, you’ve gotten upset with him and now he’s going to mope around. “TaeTae, please understand I do actually want to work, we’ve talked about this.” You spun your chair to look at him, he looked at you inquisitively. “Maybe you should go back downstairs, I don’t want to distract you.” You could feel your eyes stretching. “Tae! No it’s not that serious.” “No no, your cubicle is still empty, the largest one.” You crossed your arms. “You’ll get the raise you just won’t be here honey...maybe I’ll offer the position to Sana.” He turned from you to go in his computer. “No, I’m not going.” “Bye Y/n see you tonight.” He mumbled nonchalantly.

“No Taehyung.” He gave a grim chuckle. “Stop being hard headed, go fetch Sana for me will you....love you.” “No kim Taehyung, this is MY job!” The phone rung and you picked it up, “hello this is-” He came pulling the phone from you slamming it to hang it up you flinched harshly. “Y/L/N, I won’t ask you agin, get out or do what I promoted you here to do.” He looked into your eyes devilishly. You complied removing your skirt, playtime was over, you sadly knew your place. “Perfect girl.”

Park Jimin...

“I’ll beat your ass come here. Now.” You stood in his office doorway, fear quaking over you. “Y/n...now.” he leaned on his desk looking you up and down. You walked in to what seemed to be your demise. “The door, close it, lock it.” “Mr Park please.” He got up walking behind you and slamming the door before walking in front of you again. “Where the fuck! Were you.” You looked at him, head fogged unsure of an answer. “I-I Mr Park...I’ve been here at work since 3 AM actually...before you got here.” He laughed lightly.

“I didn’t want your schedule, I know your damn schedule, the meeting today’s meeting.” You toyed with your fingers, “OH...oh Mr Park I forgot you needed me I’m sorry h-how did it go?” “We fucking lost the deal, the information you dug up is what we needed and you were somewhere in LaLa land.” He dug his hands into his hair. “C‘mere.” He sat on the leather couch that decorated his office. “Please Mr Park, I’ll stay late and I’ll beg for another meeting date.” He shook his head “no, c’mere.” You stood still pleading with your eyes. “I’ll drag you by your cheap blow out, bring your ass here.” You shuffled to him, he pulled your dress bending you over his knee.

He pulled your dress up, “Mr Park what will your wife say?” You began to tear up, why would he choose you to give his violent love to. “Ha, she’ll say “fuck me harder” later tonight why?” You shook your head refusing to respond. “Look into the mirror.” You obliged. He pulled his hand up just stoping before it hit you causing you to shudder a jerk violently. “ Do you fear me y/n?” You nodded almost sobbing. “I’ve trained you well...head up...be a big girl.”

Jeon Jungkook...

The whole building was draped in a gloomy mood as Jungkook stalked about looking for something to nitpick. Earlier today you and Jungkook had a falling out on the way to work about how close you were getting with one of your male coworkers. And said coworker that just happened to be your cubicle neighbor. He rounded your area multiple times, chastising said coworker, sending him on errands and putting him down again and again.

Seeing how it was affecting the newbie, you finally turned to Jungkook. “Mr Jeon, can I speak to you.” “No.” He turned quickly before going back to chastise the frightened employee. “Slip up again, and I’ll make sure you’re looking at a deep fryer for the rest of your life Kang.” He whispered just loud enough for you to catch it.

“Mr Jeon please, for a minute.” He clears his throat leaving your area. Your face grew hotter by the minute, you got up going to talk to your distraught friend. “Hey, listen he’s all bark and no bite what do you need help with?” You smiled warmly remembering how it felt to be new in a place like this.

“Well every time I answer the phone and start the question pro-” a heavy hand lands on his and your shoulder “who said this was a social hour y/l/n” a sigh came from deep inside of you. “ Damn it Kookie-” “who? Excuse me?” His eyes widening. “Jungkook- Jeon- I’m sorry...I’m sorry Mr Jeon.” He eyed the two of you “hm...kang get to work, y/l/n you too.” He began to walk away. “Y/n I’ll send you an email, I really need help on this.”

“Email her I dare you.” You spun in your chair “Mr jeon please! He’ll never get better if I don’t.” He rolled his eyes taking off his glasses, “what was he trained for if he can’t use the damn computer?” Everyone in the office was watching the dispute. “Pft I was trained on any of this! I had you holding my hand the whole way why can’t he?” He started waking the other way, his face glowing crimson. “Get in my office, now y/n.” You sat turning to your work. “No Jeon. I won’t.” “Y/n you can come to my office, or clock out and go home for the rest of the damn month.” All eyes on you like this was some cheesy tv drama, you got up following him.

Once in the safety of his four walls you stood hands on your hips “why kookie, why you being a Jackass?” He turned to face you, anger evident. Swiftly he pulled you by your shirt “talk to me like that outside of this office space the way you did today one more time, and you’ll be begging me to fire you. Yeah?” You nodded earning a open palm slap to your cheek, “yeah? Open your slutty mouth like you did for Kang, am I understood?” “Yeah kookie.” Another slap, your cheek began to burn. “Yes Mr Jeon.” He lifted his hand making you flinch in his grip. “Lovely girl, now get out there, and leave Kang alone or else.”

all of you | masterlist

banner by the lovely @kithtaehyung​ 💕​

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

18+ | series warnings ↠ drinking, swearing, explicit sexual content, an unwanted arranged marriage, pregnancy. (warnings will be more detailed for each part.)

summary ↠ Park Jimin is your definition of perfect. He’s talented, handsome, and dedicated to everything he does, making him the man of your dreams. But what happens when you both wake up one day and realise that’s all you had together…  a short dream?

word count ↠ 115k+

↠  prologue

↠ part 1

↠ part 2 (m)

↠ part 3

↠ part 4 (m)

↠ part 5

↠ part 6

↠ part 7

↠ part 8 (m)

↠ all of you: forever (epilogue)

bonus drabbles: (coming soon!)

# 1 — the first time

# 2 — tobias returns

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esse tuus | pjm

esse tuus (latin) ↳ translation: to be yours

synopsis: You’ve been plagued by dreams of your boss ever since you started working for him to the point where you’re unable to “play” with anybody else. Frustration and possible lack of sleep has you feeling lethargic, to a point where you find yourself falling asleep at work, but little do you know that someone is behind it all.

part of the dulce somnii universe.

pairing: jimin x reader

wc: 9.8k

genre/au/rating: 18+ | incubus, office au, f2l | S, F

warnings: minor descriptions of injury, oral (f. receiving), fingering, heaps of feelings, orgasm denial/delay, sex dreams? name-calling, degradation, praise kink

lil note: happy birthday jimin <3 and happy halloween!

listening to: serendipity

m.list | ao3

The night sky only darkens with the evidence of rain. With most of its denizens asleep, the city winds down quietly while it waits for the storm to pass. Two men stand in the middle of the downpour, two sets of eyes staring at the same window – the third-floor apartment belonging to a woman, the only one awake in the otherwise quiet night. They’re silent, waiting with bated breath for the lights to turn off, so that no one could listen into their conversation, despite them surrounded by a powerful aura that shrouds their identities while wicking away the rain to keep their coats dry. As they say, you can’t be too careful when the walls have ears.

When the final inhabitant of the city surrenders to the call of sleep, their conversation begins.

“That’s her.” It isn’t a question, but Jimin nods in confirmation. “How long?” his companion asks, his deep voice clear despite the thundering stampede of rain colliding with the asphalt around them.

“Ever since I’ve known her,” Jimin replies wistfully. “Five years now.”

“I mean, aren’t you the same way? Isn’t that why you haven’t changed your form in nearly two years now?” he questions his tall companion curiously. “Surely that girl you were toying with is under your control by now, right? Why not move on to a different target, Tae?”

Taehyung doesn’t answer him immediately, the glare he throws at Jimin a sufficient reply. “It’s different,” he sighs after a heartbeat. “I don’t love her; I just need her to feed – to survive.”

“Bullshit,” Jimin counters with a roll of his eyes. “Pretend all you want, but you can’t fool me. I know the way you talk about her when you’re drunk.”

“It’s different,” Taehyung insists with a growl. Seizing Jimin’s shoulders, Taehyung’s golden eyes glint with irritation under the dim streetlight. “Because I’m not willing to give up my life for her… Unlike you,” he spits as he shakes his head. “I want you to think carefully about this. Are you sure you’re willing to give up your immortality, and eventually your powers, for a mere mortal?”

Jimin laughs, loud enough that it would normally wake everyone in the neighbourhood, but his powers have given him a gift of anonymity, so the sound is merely carried away by the wind. Instead of staring into the gilded eyes of his friend that mirrors the storm around them, he looks up at the darkened room again.

With a graceful smile, he peels Taehyung’s hands away from his shoulders before turning away to leave, away from this dreaded weather. Indifferent about whether Taehyung could hear him, Jimin’s ruby eyes twinkle as he grins, “Oh, I have never been surer.”

---

You’re not sure when the dreams started, but it was shortly after you started working under the new CEO, Park Jimin. They weren’t so frequent before, maybe happening about once or twice every couple of months with you recollecting bits and pieces come morning. Now, not only were the dreams occurring nightly, you’re left with an uncomfortable mess in the morning – made evident by the growing wet puddle soaking your sheets, but also the way you can no longer look at your boss without heat flaming your cheeks.

When you confide your issue with a good friend of yours, she only gave you a weird look, telling you that the dreams were attributed to the fact that: (a) your boss is fine as hell; and (b) the stress that’s been accumulating with the mountain of tasks he’s assigned to you.

“If you want my opinion, I think you just need to get laid,” Jessie scoffs with a roll of her eyes.

Heeding her advice, you donned on your battle armour that consisted of a dark-red dress with a plunging neckline. You’ve been blessed that night with an array of beautiful men who vied for your attention, but even after deciding to go home with the mysterious soft-spoken one whose arm was covered in tattoos, you couldn’t go through with it.

It’s not that he was bad in bed either. The raven-haired boy had kissed you like there was no tomorrow, sending your nerves aflame as you reciprocated his passion. But, as you closed your eyes in pleasure when he laid you down on his bed, his visage was replaced by a certain blonde CEO. And the wonderful night that seemed so promising ended up with you apologizing profusely in embarrassment before speeding away from the mystery man’s apartment at 2am.

Rain has graced the earth more often lately, so by the time you reach your apartment in the outskirts of the city, you’re drenched, adding another tick of irritation to the already shitty night. After you finished towelling your hair dry, you decided that it’s time to sleep, and when you drifted into the abyssal darkness, you hoped that your dreams weren’t plagued by a familiar swoop of blonde hair.

---

The room spins as you attempt to make sense of your surroundings. There’s a hand on your shoulder that shakes you gently, but try as you might, the pounding in your head makes it impossible for you to keep your eyes open long enough to distinguish its owner.

“Breathe,” says a familiar voice. “It’ll go away if you just breathe.”

You do as the voice suggests, inhaling deeply while screwing your eyes shut, in hopes that it will drown out the ringing in your ears. Something soft glides across your eyelids and like magic, silence returns, a trusty companion.

Gingerly, you open an eye before wincing at the harsh fluorescent light. You blink a few times to allow your eyes to adjust to the brightness before finding yourself in the file room of your office, with steel shelves stacked with various kinds of blue binders, each containing reports of the company’s financial burdens and achievements through the years.

And in front of you, tie askew and flushed in the face, is your boss; the one and only Park Jimin.

He has you pressed up against a file cabinet, caging your body between two strong arms, white sleeves rolled to the elbows. You notice the hint of ink on the corner of your eye – a 13 on his wrist. You open your mouth to ask him about its significance, only to close it back up when his face looms closer.

Before your brain has a chance to register what’s happening, Park Jimin kisses you.

He kisses you with urgency, but not with haste – undoing you with every sweep of his plush lips against yours.

Though it takes you a moment, you pull him closer by his tie, earning you the familiar quiet chuckle that speeds your heart rate, and you too, kiss him back with fervour. Even when the inches between your bodies fall to zero, you want him to be closer still. And when he parts, you feel the ache of being torn apart. Your hands fall to his chest, the desire to rip the buttons off his white dress-shirt grows stronger with every second that passes as you study the swell of his lips, wet with saliva, glinting in the light.

“Do it.”

It takes you a second to register his words, but when your brain deciphers his meaning, your hands tighten their grip, wrinkling the white cotton fabric. With a heavy inhale, you yank. The buttons don’t fly off and clatter to the ground like in movies, but your strength did cause a few to strain against their threads. You run your hands down the expanse of Jimin’s chest as he shivers under your touch. You look up to see a marvel stand before you; one where his eyes are closed, and pretty mouth slightly parted to accommodate his staccato breathing.

“Kiss me.” Your words seem to be carried away with the hum of air conditioning, but before you have a chance to repeat yourself, Jimin slams into you, tangling his hand in your hair to tighten the hold he has on your head.

The cabinet clatters as he pairs the kisses with a buck of his hips, dragging his clothed erection up to your core; and you moan, your voice foreign in your own ears. You beg him for more as his nose trails the column of your throat, your own impatient hands fumbling to unbuckle his belt.

“Patience, my dear,” Jimin chides playfully. He puts a stop to your unsuccessful efforts by claiming your hands, kissing the knuckles with a smirk. You’re left stricken when his eyes meet yours, hypnotized by the ruby irises that stare deep into your soul.

“Your eyes… Were they… always that colour?” you mumble with a tongue that weighs like lead, but the fog descends on your mind again, rendering you incapable of speech.

“Ah!” you screech. The sudden high-pitch ring returns to block your senses and you cover your ears tightly to try and shake it off. From the din, you hear Jimin call your name desperately, but the pain is too great, and soon, you’re unable to see as a bright light consumes your vision—

Until you sense the same gentle swipe against your closed lids and the searing pain disappears, as though you imagined it all. When you open your eyes again, Jimin’s frowning. You try to remember the last few moments before the pain, only to draw a blank. Have you done something to upset him?

“Are you okay?” There’s a thin sheen of sweat above his brows and you reach out to wipe it away with your sleeve.

“I am,” he whispers despite the obviously pained smile. “But what were you saying?”

“Hm? I only asked if you were okay, sir,” you say hesitantly. Jimin’s acting strangely, ruby irises scouring your face desperately for an answer, but you’re not sure you know the questions to the test he’s given you.

“You were about to say something about my eyes,” he says slowly, evenly, like he’s explaining something to a child.

Your brows furrow. “I was?”

Jimin nods.

“I… don’t remember,” you admit with a shake of your head. Blinking at him now, you wonder why you would make such a comment – if you did. There isn’t anything wrong with his eyes. They’re the usual ruby red, flashing brightly against the light… right?

Yet, you can’t shed the nagging tug, the insistent voice in your brain that’s telling you that something’s wrong, but just as the low throb begins again, Jimin smiles sweetly, like he always does, and you feel at ease. A gentle brush of his knuckles against your cheek silences the part of your brain that’s trying to rationalize everything.

And when his lips return to glide against yours, you don’t remember what it was you were worried about.

“Oh—” You gasp into the kiss as his hand trails shapes on the skin of your thighs. Jimin takes the opportunity to kiss you deeper, swiping his tongue over your own. While you tangle your fingers in his hair, he hikes up your skirt and cups his hand over your pussy before he grinds your clit with the heel of his palm.

“Jimin—” Your fingers dig into his neck as you roll your hips into his hand. All of it is too little and too much, you’re unravelling too quickly – burning like a comet as you hurtle into his atmosphere.

Yet Jimin doesn’t stop, refuses to comply though you sob for his fingers; his cock; anything – to satiate the unbearable need to be filled. You claw at his arms, unable to fret over the long red lines you draw across the expanse of his skin. And just when you think you can no longer hang on, Jimin stops, a regretful smile on his face.

“What a shame. That’s all the time we have for now.”

---

“Holy shit!”

You’re up immediately, Jimin’s words still ringing in your ear. You swear you could still feel his hot breath against your skin, as though he was here the night before, but the absence of a warm body next to you signifies that last night was all but a dream.

Yet… it was so much more real than the ones prior.

Usually, you’d wake up recalling just the barest of details: Jimin’s lips curling into a smile or the way he’d coo your name as he draws patterns on your skin. But this time… you remembered everything; your mind highlighting every mole on his perfect porcelain face.

You wanted nothing more than to soothe the ache from between your legs but glancing at the wall clock on the opposite end of your bed suggests that you won’t have time to bring out Mr. Rabbit to play, considering that you have about 15 minutes to get ready before you miss the bus. With a regretful sigh, you left the warm comfort of your bed to brave the day.

---

“Good morning!”

Despite the enthusiastic chatter you’re engaging with your co-workers, you feel anything but. You’re still reeling from the dream, unable to stop recalling the way Jimin’s cool fingers brush against your blazing skin. You leave the pantry with a steaming cup of coffee and a heaving sigh before settling down to work.

Your calendar is full of reds and greens, indicating meetings that Jimin must attend and the ones you must attend with him respectively. A secretary to the CEO is a task that would normally require two people, but ever since your partner left, you’ve been left to work the pace of two people. Though Jimin has suggested that you hire a second person, you have refused, claiming that you’re saving the company resources since you’re capable of doing the tasks just fine on your own. Being so close to Jimin fills you with pride, especially knowing how much he relies on you to keep things running smoothly.

Fortunately, it also comes with you receiving a significant raise, much more than what you’d originally entered with. You have no doubt Jimin is to thank for that, having convinced the Chairman in a meeting to renegotiate the contract. Speaking of your boss, the time on the lower right corner of your screen indicates that he’s late – something that has never happened before in your five years of working together.

Just as your thumb hovers over the green call button, Jimin enters with a brilliant smile, greeting everyone and asking about their weekend. You’re almost annoyed at the way he nonchalantly enters through the door, acting like it doesn’t matter that he’s a few minutes late just because he’s the boss, but mostly because it isn’t fair that he’s doing just fine when you’re left stunned in your shoes; the memories of the dream lingering in the forefront of your mind when your gaze drops to his hands.

You snap to attention as he approaches, slipping on a mask of professionalism as you greet him. “Good morning, Mr. Park. You have a nine o’clock this morning and another one at eleven. Should I bring you the coffee now or in a little bit?”

As Jimin enters his office, he gives you a noncommittal hum, so you follow him inside and close the door behind you, sensing that there’s something in his mind.

“That skirt looks good on you,” he praises with a smile before settling in his desk.

You’re left momentarily speechless, surprised at the sudden compliment. You nod your head in thanks, one Jimin returns with another quirk of his lips. As you stand there in silence as he pulls up his laptop, you allow yourself to admire Jimin in the morning light.

You’d be remiss to say that he isn’t handsome. Everyone in the office, including yourself, may have pined for the young CEO’s attention once or twice since his arrival a few years ago, but you don’t delude yourself into thinking that the harmless banter between you was anything more than friendship. However, it’s moments like these, where he’d catch you off guard with his compliments, that has your heart thumping a little bit faster in response to his honeyed words.

He says your name with a chuckle. “Have I lost you already?” he smiles. You clear your throat and shake your head, stumbling out apologies for daydreaming at work, but Jimin only smiles wider, drumming his fingers on the oak table below.

“Please tell me if you’re not feeling well. Don’t make me worry,” he nags lightly.

You force a bright smile to hide your embarrassment. “I’m feeling just fine, Mr. Park. Better than ever,” you reassure him. “Sorry for spacing out, what were you saying?”

You catch the slight frown on his pouty lips and the strange shadow that flickers in his eyes, the obsidian melting into soft earth under the sun—

Wait a minute.

“Were your eyes always brown?” you blurt out, tilting your head to the side.

Jimin blinks in surprise, lips parted as he inhales sharply at your question. “I’m… sorry?” he mutters incredulously.

Silence.

There’s a creeping feeling of déjà vu as you’re unable to tear your eyes away from his. Something is amiss in this image in front of you, but you haven’t figured it out just yet.

Then, a chuckle, though it sounds strained and airy as Jimin breaks through your thoughts. “Of course, my eyes are brown. What other colours could they possibly be?”

An unpleasant fog descends on your mind, and you close your eyes momentarily to see if it’ll go away. When it doesn’t, your heart increases its speed instead, you offer him a pinched smile before turning to leave. You’re more tired than usual it seems, standing is starting to become impossible. You hope that a few hours of sitting at your desk would make you feel better.

“Right. Of course. My apologies, sir. Well, if you’ll excuse me…”

Just as you turn around to grab the handle of the door, your vision turns hazy, the images blurring together like remnants from your dreams. You try to blink through the fog, but the more you attempt to push through, the heavier your lids fall. Whatever Jimin is muttering is muffled in your ears, the language sounding foreign like he’s communicating underwater. When you turn around and see him stand, approaching your helpless swaying figure, he’s nothing more than a dark silhouette.

Before you descend into darkness, you think you saw a pair of ruby eyes and a voice, so full of regret, whispers in your ear.

“Sleep now, you’ll feel better when you wake up. I promise.”

---

When you finally blink awake, there’s a black jacket covering your body. It takes you a few seconds to register that you’re lying on a semi-familiar sectional, and you scramble to stand when you recognize the numerous awards decorating the wall in front of you.

The sun casts hues of oranges and yellow from the large window into Jimin’s office and you watch in horror as the door opens to reveal your boss walking inside with a mug in hand.

“Mr. Park! I…” You don’t have an excuse ready for what happened: how you dozed off on his couch for an entire workday.

Jimin holds up a hand to stop your floundering speech. Instead of fury, worry exists in the lines of his brows as he approaches your seated figure. “You should have told me that you weren’t feeling well,” he murmurs gently as he hands you the mug of steaming hot tea. “I’m sorry. I really should have hired a new partner for you when Soyoung quit.”

“N-No. Not at all. I’m sorry for making you worry.”

To your pleasant surprise, he smiles. “No, please. Don’t apologize. As your manager, I’m taking responsibility for going against the company policy. Your job is meant for two people, and though you’ve done a stellar job so far, this only proves that we need to hire someone else.”

Jimin wouldn’t dig at your work ethic like that, you know it better than anyone that it wasn’t what he meant, but you still feel like you disappointed him. You let your heart sink for a few minutes before picking it back up, a new fire of ambition surging behind your eyes. “Mr. Park, if I may be so bold, today is an anomaly. You’ve said yourself that I’ve done a stellar job, so please…”

“Why are you so intent on doing this by yourself?”

Okay, so maybe the teensy crush you’ve developed for him hasn’t fully gone away. You can’t answer his question without revealing your secret, so you merely repeat ‘Please’ with your head bowed.

Silence stifles the air around you as Jimin thinks. “All right, fine,” he says with a reluctant sigh, though his lips quirk into a smile at your insistence. “But please tell me if you start feeling unwell again. Seriously, it’s better you stay home than coming to work sick.”

“Thank you,” you beam gratefully at him before taking a sip at your tea. It tastes pleasant, despite you not being able to pinpoint the flavour. Chamomile maybe? As you finish the last sip, you stand and make your way outside, intent on staying late to catch up on all the work you’ve missed today.

You relay as much to Jimin, but he stops you as you open the door to his office. “Would you do me a favour and grab these files from the file room?” he asks as he hands you a sticky note filled with corresponding dates and numbers. “Now would be preferable, but I’m not leaving any time soon. Oh, and be careful. I think a few of them are placed on the higher shelves.”

His warning falls on deaf ears as you scrutinize the numbers on the note. Strange. Why was he looking for records all the way back to when the company was founded? Figuring that it isn’t your problem, you promise that you’ll bring him the documents in a bit…

Which turns out to be the biggest promise you regret making thus far.

“Ow…” you whimper.

Your ankle stings where you had landed on it, having failed to grab the last file you need, which just so happens to also be placed at the highest shelf. The step ladder you used to reach it wasn’t tall enough, and despite standing on your tiptoes, your fingers barely graze the bottom of the folder. Your fate was sealed when your distracted brain started thinking about the dream you had the night before.

When you attempt to stand to clean the mess you’ve made, gravity pulls you back down when your injured leg is unable to support your weight. Now, you’re sitting on the ground littered with papers, unable to call anyone for help with the shitty cell service in the file room.

Tears well up in your eyes when you think of your sorry state. Would Jimin fire you for your incompetence? Probably not, but it’s been an embarrassing day so far, especially since you spent most of it dozing off on his office couch that’s usually reserved for his guests. You wonder how he fared with all his meetings that you couldn’t attend with him – what sorts of excuses had he come up with when they asked where you were?

“God, I’m pathetic.”

Just as you’re wallowing in your self-pity, the door to the file room opens and you spy Jimin’s blonde hair between the empty shelves.

“Over here,” you answer pitifully when he calls your name.

You can almost see the comically large, pulsing angry symbol as he frowns at your slumped figure.

“I told you to be careful!” he grumbles as he surveys your foot. You cry out when his fingers graze at the ankle, the tears you’ve been holding onto slipping away down your cheeks. Jimin’s eyes soften at your whimpers, and with a gentleness you didn’t know he possesses at the moment; he wipes away your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry. It’s not broken,” he whispers reassuringly. “It’s a little swollen, but I promise you’re going to be better in the morning. Can you stand?”

You shake your head, hiccupping a ‘No’.

“Okay, put your arms around my neck. Yep. Just like that. Now, hold on,” he instructs before lifting you up.

“W-Wait,” you protest as he carries you in the direction of his office. “Aren’t I heavy?”

You could feel the rumbling of his laughter with your cheek pressed against his chest. He chuckles as though you couldn’t have asked a sillier question. “Of course not. You weigh nothing more than a couple of grapes.”

You pray gratefully to whatever deity can hear you because when he turns around the corner, the office is otherwise empty, save for the janitor that has his back turned. Your cheeks are so heated that you plant your face further into his chest, refusing to look at your surroundings. You stopped wondering if Jimin could hear the manic pounding of your heart when you hear his, and you carry that secret with you until you hear the door click shut.

---

Jimin rests you gently on his desk before retrieving a first aid kid from your desk outside of his office. He’s gentle as he examines your foot, taking care not to move it around too much and risk injuring it further.

“Okay, you’re definitely good, but make sure to ice it when you get home, okay? And please call into work if you can’t move tomorrow. I have faith that you absolutely can do your job from home,” he smiles confidently.

True to his word, the sharp pain has since ebbed into a dull throb as you twist your ankle around. Perhaps if you stayed in the file room longer, you wouldn’t have risked embarrassing yourself in front of Jimin, but you won’t lie – you enjoyed being wrapped up in his arms as he carried you into his office.

“Thank you,” you mumble, shifting forward to stand.

“Nuh-uh,” Jimin tuts, stopping you in your tracks with a gentle nudge on your shoulder. “That doesn’t mean you’re good to go anywhere, missy. You’re staying here until I finish my work so I can drive you home.”

“But…” you protest, only to have the words die in your throat when he shakes his head firmly. Relenting to his decision, you agree. “Only if I can buy dinner,” you persuade.

“Deal,” Jimin replies with a grin.

---

When the food arrives, you’re mostly done with catching up with your tasks, having worked through most of the evening in silence after Jimin retrieved your laptop from your desk. You didn’t realize you were starving until he returned with a giant white plastic bag’s worth of food. You weren’t sure what he’d like, so you got one of everything, allowing yourself to splurge a little bit after he took care of you that afternoon. Hell, the entire day.

“God, I’m starving,” you comment, closing your laptop to place it on the coffee table in front of you.

Your stomach grumbles louder with each plastic container Jimin opens, the smell of spices mingling deliciously in the air.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he grins, tapping on the plastic plate that was provided in your massive order. “Do you want me to bring the food over to you or can you stand?”

You test your ankle a few times by standing slowly, making sure to put most of your weight on the other leg. Finding your balance is a little tricky, but you’re happy to report that you’re able to at least hobble over to his desk without any chance of falling.

“Careful…” he mumbles as he watches you, arms outstretched as if he’s ready to catch you should you slip and fall. You have no doubt that Jimin would be able to do it too.

“See, I’m fine?” you grin with a roll of your eyes, scooping out some rice and every other side dish that catches your eye.

Jimin joins you on the couch, a hand holding his large stack of food while the other hovers over your elbow despite your protests. As you settled in and began eating, it’s only then that you realized how, dare you say, intimate this was. Of course, you’ve had plenty of company related outings where you end up in a restaurant with just Jimin, but that’s mostly during the day. And here, in his office so late in the evening, the surroundings are akin to a candle-lit dinner, especially since he decided to turn all the lights off aside from his sole table lamp, casting dancing shadows on his face that make your insides flop around while you attempt to focus on your plate instead of his gorgeous face.

When the rest of your dinner has been put away, you’re now left with a limbo in your schedule. On one hand, it’s approaching 9pm, and you still have work tomorrow, so you really should get going, but watching Jimin settle back into his chair, round glasses perched on his nose as he returned to his tasks, you’re reluctant to part from him.

“Do you normally work this late, sir?”

You weren’t paying attention when he had taken off his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, but right now, with the sliver of skin on his chest exposed, he doesn’t look like the CEO you’ve worked under for several years now. In fact, you’re reminded just then that you’re about the same age, still relatively young and fresh-faced, and surely the hours he put in outside of work is the reason why he’s able to attain this prestigious title today. Jimin doesn’t reply to your question right away, mumbling a ‘one moment’ under his breath as he types.

“I don’t normally stay this late,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. “But a certain secretary of mine decided to play Sleeping Beauty on me today, so I have a bit more work that needs to be done.”

You open your mouth to apologize, but you’re cut off by his boyish grin. “I’m just kidding,” he teases with a wink.

“Well, umm, I should probably clean up the files since I’m mostly done with what I have to do for tomorrow,” you mutter sheepishly.

“Sure, don’t get hurt this time, all right?”

“That’s cold, sir,” you pout at his teasing grin. “My ankle is still a bit numb from the pain.”

You leave Jimin’s office accompanied by the sound of his sweet laughter, and when the door closes shut behind you, you can’t help but lean against it for a moment, smiling to yourself.

---

You spend way too long picking up the scattered papers from the floor due to your earlier injury. By the time you are done, Jimin appears, peeking his head in to ask how you’re doing. You gesture at the stacks of folders on the nearby table in triumph, proud that you were able to complete such a task.

“Colour me impressed.” Jimin examines the stack of folders in admiration, praising you for a job well done.

“Thank you, but this was the least I could do after making such a mess.”

He hums as he surveys the stack, flipping through the first few pages before placing them back down. “I’ll help you carry these upstairs. I wouldn’t want to be sued for negligence,” he chuckles as he picks up a stack.

Ever considerate, Jimin left you a stack to carry by yourself, so you don’t feel useless. You can only grin as you follow him into the elevators (and you may have stolen a few more glances than usual while you were waiting).

“Ah, look how late it’s gotten,” Jimin comments when the two of you reach his office. The old grandfather clock he keeps in there rings eleven times, but despite the lateness of the evening, you’ve yet to feel tired.

After placing your stack of folders onto his desk, you approach the clock out of curiosity. It stands out of place in the modern-looking office, the ornate swirls on the wood a great contrast to most of the sleek black furniture. It’s the first thing you notice when you first meet Jimin in the office all those years ago. You never had a chance to ask him what it’s about despite being so close… and you realize that tonight was a rare occasion for you to satiate that curiosity of yours.

Your fingers trace the swan etched on the side of the clock, admiring the way it comes alive in the wood, wings spread out as though it’s about to take flight in front of you. “What’s the story about this clock? It looks older than I am.”

Jimin looks up from where he sits, gazing warmly at your profile while you play with a relic from his past. “Oh, him?” he smiles fondly, leaning back on his chair. “He’s been with me for over 200 years or so? I’m surprised he still works, to be honest.”

You can only gape in surprise. “You mean this clock has been in your family for over 200 years?”

A shadow passes over Jimin’s face. “…Not quite,” he mutters, though he’s not sure you heard him. “Anyway, he’s given to me by a friend. It’s the only furniture I carry with me from my house every time I get a grand office to myself,” he gestures at the room, splaying his arms wide.

Your fondness for him grows as he talks wistfully about the clock like it's alive. It suits him, you think, how he treats everyone with such kindness, you’re not surprised that it extends to objects as well. Turning back to face the clock, you sigh, knowing that it probably is time for you to leave if you don’t want to risk being late tomorrow morning.

“Well, if there’s nothing else, sir, I think I’ll get going now.”

Jimin looks at the clock and nods, and to your surprise, he stands up from his desk, placing his glasses on top of his keyboard before offering an arm towards you. “All right, I’ll walk you to your car. It’s awfully late and I don’t want anything to happen to my favourite secretary.”

The compliment makes you laugh, butterflies threatening to burst from your stomach. “I believe I’m your only secretary, sir.”

“Ah, I meant what I said,” he winks.

Just as you’re crossing the threshold of his office, your heels catch on the edge of his rug, sending you tumbling forward with a yelp. You expect your flailing arms to catch yourself when you hit the floor, but the impact never comes because Jimin’s suddenly right there, strong arms holding your waist as his eyes expand in shock.

“Are you all right!?” he half-shouts. “You really should be more careful!”

You can barely listen to his nagging because your hands are pressed on his sculpted chest, a sliver of skin peeking through from where he undid the first two buttons of his dress shirt. Your breath hitches in your throat as you graze the heated skin with your fingertips, and you hear Jimin inhale sharply – whatever words he was uttering caught in his throat as he zeroes in on your hands.

He whispers your name oh-so quietly, caressing every syllable with his tongue, and you slowly bring your eyes to his face. Jimin traps you in his hypnotizing gaze, never letting you break away, not even when your heart pounds so loudly against your ribcage, you’re sure it’s about to breakthrough; not even when your breaths turn into shallow staccatos, your head beginning to swim from the lack of oxygen. You can sense the strong emotion that rests behind those knowing eyes, and as you continue to stare, you wonder if it matches the one you hold in yours.

“Why do you look at me like that?” you murmur.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to kiss me?” You didn’t mean to make it sound like a question, but your voice catches in your throat when Jimin leans in, his eyes drooping close.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he whispers, lips ghosting over yours, faces merely inches apart.

“Yes.”

The breathless affirmation barely left you when Jimin attaches his lips to yours, kissing you with the same urgency that you’ve felt in your dreams, only this time it’s real. One of his hands travel from your waist to cup the side of your face, his thumb swiping against your cheek. He catches the bottom of your lip with his teeth, tugging it lightly to make you moan against his hold.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he rasps into your skin as he undoes your blouse. “To touch you; to kiss you this way… You’ll be the death of me.” Every word is punctuated with a searing kiss, his lips setting your skin ablaze when he passes by your neck, your jaw, your collarbone.

“Ah—Jimin,” you gasp, tugging the ends of his blonde locks as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Jimin lifts you up with little effort, his mouth never leaving your neck until he sets you down gently on his desk; his things thrown haphazardly on the floor below with a sweep of his arm.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles at your half-naked state. His thumb swipes over a pebbled nipple, causing you to arch your back with a whimper. He lets his nail scratch gently along the sides of your breasts, almost absentmindedly, while he watches your reactions with amusement. “Would you let me see all of you?”

All you can muster is a breathy ‘Please’.

You help him remove the remainders of your clothing to join the mess on the floor, your body shivering as you lay naked on his desk. Jimin hums as he traces your curves with the palm of his hand, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. “Let me take care of you first, yeah?”

With wide eyes, you watch him sink to the floor while his strong hands push your legs apart to reveal your glistening slit. Jimin breathes in deeply as he kisses along your thighs, his lips leaving a trail of reminders before he dives in.

“Jimin…” you whimper as he drags the flat of his tongue along your folds.

Jimin notices the way your spine locks in place when he repeats the action. “Relax for me, sweetheart. I got you.” A hand reaches out from below to intertwine with yours and he gives you a firm squeeze before resuming his task.

He starts out slow – dragging the flat of his tongue across your folds while his remaining hand circles around your entrance. You’re left shaking where you lay, unable to connect your thoughts together to stammer out a coherent sentence. All that’s left in your brain is his name, increasingly becoming permanent with every second that goes by.

When he feels your body relax underneath him, Jimin prods your entrance with his tongue, sinking in and out of your hole as you pulse around him before he replaces it with a finger, and then two. You hiss at the slight burn, squeezing the hand you’re holding into a tight grip.

“Relax,” he reminds you gently, swiping his thumb across your pale knuckles. “Focus on nothing else but me.”

“More…” you mewl, shivering under his grip. “Praise me more.”

Jimin chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. Instead of a sassy remark, you receive the soothing lilt in his voice. “Good girl,” he whispers. “My good girl. You’re doing so well; look at this cunt greedily sucking me in.”

You’re lavished in praise, though his voice shifts into a deep growl with every coax of his fingers inside you. And when his thumb swipes across your clit, the tight tether you held onto slowly unravels.

“Are you close, sweetheart? God, you’re really tight,” he hisses before replacing his thumb with his mouth. “You’re gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe, burning like a thousand suns under his attention. “I’m so close!”

“Let go for me. I’m right here,” Jimin reassures you in whispers before silencing himself with your taste.

“Jimin!”

You think you screamed, but you can’t be too sure, not when your body is pulled apart and pieced together as you come undone before him. You’ve never had an orgasm like this – a great abyss threatening to pull you under as the waves slams against your wavering figure repeatedly. Through it all, Jimin drinks your essence, his sleeves soaked through as he continues to thrust into your walls.

“I can’t—not anymore,” you protest weakly.

“You can and you will. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” Your feeble attempts to push his head away stop at his emphasis. “That’s it,” Jimin praises as your hand returns to your side before planting a series of kisses along your folds, “Just relax one more time for me, okay?”

Jimin is by no means gentle this time around, slipping a third finger inside before increasing his pace. His once sweet words morph into growls laced with passion, washing your body aflame with desire. “God, you’re so fucking tight. This tiny cunt can barely fit my fingers, I’m not certain you’ll be able to fit all of me inside,” he grunts. “Do you think you can handle the stretch?”

You can barely keep your eyes open through his taunts, your mind spiralling out of control as you focus on the pleasure derived from his fingers. The answer you give him is intelligible, a choked whine of his name in place of agreement.

“Oh?” Jimin lifts an eyebrow at your state. “Too fucked out to talk already? I’ve barely started,” he chuckles. “What’s wrong, baby?” In his dangerously low voice, the otherwise cute pet name sounds demeaning. “Are my fingers too much for you?”

He tuts in disapproval when a beat lapses without a coherent response. Then, like sweet torture, his pace switches into a snail’s crawl. “I don’t know if you can take me in if you’re this out of it with just my fingers. Squeeze my hand once if you want to continue. Twice if you want to stop.”

“No!” The protest you utter is whiny and grating to your ears, and your attempt to sit up fails when your body refuses to peel itself away from his desk. “Don’t stop, please? So close.” That was… barely a sentence, but you beg silently that it does the job. Remembering his request, you squeeze the hand you’re holding once to reassure him.

Jimin smiles at your resilience. “Okay, but we’ll go slow this time. Ah, ah,” he tuts when you begin to whine. “Slow or not at all. Your choice.”

You grit your teeth at the illusion of choice, but the pace he’s set doesn’t seem so bad at all. With a great sigh, you relent to his wishes. “Slow,” you whisper. “We can go slow. I promise I’ll be good, sir.”

“Sir?” he muses with a raised brow. “Hmm… Well, I do like the sound of that. And what about you? Do you like ‘sweetheart’,” he plants a kiss on your thigh. You shiver. “…’baby’,” another kiss, this time higher, “…’pet’?” Jimin replaces his fingers with his mouth as he makes out with your cunt, his tongue slipping in and out of your pulsing hole. Face soaked with your arousal; he returns his fingers in their rightful place, eyes glinting with mischief as he fucks you slowly. “Or maybe, you prefer something harsher… how about ‘slut’?” Jimin attaches his mouth on your clit, grazing the nub ever-so-gently with his teeth.

Your gasp slips into a moan at the spine-chilling sensation, your eyes rolling back. “Love it—ah! Call me whatever you w-want.”

“My good, pretty slut. So turned on she’s making a mess all over my desk. I’m sure the smell will linger for days,” he chuckles into your skin. “Oh, look at you, clenching hard around my fingers. You like the thought of me walking inside my office tomorrow and thinking of you, huh? I’ve always known you were territorial. Isn’t that why you won’t let me hire a partner for you? Staking your claim as the only person that always has access to me?” At your subtle nod, his smile widens into a mischievous grin. “Looks like I was wrong about you being good. You’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?”

Jimin couldn’t help the taunts coming out from his mouth, the true nature of his being – the need to corrupt – showing itself through the cracks in the control he wields. And you… so responsive, beyond anything he’s ever imagined. Your body is so sensitive that it doesn’t require him to use his powers at all. Maybe the dreams he’s been poisoning you with have taken affect. The thought saddens him somehow. Could this not have happened without the use of his powers after all? Was he nothing without them?

Caught in his thoughts, Jimin doesn’t realize the stutter in his movements. He’s about to apologize when you interrupt him, as you assume that it’s your fault for not responding to his questions. “Sir, please! I swear I’m a good girl. Please don’t stop… I’m so close.”

His spirits lift at the sight of you mewling before him, your body jumping with every crook of his fingers inside. No, he thinks, it’s time for him to focus on you and nothing else, resonating with his earlier advice. He releases a little bit of his power, letting it mingle with the air to heighten your senses. “If you’re so good, cum for me then,” he breathes, drowning you in praise and kisses along your heated skin. “One more time. Let me hear you call my name one more time.”

“Jimin—” you obey, breathless and shaking. “Jimin.”

His name is a prayer etched upon your lips and with every inhale, Jimin’s unaware of the mark he’s left, not just riddled along your skin, but at the very core of your heart. This time, when you come undone, it’s with a blazing inferno, your body calling out to your release and a strong desire for him to be yours.

“That’s it. Let go.”

So, you do. With your heart trapped in your throat, pounding along to the tune of his fingers; with your nails scratching the back of his hand that you’ve held through the entire duration; and with all your adoration, pouring out from every crevice you didn’t know existed in your body.

This time, when you beg him to stop, Jimin listens. He stands to claim your lips sweetly, engulfing them with his, a slow kindling in comparison to before. Your eyes can barely open, but when you manage to peek, you see the knot of concentration resting on his brows. The smile finds its way into the kiss, one that Jimin reciprocates. It doesn’t matter that you can taste your saltiness on his tongue, because all that exists now is Jimin.

Jimin, your attentive boss, who’s always had his team’s best interest in mind.

Jimin, the harmless flirt, who reminds you every day that you’re beautiful when he catches you staring at your reflection in the mirror with a cocky grin.

Jimin, colleague, friend, and hopefully lover.

You intertwine your arms around his neck to pull him deeper, closer, until there’s not an inch of air between your bodies. What you’re doing hardly constitutes as kissing – lips gliding across each other. Exhaustion seeps into your bones, making them heavier than before. When you part, there’s beautiful silence, a serenity created from unspoken words, though there’s a quiet certainty that both parties feel the same way despite their unshared feelings.

“Jimin, I…” you begin to whisper, the confession sitting idly on your tongue. Your lids are heavy, refusing to open despite your desire to see his face. “That was incredible.”

Jimin nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck, breathing you in, sweat and all. “Satisfied?”

You chuckle breathlessly, a shaky hand absentmindedly playing with his hand. “I don’t know if I can stand, injury aside. I’m pretty sure my legs are wobbly.”

“I can always carry you to your car,” he hums. “Better yet, let me take you home.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Jimin helps you up with a firm hand on your back before handing you the clothes he threw earlier on the floor. When your hands are too shaky to loop the buttons of your blouse, he chuckles and takes over, so you take the time to admire his beauty – at the now-messy blonde hair that frames the sides of his face, a complete disarray compared to his normal slicked-back look; at his cheeks, dotted crimson from exertion; and all the way to the satisfied smirk resting on that perfect pout. Oh, you can kiss him all day.

Naturally, your gaze gravitates to his eyes, and you smile when you notice his expanded pupils, how they almost engulf the crimson of his irises that they’re almost black.

…Crimson?

Your hand wraps around his wrist to stop his current task while your eyes search his face for an explanation.

At the death grip circling around his wrists, he stares into your wide eyes with confusion. “Is there something on my face?”

“Red,” is all you say, a whisper of disbelief, but it’s enough for Jimin to connect the dots.

There’s a crack in his carefully constructed façade.

“Shit!” He rips his hands away to turn around and shield his eyes from yours. Jimin has used his power the entire day, and now he’s left spent, an empty battery, unable to erase your memory and change his appearance. He tries to think of an excuse – something to put you at ease for now, but nothing would make sense, and his panicking brain has left the building in lieu of aiding him.

Red. Just like your dreams. The feeling of déjà vu, the heavy fog that puts you to sleep… was it all his doing? Your face pales into horror as you look for an answer in his quaking shoulders. It couldn’t be… right?

“Are you the reason for my dreams?” You had to make sure. He can’t be the reason for it… right? When he doesn’t respond, you leave the desk and approach his figure. “Jimin?”

Just before your hand touches his back, Jimin moves away. “Stay back,” he murmurs in warning. “I… I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

You retract your hand away, but you’re firm in your stance, refusing to move until you have an explanation. “Tell me. Just who are you?”

Jimin struggles with his options. Erasing your memory is the safest bet, but it’s a power he has yet to master. The fickle nature of the magic would mean that he’d risk losing this entire night with you. Going back to your relationship before would be agony. There was no way he’d be able to be the same boss, you’d spy the longing on his face a mile away. No, erasing your memory was not an option… so, what does that leave him?

“The truth.” You voice his thoughts so easily. “I want to know the truth.”

This entire day was all wrong. You weren’t supposed to find out so soon. He figured he could hide his true nature a little longer, but now any hopes of a relationship with you have been thrown out the window… all because he couldn’t maintain his control over his powers. Stupid. So, stupid. He’d have to relocate, so he doesn’t have to see your face.

The soft call of his name breaks him from his thoughts, like a hand reaching out into the darkness. In his agony, he accepts your help, which means turning around to face you.

To face the truth.

A gasp leaves your lips. And then he begins.

“I’m not human, though I don’t doubt you’ve probably figured it out.” Jimin offers a rueful smile that you don’t reciprocate. You clamp your lips to avoid interrupting, letting him explain from the very beginning.

Your mind whirls with information about supposed mythical beings of old. When you ask how long he’s walked the earth, he winces. “Too long,” Jimin mumbles, but doesn’t delve further into the matter. You don’t broach the subject either. Jimin explains that he’s an incubus, who feasts on dreams to regain energy, but he swears he only takes a little at a time and that it hasn’t affected any of his previous targets.

You skirt over the fact that there’s been others before you. It makes sense, but the ugly green monster that rears its head is less rational than you are.

“So, your previous… targets,” your lips curl in disgust at the word, “don’t remember their dreams… Why do I remember mine?”

Jimin shrugs and stays silent, though you have a feeling it’s not from lack of knowledge.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you whisper with regret.

Though he isn’t surprised by your decision, his heart breaks all the same. He hangs his head in shame, letting the curtain of his hair shield you from his tears. Of course, you’d feel cheated; manipulated. Any rational human would assume so – that their emotions are completely fabricated because of his powers, even he couldn’t be deluded enough to believe the possibility of your feelings to be genuine. Yet, your next words bring a flutter of hope in his heart.

“10… 15 years will go by like a blink of an eye and everyone will begin to wonder why you haven’t changed.” You shake your head, not in disbelief, but to rid the thoughts of a domestic life ahead with him as you begin to lay the foundation of a wall around your heart. “And if we have kids…” That’s a delusion too far in the future, but you’d be lying to say you hadn’t thought of it. You shake your head once. Firmly. Discarding all hopes of a future with Jimin.

When you lift your head to apologize for a final time, you’re surprised to find him amused instead of grief-stricken.

“What?”

Jimin can hardly contain his excitement. “So… your only problem is time-related? That I won’t grow old with you?”

Was he insinuating that your concerns are stupid? “Okay, Mr. Demon,” you scowl. “What other problems should I be worried about?”

He chuckles quietly before reaching out, the tips of his fingers brushing against your cheek. Your body turns rigid, and you’re hardly breathing. With a wicked grin, he whispers, “How about the fact that I have the ability to compel you to serve me? Haven’t you considered that I, a demon, may be dangerous?”

This time, it’s your turn to laugh. Through your heaving breaths, you manage to see the pout on his face, which only makes you laugh harder. “Jimin,” you chuckle, wiping your tears with the palm of your hand. “I have no doubt that you would have done it already if you wanted to. So, yes, I’m more worried about the time thing.”

“Does that mean…” he whispers, hopeful. “Does that mean you want to grow old with me?”

“Yes. I mean no! I mean—”

“Please,” he cuts you off. “The truth.”

It isn’t fair how he used your words against you, but you answer him anyway. “I don’t know if we should jump into talking about marriage so quickly,” you mumble, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I mean! We’re not even dating yet.”

“Then be my girlfriend.”

You must be hearing things. “What?”

Jimin takes a step towards you, his palm now fully resting against your cheek. “I mean it. If your only issue is time, I already have a solution. I gave up my immortality a year ago now,” he confesses. His crimson eyes hold the same intense yearning you’re too familiar with: of sleepless nights alone, and of unsatisfactory touches from strangers. “I would’ve explained everything to you if you hadn’t found out today, but, I guess this is sort of fate?”

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs. “In all my time on this earth, I’ve never met someone like you, and I don’t think I’ll meet another after you either. That’s why it must be you. Even an immortal being dies eventually, and I’d rather choose my way of ‘going’, so to speak.”

Jimin lets the words sink in, waiting patiently for your response. “You meant it all?” you parrot, stunned at the confession. “How long have you been… interested in me?” Was it too early to say ‘love’? Depending on his answer, you assume so.

“When you introduced yourself five years ago in this office,” he sighs wistfully, stealing a glance at his door like he’s relieving the memory. “All I’ve wanted to do was to touch you;” he leans in, face inching closer.

“To kiss you;” he whispers as his lips mould against yours.

“To hold you.” Jimin wraps you up in an embrace, holding you tightly in his arms. In your ears, he whispers, a final confession that eases all your worries. “I want to grow old with you.”

The sincerity in his voice brings you to tears, and you let them fall, soaking the white of his shirt grey.

“Hey, hey, are you crying? Did I say something wrong? Please don’t cry…” Jimin frets, lowering himself to hook his chin on your shoulder, so he could squeeze you tighter.

You nuzzle further into his chest with a teary chuckle. “N-No. Nothing’s wrong. Just happy.”

“Good,” he mumbles before planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “Although now that I think about it, I haven’t heard your response.”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you forgotten already?” he chuckles. “I asked you to be my girlfriend.”

“More like demanded,” you snicker. “But yes, I’d love nothing more, but you’re going to have to prove yourself to me first.”

Jimin lights up at your response, the ruby in his eyes glowing bright despite the dim light. “Of course, anything you ask, I’ll do it. I’ll show you every day that my feelings are genuine.”

He then proceeds to hold up his pinkie towards you. “As long as you promise to stay with me?”

With a laugh, you join your pinkie with his, sealing the promise with a final kiss.

“I do.”

moon's notes: i didn't include sex in this because i'm kind of bored of writing it tbh? but i will have a drabble out sometime next week for this couple because i love them so so much! what do you think about the dulce somnii universe so far? do you like it? what theories do you have for the other members 👀

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𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: CEO! Jimin x female reader

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: smut, nsfw 18+

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: You were an exchange student from America, having just moved to Seoul a few months prior. You secured what seemed to be a simple office job, ready to take the next steps in your life and embrace the adventures that awaited you in another country. What you didn't know, however, was that you'd soon be met with the very man who happened to be the CEO of the company you worked for, and boy was he arrogant.

You sit in the stuffiness of your cubicle, tiredly typing away at your keyboard as you rush to try and finish the essay you had due by midnight tonight.

Juggling school on top of a job was beginning to become slightly challenging, but you were determined to make due. It had been a dream of yours for an exceptionally long time to leave America and try and discover a bit more of the world, opening your options and trying to get yourself out there, yet you couldn't help but wonder if you'd made the right choice.

In truth, had you stayed, you would probably be doing the same exact thing you were doing now. Trying to dance around between school and a job. However, at-least the scenery was nice and the people were even nicer.

You had only been in the country for a little over a month, slowly beginning to become accustomed to your new life, and you were pretty happy to say the least. You had managed to meet a few pretty awesome people who you had considered your friends, a couple of them being who you'd met through your job. You felt welcomed and not quite as stressed as you feared you'd be back home.

As you feel yourself becoming close to the finish line of your essay, your friend, who also happened to be your coworker, approaches behind you and slowly peeks over your shoulder.

"School work?" she asks, slightly startling you, as you were focused and caught up in your own little world.

"I have an essay due tonight by midnight, it's almost finished." You let out a sigh and lean back in your chair, briefly going over what you had written so far.

"I can't believe you picked law school, of all things." She pulls a chair up next to you and your eyes drift over to land on her. Only then do you notice she carried a stack of folders in her arms.

"What are those?" You ask.

A sheepish smile makes it's way onto her pretty face and she lets out a breathy chuckle. "Right. About these."

You already had a feeling you knew the next words that were going to come out her mouth.

"Um," she begins, a gulp followed shortly after before she carefully places the folders upon your desk, "Mr. Park should be back in the office next week and he wanted me to have you finish revising these reports before he arrives Monday morning."

You eyes fall to the ridiculous stack of folders that now lie on your desk and you let out a groan. "Michaela, it's Friday."

"Y/n I'm sorry, I know. He only just let me know a few minutes ago. He tends to kind of be last minute for certain things." She gives you her puppy dog eyes and although you know it isn't her fault, you can't help but still feel irritated.

"Who the hell does this guy think he is?" You ask as you flip through the files, trying to grasp exactly how much work you'll have to do over the weekend.

"You haven't met him yet but he's the CEO. He's been on quite a lengthy vacation." Her attention turns to the various decorations you had around your desk and begins poking at a stress ball you had lying by your keyboard.

"How lovely," you say bitterly, "He gets to enjoy an awesome vacation while he orders his employees to do last minute things for him that he should've had in order already. Does he not have an assistant?"

Michaela focuses her attention back to you. "She actually went with him."

"Well that doesn't seem very appropriate." You roll your eyes and check the time, realizing it was about time to leave.

You grab the stack of folders after saving your draft for your essay and stand from your chair. "I guess I'll head home so I can get this shit over with."

Michaela hurries to stand with you and grabs the folders from your arms. "I can come over and help you. I know you still have to finish your essay."

Perhaps a bit of girl time was what you needed, although you know it would be more working than relaxation. You let out a small sigh, a smile following behind to grace your lips.

“I suppose I could use the extra help.”

She squeals and grabs your purse before you do and makes a beeline out of the office and towards the elevators. You slightly shake your head and follow after her, wondering how she always had so much energy and an upbeat attitude.

Perhaps you could learn a few things from her so you could stop being so grouchy.

“We can order pizza and then maybe put on a movie once your essay is finished.” You turn to look at her after you press the garage button in the elevator, the doors soon closing; entrapping you in the small space.

You notice the wide grin on her lips, as she’s clearly excited to be spending time with you although the two of you would be working the whole time.

“That sounds nice actually,” you sigh. “I didn’t even eat lunch today.”

“I know a really good pizza place I would like for you to try. Best pizza spot in the city, in my opinion.” You send a small nod in her direction and lean forward to reach for your purse, earning a swat at your hand in return.

“Nuh uh. You’ve been working so hard today and I also feel a little bad for having to dump this extra work on you. The least you could do is allow me to carry your things.” You playfully roll your eyes and follow her out of the elevator once you’ve reached the bottom floor.

“I’m only allowing you to come over so that we can get some work done, okay? You can be quite convincing when it comes to blowing things off,” you say as you open the driver’s side door to your car. She sends a reassuring nod your way, that wicked little grin gracing her lips.

Two hours into your little “study” date, you and Michaela had both decided to take a small break, which you protested at first- the need to finish the work your boss had provided for you so last minute practically taking over your being. As always, however, she had a way with words and now you both were watching love island as you giggled to each other over half a bottle of wine.

“Boo! What a loser!” You shout, throwing a gummy bear at the television. Michaela lets out a gasp, quickly retrieving the gummy bear to brush it off and pop it into her mouth.

“What a waste,” she grumbles.

“You know,” you begin, “We really didn’t get much done since we’ve arrived. I should’ve known you would distract me one way or another.”

Your cheeky little friend lets out a happy sigh and dismisses you with a playful swat of her hand. “Lighten up,” she says. “We’ve gotten plenty done. Plus, you know you needed a break and I’ll be more than happy to stay the whole weekend to help you out.”

In truth, you were pretty fortunate to have met such a strong spirited woman upon moving to a new country. You had thought making friends was going to be much more difficult, but the two of you had so much in common and although she was a little on the wild side, she helped to keep your frantic mind at bay most of the time.

“Tell me more about this jackass boss of ours.” You toss another gummy bear into your mouth and turn to her, ready to do what women do best and share a little gossip. Besides, you were rather curious.

She lets out a giggle and downs the rest of her wine, setting the glass on the table. “He’s really not that bad, y/n. He can be a little strict, I’ll admit, but he’s also very understanding and a pretty great guy if you ask me. Not to mention, he’s super hot.”

The last confession causes your eyebrow to twitch a little.

Now you found yourself even more curious. A hot boss? Who could turn that down?

“Oh come on. You think everyone is hot.” You playfully roll your eyes and she gasps in offense.

“I do not! Listen, lady. Perhaps I do see where you’re coming from, but believe me when I say Mr. Park is quite literally the hottest human being I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Your eyes drift to the bottle of wine momentarily and she quickly points an accusing finger at you before you can say anything.

“And I’m not just saying that because I’m drunk!”

“He better be super model status to make up for the shit he pulled with me this weekend with all of this work.” She just shrugs at your words, followed by a curt nod as to say ‘yes, that’s true’.

“Who knows though?” She pauses and reaches for a gummy bear, slightly wiggling her eyebrows in a flirtatious manner, “Maybe you’ll grow to really like him, if you know what I mean.”

Your jaw falls slack at her comment and you pelt her with your surgery snack, watching as she tries to dodge away from the attack. “You’re sick!”

Unfortunately, the weekend comes to a close a lot quicker than you had expected. It was safe to say you were exhausted, between your school work and the mountain of tasks provided from your lovely boss.

Sarcastic choice of words.

You roll into work bright and early Monday morning, practically dragging yourself to your desk and slopping the pile of papers on the surface. Michaela wasn’t able to make it in today, claiming to have caught a cold.

Coward.

You had a feeling it was just a cop out so she wouldn’t have to face your boss today, his vacation finally over so he can finally join civilization with the rest of his employees. You had to admit, you were a little jealous. It must be nice to be able to enjoy a nice break with your feet propped up and a cocktail in hand. Alas, you were upon the middle class and rarely got to enjoy such luxuries.

Your eyes bore into the glass walls of your office and you spot a preppy red head strut down the hall. She flicks her hair over her shoulder, a smug smirk across her lips as she eyes up everyone in the office.

She obviously thought her shit didn’t stink and she looks down the bridge of her nose at her peers. You didn’t quite catch that you were staring until she suddenly appears in front of your desk.

“Y/n, is it?”

She asks in such a sickly sweet, yet condescending sort of way as she rests a manicured hand on the surface of your desk. Her nail color- red.

Typical.

“Yep, you caught me.” You shoot the smug look she gives you right back at her.

She just raises an eyebrow and straightens her stance before her gaze falls upon the stack of papers in front of you.

“Oh goody. You finished Mr. Park’s files. I’ll go ahead and deliver these to him myself.”

As she leans down to pick up the stack, your palm shoots down to stop her in her tracks.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” You ignore the dirty look she gives you, the smirk on your face set in stone.

“Olivia.” Her tone has a bite to it and you nod your head at her answer.

“Well, Olivia. I’m sure you’re great at your job and all but Mr. Park assigned this particular task to me so I’ll make sure to get these files on his desk before lunch time. I appreciate the eagerness to help, however.” You weren’t being sincere. In fact, you probably came off as a raging bitch to the woman.

Mission accomplished.

You almost laugh at the way she scoffs and turns to storm out of your office, probably heading to her little hole somewhere on the other side of the building. One can only hope you wouldn’t have to be anywhere in her close proximity any time in the future. The chick gave off a vile aura.

The day starts to drag after you finish your morning tasks which consisted of a lot of rescheduling meetings and proof reading emails. Quite boring, to be honest.

Just as you go to check the time, you get a ping on your computer to signify a new email. You open it to see Mr. Park’s name at the top of your screen.

To: Y/n L/n

From: Park Jimin

Meet me in my office to drop off the files to me before you go to lunch, Miss L/n. Thank you.

You curse yourself quietly, almost forgetting that you had to actually turn the work you completed in to your boss. As most of your coworkers around you gather their things to head to lunch, you quickly stand and scoop up the stack of papers into your arms.

Mr. Park’s office was only down the hall from yours and you only knew of its location because Michaela had showed you when you first started.

You’re met with two large oak wood doors, the metal plaque on the wall which read ‘CEO Park’ in bold, black lettering.

The feeling of the cold wood beneath your knuckles as you softly knock is enough to shoot a vague shiver down your spine. You’re met with nerves you hadn’t felt before, suddenly hoping he wasn’t disappointed in you in any way.

Perhaps you were willing to admit the man you had never met before had you feeling intimidated.

The sound of his voice is slightly faint, but strong as he announces for you to “Come in.”

Once you enter through the door frame, your curious eyes immediately flick to his desk across the room. Your eyes slightly widen once you realize how gorgeous the man is. Michaela was actually right this time. Typically, her type is on a complete different side of the spectrum from yours. In truth, you didn’t really think you had a type until laying your eyes upon Park Jimin.

His glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, his gaze peeking at you over the rim of the frames. His eyes were so intense and you felt stuck in place, suddenly feeling extremely put on the spot.

You try not to scramble as you make your way to his desk to place the pile of documents and files. “Did you have a good vacation?” You boldly ask.

His eyes flick from the pile of papers over to you again. You didn’t notice the underlying bitchy tone in your question, but he did. Before you could attempt to save your ass against your sarcastic choice of words, he’s standing to his feet and reaching over to flip through the first folder.

“You miss spelled Mr. Dobak’s name here. It’s spelled with a K, not a C.” His eyes never leave you, his finger flicking another page.

“Tsk tsk, you’ve made a spelling mistake here and didn’t even bother to use white out.”

It was clear he was on a mission to embarrass you, the fact you’ve made such mistakes in the first place, making it so easy for him to do so. His intense stare lingers on you a couple seconds more before he flips yet another page.

“You got the dates wrong here. This meeting with Mr. Jung is for the 22nd, not the 24th.” He looks back over at you, his stare casting a heavy aura around you. “If this is what the first couple pages look like, I don’t even have to bother looking at the rest.”

He smacks the folder closed and points at the pile as he rounds back behind his desk.

“Double check all of these files and fix any other unchecked mistakes, would you, doll?” The pet name almost gave you a pleasant chill down your spine if it weren’t for the condescending tone he used with it.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes when you see him turn his attention back to his computer, pretending as though you were invisible.

As you’re grabbing at the pile of papers, his voice pierces the air one more time. “My vacation was awesome, by the way. It was nice meeting you Miss Y/L/N.”

So you were right all along, your boss was a complete raging asshole. You took a mental note to never drink while involving tasks for work ever again.

You spend the remainder of your work day flipping through papers and proofreading documents. There really wasn’t as many mistakes as you were afraid of finding. Unfortunately, the ones you did have were the ones your boss had looked over first.

Although he was a bit of an asshole, you still couldn’t stop thinking about how attractive he was. His eyes being your favorite part to look at, even if they casted a hard stare in your direction. He sure was easy on the eyes. You couldn’t help the fact you seemed to always be attracted to assholes. The fact that they’re always so hot too is what makes it even harder.

Now you knew why most of his employees were female. Every woman would probably kill to have this job, working for such a smoke show of a man. Too bad he was a dickhead. You felt like you already knew the kind of man he would be, you were just slightly disappointed to find out you were right. Michaela's fond words about him had your hopes up just a little.

oh well, you think to yourself.

There wasn't much that really surprised you anymore.

It's towards the end of the day now and your eyes were beginning to burn from doing nothing but proof reading all day. Damn you Mr. Park.

You're one of the last of your colleagues to begin packing up your stuff. You were feeling exhausted and the crazy part is, this is only your first day meeting your boss. A strong feeling told you that he had intensions of putting you through the ringer.

While packing your stuff, Olivia comes bouncing back into your office again.

"Hey, new girl." Oh how badly you wanted to smack that bitchy little smirk off of her face.

"Mr. Park told me to come collect his files from you. You know, since I'm his assistant and all." Her face is still pulled up in a vile smile as she snatches the papers from your desk.

"How lucky for you. I'd hate to be in your place." You give a wicked grin right back at her as you push past her, heading to the exit.

If she was going to be so eager as to do everything for Park then that meant you wouldn't have to see his face as much. Unfortunately for her, that's exactly what you wanted. His repulsive attitude from prior in the day had left you in quite the sour mood. What a spoiled man.

The rest of the week had gone by fairly quickly. Aside from a couple of emails Mr. Park asked you to send out for him while Olivia was on break, you didn't have to interact with him much. Thank the heavens. A small part of you had wished he would of been a little more as you'd pictured him. Humble, kind, caring, understanding, sexy. Well, at-least he had one of those things going for him. As for the rest......he's definitely coming up very short.

"Y/n, can you do me a favor and run these to Mr. Park for me? I have to pee so bad." You look up at Michaela, giving her the stink eye as she shoves a couple of documents into your hands.

Before you can protest, she runs off to the bathrooms. "Damn you Michaela," you bitterly whisper to yourself and set your bag back down on your desk.

You want to keep this interaction short, sweet, and as non-communitive as possible. It would be preferred if he just didn't look at you at all, no matter how addicting his eyes can be to look back at. He was hot, but you hated him. That's what you were going to keep telling yourself, anyway.

Upon knocking on his office doors, you don't hear a response. You let out a sigh and press your ear against the wood. "Mr. Park," you quietly call out, "I have something to give you from a coworker."

You try to listen to see if you can hear anything, only vaguely picking up a couple shuffling noises.

"Fuck it," you whisper to yourself and bend down. Just as you're about to slip the papers under his door, it flies open. You look up to be met with Olivia and you roll your eyes.

Her hair is a mess and she's trying to smooth out her skirt with her hands as she passes by you, a smirk on your smudged lips. No wonder she's always so eager to be at work.

"Typical." You mutter as she passes by you, earning you a glare to the back of the head that you don't notice.

You push your way into his office, ignoring the sight of him adjusting his shirt back into the waistband of his pants.

"I didn't say come in."

You fight the urge to scoff at his attitude. Instead, you flop the papers onto his desk and look up at him. His hair was slightly disheveled and his glasses no longer on his face. You noticed the slight rosy tint in his complexion and then grew annoyed when you thought about the reason behind his appearance.

"You didn't say anything, actually." You bite back.

He looks slightly taken back at your attitude but before he can open his mouth to say something, you continue.

"Michaela asked me to drop these by you before we left. Have a nice day." You turn to leave, quickly exiting his office before he can say anything else to you.

Later that night, you and Michaela were curled up on the couch with ice cream and a movie. She had picked out Texas Chainsaw Massacre and you picked out cookie dough ice cream. Seemed fair.

"I bet he's hot under that mask." Michaela says, scooping another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. You make a face at her statement and a fake gagging noise.

"Michaela, are you drunk off ice cream?"

She giggles at your question and shrugs "You never know. I mean, they never showed his face."

"Yeah," you quickly interject, "Probably for a reason. Down girl!"

She groans and leans her head back. "It has been awhile since I've gotten some. Maybe that's why I'm looking at Leatherface all googly eyed."

You throw your head back and laugh. "It's okay. We're gonna get you a man soon so that you don't get swooped up by some inbred serial killer."

She shoves you playfully and takes another spoonful of ice cream. You don't notice the suggestive side eye she sends you before she speaks, "What about you though? I know it's been awhile for you too."

"Hey!" You feel offended by her assumption. Although, she was right...

"Come on, Y/n, It's nothing to be ashamed of. We're in the same boat."

"Yeah well I sure haven't found anyone that's worth a damn since I've been out here."

She lets out a snicker at your words and nods in agreement. "Mr. Park though......"

You scoff at the mention of his name.

"As if. Mr. Park is the kind of guy to criticize a woman after sex to tell her of all the things she didn't do right." You set the ice cream on the coffee table, no longer wanting any now that your mind was consumed of your vile boss.

"He seems like the kind of man to give lots of praise."

"To who?" You snicker. You had a hard time imagining how he would be in bed. On second thought, it really wasn't that hard to imagine such things..

“Don’t even sit here and act like you wouldn’t fuck that man if you were given the chance.” Michaela points an accusing finger at you and you’re just gaping at her like a fish.

Would you? Just by looking at him, hell yes you would. His attitude, however, made it really hard for you to imagine such things. Then again, maybe he was good in bed because of the fact that he was an asshole.

You angrily shake your head to rid such lewd thoughts and throw yourself back against the back of the couch. “It’s not fair! Would I fuck Mr. Park? Yes I probably would but ugh why does he have to be such a prick!”

Michaela snickers at the obvious battle you’re having with yourself about the man. It just wasn’t fair. All of the incredibly sexy men you’ve met, they were all undoubtedly the biggest douchebags you’ve ever come across. They were also good in bed, which also points to your dilemma.

You sigh and sit back up. “Besides, he’s fucking Olivia anyway so what I say doesn’t really matter.”

The look of shock on Michaela’s face doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you shovel more ice cream into your mouth.

“Olivia?!” She shrieks and you roll your eyes.

“Are you surprised?! She prances around that place like she fucking owns it, or just fucking the man that does.” You hand Michaela the container of ice cream, deciding to let her have the rest. This conversation was causing your stomach to turn, anyway.

"I guess it makes sense why she's such a stuck up bitch all the time." You nod in agreement at Michaela's words, followed by a shrug.

"Hey, if you're gonna ride your way to the top, at-least make it worth it." Deciding you were no longer interested in watching Leatherface, you quickly put on Love Island.

Your action causes Michaela to sit up in her seat, her eyes widening momentarily. "Ooh!" she calls out in excitement, "Good choice. All these hunky men will take my mind off of the vile thought of having to sleep with Olivia."

You're not able to stop the cackle that comes barreling out of you at her words. She really knew how to make you laugh when it counted the most.

"Bitch! I hate you." She sends you a smirk and gets a little more comfortable on the couch.

The remainder of the night, the two of you just watched Love Island. You shared a lot of laughs together and enjoyed each other's presence, soon deciding to just have a sleepover with it being the weekend.

Saturday comes around and you and Michaela are both sat at your kitchen island, munching on some blueberry pancakes you made earlier that morning. You didn't want to seem conceded, but you knew you were a pretty good cook. Michaela also never failed to toot your own horn for you. In turn, you're always cooking for her, not that she ever complains.

"All I have to say is the next man you let in your life is going to be very happy." You feel your cheeks slightly heat up at her words and you just playfully roll your eyes.

"I'm serious. You know, they say the way to a man's dick is through his stomach." Her statement makes your eyebrows cinch together in confusion before you let out a chuckle.

"Michaela, nobody says that. It's the way to a man's heart, not his dick. Jesus, we have to get you laid." Her mouth makes a small 'o' shape before she sucks her teeth and shoves another bite of pancakes into her mouth.

"You know what? Same thing. Who's counting anyway?"

You just grin and shake your head. Once you notice she’s done with her food, you stand collect the plates to take to the sink.

Michaela is leaned over the counter, scrolling through her phone when she lets out a sound of excitement.

“I almost forgot! My friend Diana is coming to town today. I thought we’d all go out tonight and have some fun.”

Her words pique your interest.

You turn to her, towel in your hand as you place the wet plates on the drying rack. “Where were you guys thinking on going?”

“There’s a club called Ocean 8 a few blocks away from where we work.”

It had been awhile since you’ve actually gone out and had some time for yourself. Plus, you hadn’t even been to any of the clubs in Seoul since you’ve moved here. With the stress of school and work all weighing down on you a little, you at-least had this one weekend to try and decompress a little.

“Okay, I’m down for it.”

Michaela bounces out of her seat and pulls you into a quick hug.

The two of you didn't really do too much for the rest of the day. She had helped you clean the house up a little and you both went to the mall around lunch time to do a little bit of shopping and eat lunch together. Essentially, it was like a girl's day and you had a lot of fun. It was certainly something that you needed to put into your schedule a lot more often.

After lunch, you had drug her to a book store you discovered when you first arrived into the country. You had only been there once, but you told yourself that you needed to come back sometime soon. That sometime being today.

You knew Michaela wasn't much of a book reading type of girl, but she still looked around in awe and seemed interested with each book you picked up.

"Oh look at this." You turn to Michaela to see her holding up a book with the cover of a women's hands being cuffed. "Got some kinky shit in here. Maybe I should get into reading."

You snicker at her immaturity and take her into the adult fiction section. "Well," you say, pulling a specific book from the shelf and presenting it to her. "If you do want to get into reading the kinky shit, I highly recommend this masterpiece."

Her eyes are slightly widened as she grabs the book, examining the outer cover. The cover was quite colorful with purples and blues, and a speck of pink. It looked almost like a galaxy which was very catching to the eye.

"What is it about?" she asks as she carefully opens the book.

"Night elves," you say. You pull out another of the same book and turn it over to look at the back. You point to the paragraph on the back to show her the summary to the story just for you to turn and watch as she flips to a random page in the book.

"Well I'll be dammed. Lucky me, I flipped to a pretty good part. Holy shit he's describing as she's sucking his co-"

"Sh!" you interrupt her and pull the book from her hands, ignoring the pout on her face.

"You're going to get us kicked out if you don't keep those dirty words to yourself." You say in a chuckle and put the book back on the shelf.

She grabs the other one back from your hands and tucks it under her arm. "Well excuse me, mom, but I'm going to get this book."

You both purchase your choice of books, after having to practically drag Michaela out of the store. You fear you may have gotten her hooked on something she'll never be able to shake. But hey, at-least you'll get a reading buddy, right? So not a total loss.

The two of you have made it back to your apartment and you decide to have a little reading session together. Michaela seemed excited, wasting no time in plummeting into the couch and flipping her book open.

You read for maybe an hour. Michaela has been asking you question after question. Whether it be about a character, a section of the plot, what's gonna happen next; you name it. She had a question for everything. You finally turn to her, trying to hide the smile on your face as you scold her to just read the book and find out.

You never missed when she came across a steamy part, because she would become giggly and throw inappropriate comments here and there. One thing you've learned about Michaela more than anything was that she certainly was a heaping handful.

It's beginning to darken outside, the time coming up on 9pm. You and Michaela decide to start getting ready, now taking refuge in your walk-in closet.

You're flipping through hangers, skimming over your options. You weren't yet sure if you wanted to do a dress, a skirt and top, or jeans.

"Bitch! You have the cutest shit ever, why don't I ever see you wear any of this?"

You turn to see the short leather skirt Michaela is holding up in her hands.

"That's because this is the first time we're going out. I usually only see you at work, Michaela. You either see me in my work attire, or my pajamas." She nods her head in understanding and pulls a cute black halter top from the hanger.

"You should definitely wear this."

She holds out the top and skirt to you and you tilt your head slightly, examining the pieces of clothing. Skirt it is then.

Michaela picks a short black dress from your closet and you both decide to match on accessories. Each of you wearing stockings, silver jewelry and leather jackets. She picks a pair of close toes black pumps and you decide to just wear your leather zip-up thigh high boots.

You keep your hair down, having curled it earlier in the day. Michaela puts her hair in a cute updo ponytail and keeps a couple strands in the front down to frame her face.

"You rock a ponytail better than I could." Your compliment puts a smile on her face and she just playfully twirls a piece of your hair in her fingers.

"Oh please. You have too much beautiful hair to keep up in a ponytail anyway."

She pays for an uber for the two of you and you finally arrive at the club at around 10:30pm.

The bright red neon sign on the front of the building is what initially draws your attention. The marble structure of the building was littered very vaguely with sparkles that shined when the light hit it. The place even had a 6'7 tall man in a suit with a rope like those high end celebrity hotspot lounges that you typically only see on movies. Unless you live in LA, or Seoul, apparently.

Suddenly you feel very out of your comfort zone as you watch people who look like they own penthouses and yachts enter the building.

"What is this place?" You question, turning to Michaela to just see her sporting a shit eating smirk on her face.

"You'll see," she says.

You follow behind her and you both show your I.Ds before granting access to the inside.

The first thing you notice is bottle girls.....everywhere.

Also, the music. It wasn't too loud. The bass was just very deep. Deep enough where it's like you could almost feel the music inside of your body.

You see lots of men dressed as if they're at a business meeting. The suits, the slicked back hair, the very expensive watches. You were at a gentlemen's club. A very high end gentlemen's club.

Surprisingly there weren't very many women around, other than the ones who you saw waitressing and the other ones dancing on platforms scattered around the place. The women that you did see amongst the guests were dressed just as little as the workers.

"Sugar daddy wonderland," Michaela says in your ear.

Your eyes are still sweeping the area, taking in the various amount of attractive men around you. Most of them were in groups, whether it be at tables, booths, at the bar. You spot two men in a booth in the distance getting lap dances from a couple of the dancers.

Your time of observation comes to an end as Michaela grabs your arm to drag you to a bar that's off to the side. You notice a man off to the left conversating with another man next to him. His back is turned to you so you couldn't see him, but you could smell him. As soon as you approach the bar, his cologne fills your senses; almost making your eyes roll back in your head.

Damn he smells good.

Michaela orders the two of you 'melon balls'. Whatever that is. You've never had it but you trusted her drink of choice.

Your back is facing the man behind you and you notice Michaela taking a peak over your shoulder, her gaze darting in his direction.

"Is it just me," she whispers, huddling a little closer to you so you could hear, "Or does that guy behind you seem awfully familiar?"

You think about her question, carefully turning to face the bar and letting your eyes slowly drift in his direction. You still couldn't see him because his back was completely facing you but his build and his appearance from behind did look slightly recognizable. You just couldn't put your finger on it.

Shrugging, you decide to let it go for the time being. He's bound to turn around at some point. For right down you just wanted to enjoy a drink and take in the city life while you were in it.

You have hoisted yourself up onto the bar stool, scanning the room in front of you all while sipping on your cocktail.

As your eyes are floating around the room, you spot a particularly familiar red head out into the crowd. She was seated at a booth surrounded by two men on each side of her. She was giggling and rubbing her hands across the shoulders of the men beside her.

You just scoff and roll your eyes, turning to Michaela.

"Olivia is here." You spit.

You take another generous sip of your drink, all of a sudden feeling irritated at her presence; even though she was all the way across the room.

At the mention of Olivia's name, the stranger beside you turns his body and looks over into your direction. You don't notice his sudden change of stance, but Michaela does. Once her eyes focus on the man, they widen and she begins grabbing at your arm to get your attention.

Her action captures your attention and once you take notice of her line of sight, you slowly turn to look at the man beside you.

Now it's your eyes that double in size and you almost feel glued to your seat.

"Mr. Park." You breathe out.

His eyes stay on you for a second, drawing a pattern across your form. He takes in the dramatically short skirt your wearing, his eyes examining the stretched fabric around your thighs.

In a heartbeat, his eyes are back onto your face and he smirks at the sight of the dark makeup you were wearing on your eyes. They made them even more inviting to him.

"Well hey there Y/n." He leans around you to spot Michaela on the other side. "Michaela."

She shyly waves and once the surprise of seeing him wares off, you just give him a curt nod in acknowledgment. Of course he would be here. It seemed like this place was full of arrogant assholes who managed to make it to the top and create such successful businesses.

And then you have women like Olivia. Women who feed off of it and find themselves in places such as this, fishing for the next man to make all her dreams and desires come true. Upon your crude thoughts, you quickly shook your head.

Weren't you quite the hypocrite? Grilling Olivia for doing the very same thing you were here doing. Well, more so doing the same thing Michaela dragged you into doing.

This wasn't necessarily your choice of places to go to on the weekend. You didn't even really go out much in general as it is.

"Fancy seeing the two of you here." His eyes are on you once again as he looks at you over the top of his glass, taking one last gulp of the liquid.

He sets the glass on the bar and gestures to the bartender for another round, also requesting two more melon balls for you and Michaela.

"You don't have to do that," You try to interrupt him but he beats you to it and slides his card across the counter.

You feel a slight pinch from Michaela. Probably her way of telling you to shut up and accept the free drinks. The free drinks wasn't the problem. You just didn't want your boss to have yet another thing to hold above your head and by him buying you drinks, that's how you felt.

Then again, if he wanted to play the part of being the nice guy, why not participate?

He chuckles as the bartender hands him his card back and he slides it back in his wallet. "A woman trying to deny free drinks. This must be an alternate universe we're in."

His comment makes you scoff and you decide to challenge him a little.

"You're only surprised because you're used to dealing with women like Olivia. A mindless, brain rotting, poor girl who is obviously blinded by dick, money, and very shiny things."

His jaw ticks at your comment and there he goes with that hard stare again.

He did intimidate you at first, but his boyish comments just proved to you he was nothing more than another spoiled brat with too much money and power.

"Looks to me like the two of you have more in common than you'd like to admit. For starters, you're both here." You wanted so badly to reach over and smack the smug look off of his face, but a part of you figured he was sick enough to enjoy that.

"Right, and so are you. And would you look at that, we're both even in the same spot. I'm here enjoying a drink, not throwing myself at men like you."

Michaela stays at your side, her mouth glued shut up until this moment. "I sense a lot of tension between the two of you."

Both your eyes and his land over on Michaela. You scoff and bring your drink to your lips, downing almost half of it before setting it back on the counter.

"He hasn't really given me a good impression to go off of thus far."

He wasn't going to admit it, but he liked your push back. He was so used to the people around him, even the women in his life, to just do what he says. They never argue, they never challenge him. Sure, he had everything he's wanted out of life, but it was becoming too easy for him. He just needed something to finally challenge him. Evidently that challenge was you.

"Well, Miss L/n, if I have given you the wrong impression of me then I do apologize." You could sense the cockiness in his stare. The eyes will speak the truth of any liar, manipulator, or overly cocky millionaire.

Nonetheless, you slightly raise your chin a little higher. "I'll accept the apology, Mr. Park."

He chuckles and holds a hand out for you to take. An invitation, if you will.

"You can call me Jimin outside of work."

You almost stop yourself from telling him you already knew his name, having looked him up on google a couple days prior. However, you stopped yourself to avoid seeming desperate or interested in any way. The man already had a big enough ego as is.

Instead of speaking at all, you just place your hand in his and give it a firm shake before pulling away again.

"Now that that's settled." Michaela claps her hands together beside you and captures your wrist in her hold. "It's time to dance!"

You can't even protest as she drags you to the dance floor and begins dancing on you.

The urge to look back over to the bar at Jimin becomes too much to fight off, your eyes floating back over to the bar. Jimin just stands there where you left him, sipping on his drink as he watches you.

His eyes gravitate towards you every time he tries to look away. He finally stops fighting it and just watches the way you and Michaela dance on each other about 25 feet away from him. The way you looked tonight was lethal enough to any man, and he would proudly admit that he was falling victim to your aura.

Jimin stays in the back of your mind when you decide to just close your eyes and enjoy the music while dancing with your best friend. Her back was pressed against you and she slowly moved her hips against you, grabbing your hands into her hold to hold them above the two of you. The alcohol in your system had you feeling like you were floating and being carried by the music.

Michaela obviously felt the same way as she just giggles while swaying you both.

Once you got tired of dancing, you look back over to the bar to see Jimin was no longer there. You look around the room, craning your neck in every which direction to see where he may have gone.

It dawns on you that you look like an idiot, pathetically looking around for the very man you didn't care too much for. Coming to the terms that he more than likely left, you and Michaela proceed to get plastered like a couple of college students.

Her friend Diana finally meets up with you both and after that, you couldn’t really remember much of the events that happened next.

For the rest of the weekend you, Michaela and Diana all three spend more girl time together. Other than the awful hangovers you all suffer from on Sunday morning, you still made a time of it and got pedicures and went to lunch together.

Towards the end of the day after the girls both leave, you’re sitting to yourself on the couch and a book in your hand. It was already a given then you were a steamy reader kind of girl.

You couldn’t help the way your mind wandered to Jimin as you read the lewd writing on the page. The heat travels through out your body, slowly beginning to consume as your mind is flooded with his face. His soft, blemish free, creamy skin. His lips, so thick and juicy; calling your name. His body was sturdy, a pair of broad shoulders that you wanted to plant your hands on top of. Suddenly, his eyes invade your mind next. The way he stares at you, holding so much purpose behind his irises. You could feel yourself melting when he looks at you.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when an involuntary moan slips out from your lips. You quickly look around as you suddenly feel embarrassed and shut your book once you remember you’re alone.

Monday rolls around the corner and you’re once again trapped in the viscous cycle of life as you sit at your desk, scrolling through the many many emails that you were hand selected to go through. Shouldn’t Olivia be the one to go through Jimin’s emails? Being that she’s his assistant and all.

Your day consisted of really nothing but email after email. You didn’t even take a lunch break, just wanting to get this over with.

If Jimin was going to have you doing such tasks that were meant to be done by his assistant, you were going to have to start seeing some increase in pay.

As you come upon the last couple emails you had to respond to, your computer dings to announce an incoming email. You already knew who it was from before you opened it.

From: Park Jimin

To: Y/n L/n

Once you finish with those emails, I would like for you to stay behind and come see me in my office, please.

Great.

What have I done now? You asked yourself.

You quickly finish up and say your goodbyes to your coworkers, most importantly Michaela. Once everyone exits the room, you make your way to Jimin’s office.

Your heart was beating slightly, especially for the fact that you haven’t seen Jimin ever since the bar. Hopefully, he doesn’t mention it and asks professional in the matter. It was already embarrassing enough having him see you outside of work.

The hallway is empty and silent, the knock you make on the door ringing throughout the atmosphere.

“Come in.” His voice is deep, smooth, and loud enough to be heard clearly through the door.

You shuffle inside his office, closing the door behind you. His eyes are now on you, as they often are every time you enter a room he is in. Goosebumps form across your skin as you begin to feel small under his gaze.

“I think you and I got off on the wrong foot.” His statement takes you by surprise and you nervously look around the room.

“Um, It’s fine, Mr. Park. I was quite rude to you when I shouldn’t have been so I apologize.”

His eyebrows slightly raise at your behavior. A part of him was expecting a snarky remark to come from you. Typically you seemed more confident, yet now your body language shows that you’re quite nervous.

“That’s it?” He questions.

You pull your eyebrows together, confused by his response.

“What do you mean that’s it? I apologized to you.” His behavior was unbelievable. What more could he be expecting from you?

“No push back? No smart comment? No challenge?” He slowly makes his way from behind his desk and gets closer to you. “Why is that?”

Your breath hitches ever so slightly. Any other person in the room wouldn’t be able to notice, but Jimin did. Jimin noticed everything about you. His eyes were always on you, taking in every movement, every word you say, every face you make. He paid much more attention to you than you were aware of.

You didn’t know why he made you so nervous in your work setting. It felt much easier to mouth off at him outside of work where you wore casual clothes and did casual people things. The atmosphere isn’t nearly as intense as it is inside of his office.

“Do I make you nervous?” He asked the most intriguing question, a look of amusement washing over his pretty face as he awaits your answer.

The temperature in the room suddenly feels a bit warmer. You knew the evidence was on your cheeks, which now had you feeling embarrassed as you knew he could tell. It wasn’t some unsolved mystery that Jimin in fact made you nervous. Anyone would be able to tell, had they been here right now.

“Listen, I’ve had a long da-” you try to barter your way out of answering the question, before his loud voice interrupts you.

“Answer the question, Y/n!”

The change in octaves causes you to slightly flinch, not ready for such a reaction. You let out an aggravated sigh before slapping your hands against your thighs.

“Yes! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I should’ve expected one of the most spoiled, arrogant, self centered businessmen in all of Seoul would possess such enjoyment of having another human being admit to being intimidated by him.”

The room falls silent after your brief outburst.

It was true that he made you nervous. It was true that he intimidated you in a way. It was also true that he infuriated you more than any other human being. His abuse of his power over others makes your blood boil and the urge to just reach over and smack his perfect, beautiful face.

He made you feel so many things all at one time and it was beginning to drive you crazy.

As soon as you think he’s not going to say anything, a shit eating smirk appears on his face.

“That’s exactly what I wanted.” He moves even closer to you now, expecting you to cower at his close proximity. To his pleasure, you don’t.

You try not to flinch as he comes up behind you, the feeling of his fingers sliding across your waist coming soon after. “I love when you challenge me.”

His breath fans across the skin of your neck, immediately causing goosebumps to erupt in it’s path. He chuckles at the reaction, the sound heavenly to your ears. His voice was soothing, calm; but also very stern and held a lot of power. A power that would make any woman weak, including yourself.

“I love when you think you’re in charge.” This time, he whispers into your other ear, another wave of goosebumps washing over you.

The way his fingers ascend up underneath the fabric of your shirt and make contact with the skin of your waist, you begin to feel yourself slipping. You thought you were better than getting seduced so easily, but Jimin was an exception to that rule.

“This isn’t fair.” Your words come out in a whisper and as you reach down to move his hands from you, his lips come down in the juncture of your neck. The feeling causes your head to fall back against his shoulder.

“Your skin feels so hot. Did I do this to you?” You realize you were most definitely going to fall victim of his little game of claiming power over you. It was too hard to resist and you knew you had no fight left.

His hands venture further up your shirt and stop at the underwire of your bra. "What a pretty little thing you are," his breath fans across the side of your face now.

Suddenly, you feel your body slightly jolt involuntarily and you move away from him.

You point a finger at him and slowly back away.

"I will not fall for your boyish charms, Jimin." He raises an eyebrow at the sound of his name leaving your lips. This was the first time he'd heard you say it, and it made him feel ways that he couldn't control.

For a very short time he was confident that he had you where he wanted you. Fortunately, you weren't so easy; one of the many traits he adored about you.

He just watches you as you keep your distant from him, the pink tint to your cheeks slowly subsiding.

"I have an offer to make you," Jimin confesses as he slowly makes his way back to his throne behind his desk. Your eyes don't leave him for a second, carefully watching his movements before he takes a seat in his office chair.

You feel intrigued by this offer. Slowly, you make your way to his desk and cross your arms over your chest. He's still looking at you, expecting you to say something or move an inch, but you don't.

"I want to offer you the position of being my assistant."

His words catch you off guard. Why on earth would he want you to be his assistant?

"What about Olivia?" He chuckles at your question and leans back in his chair.

"Olivia has been fired. I would like for you to take her place."

You squint your eyes suspiciously in his direction and just scoff.

"Oh I see. So now that you're done with whatever you had going with Olivia, you want me to take her place so you don't get bored."

He quickly stands from his seat again and you stand your ground when he comes back around the desk and stops in front of you.

"No," he breathes out. "That's not at all what it is. I admire your work and I would really like to have you on my team."

His words seemed sincere but his eyes told another story, as they usually do. He held that look of mischief, the look that should've been enough incentive to decline his offer.

Unfortunately, you were a weaker woman than you thought.

"Fine," you say. "I'll do it, but this is strictly professional. I'm not Olivia."

He lets out a deep chuckle and he reaches up to push a strand of hair from your face. His actions cause you to stiffen and you just keep your eyes on him.

"No, you certainly are not."

You notice the way he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and before you did things you'd regret, you pull away from him. “If this concludes our little meeting then I’ll see you Monday, Mr. Park.”

He just watches as you turn and leave his office. He knew he made you nervous and he also knew that you were probably very overwhelmed with the situation, not really knowing how to handle it. Most importantly, he knew he had you where he wanted you. After all he was very spoiled and always got what he wanted.

It’s been a couple of weeks since accepting Jimin’s job offer to be his assistant. All of your belongings were moved to an office right next to his. You had your own space and admittedly, it was very nice. Your relationship with Jimin was strictly professional, of course aside from all of the stolen glances you would take at each other. He seemed to always have his eyes on you any chance he could. You, however, seemed to try and avoid his gaze more than anything. Probably because he made you so nervous.

Immediately, Jimin was impressed with the sheer duality between your work ethic over Olivia’s. He could tell that you cared about your job, even if the way you looked at your boss was questionable.

He really wasn’t so bad the more you got to know him. Of course he was still very intimidating. It wasn’t very often that he would project his bad mood onto you, but that didn’t mean that it doesn’t happen from time to time. When you notice him being more crabby than usual, you tend to try and stay out of the way as best as possible. This upcoming Friday was different, unfortunately.

Something bad happened with a deal that Jimin had set up with a partnering business of his. Apparently, they had something really good going until things didn’t quite end very ideally for Jimin. He didn’t exactly keep you in the loop with what he was doing, which you didn’t complain. You didn’t really mind working for him as is, but any other work he had going on behind closed doors, you wanted no part of.

Typically you wouldn’t leave the building until Jimin did but with it being Friday, you were granted the ability to leave a little early. You always loved Fridays for that reason.

You’re packing all of your things while a couple of coworkers pass your office to bid you a goodbye. Suddenly, you spot Jimin standing in the door way to your office. You can’t help but just stare over towards him in all his glory. What a bean stalk of a man.

“Once everyone clears out, come see me.” His words are very sharp, yet short. His tone almost sounded irritated and you left out a quiet sigh to yourself.

Usually when he approached you that way, it had meant you’d done something wrong.

You hang back as you were told, watching as the last person enters the elevator at the end of the hall. Once you knew you were alone, you slowly turn toward’s Jimin office.

A dreary feeling hung in the air, almost suffocating you. The energy was thick and you had a very strong feeling settling in your gut. You weren’t sure if it was a bad feeling or a good feeling just yet.

You lightly tap the wood of his door, not bothering to wait for a response as you push it open.

First thing you notice is Jimin leaning back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk as he throws a stress ball into the air. You don’t say a word as you silently make your way over to his desk and taking a seat in one of the plush chairs he has placed in the center of the room.

“How was your day today, Y/n?”

He doesn’t bother looking at you as he asks the question. You quickly grow confused at the dance around the bush he’s doing. There’s no way he keeps you late after work to simply ask about your day.

“My day was good, sir, how was yours?” You keep it short, sweet, and professional. The calm tone of your voice paired with your formal choice of vocabulary causes Jimin to finally sit up and look at you.

“Well that’s lovely, sweetheart. My day wasn’t good, you wanna know why?” The use of the sweet pet name was a complete contrast to the tone of voice he suddenly used with you.

You don’t flinch as he makes his way around the desk, stopping right in front of you to lean back against the wooded surface.

He reaches behind him, plucking a sheet of paper from his desk and presenting it in front of you. “This is the email you sent to Darnell on my behalf. He has taken offense to the tone you used when addressing him about the trade. He feels like you have downplayed his intelligence.”

You skim over the email and suck your teeth. “Oh come on, what I said was not bad. He’s clearly only blowing it out of proportion because he knows your assistant is a female.”

He scoffs at your response and slams the paper back down on his desk. The loud slapping noise causes you to jump in your seat. You can feel the burn on your skin under his stare as you seal your lips together and push your hands underneath your outer thighs.

Although Jimin was angry with your actions, the effect he had on you was definitely turning him on. Watching you retreat beneath his stare armed him with such power over you and he knew that you knew it as well.

“That mouth is going to get you in a lot of trouble one of these days.” The context of his words almost sounded like a threat to you. You were curious about the meaning behind them…

“What are you going to do?” You’re bold with your question, mostly because you’re tired of skipping around the subject.

Your question comes quick and he wasn’t really expecting it. Then, a smirk appears on his face.

He takes a couple steps toward you, his frame now towering over you. His crotch was level with your face and he lets out a groan at the way your head tilts slightly to look up at him. You looked really pretty like this.

His hand surges forward to gently grasp your jaw beneath his fingers. “I might just have to put something in it.”

The huskiness in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, but the filthy suggestiveness behind his words had heat traveling to your core. You should’ve known the professional nature of your job with the power hungry, horny, hot blooded man wouldn’t last for too long.

Your eyes were unmoving, the stare you held on him as solid as stone. You wanted him and you were so tired of trying to deny that.

You feel the softness of his fingers trailing across your cheek and running over the supple flesh of your bottom lip. He’s fascinated with the softness of your skin and the pretty pink color of your lips.

He adds more pressure, just slowly breaching the barrier of your sealed lips. You don’t react when he slides his fingers in your mouth, the roughness of his fingertips making content with your warm tongue.

You slack your jaw open more, allowing his fingers to travel in deeper. He cocks an eyebrow as he pushes his fingers into the depth of your mouth up to his knuckles. Your lack of gag reflex impresses him, a breathy chuckle escaping his chest.

“Seems like I found a way to keep you quiet.” He smirks and shoves his fingers deeper, not missing the feeling of your throat contracting around the thick digits.

Soon he retracts and wraps his fingers around your throat, applying pressure and pulling to get you to stand. You’ve come to the conclusion that he was going to get his way no matter what, so you were just going to have fun with it while you could.

He pushes you against his desk, causing you to slightly bend at the hip. He takes advantage of the way your skirt had ridden up and bunched around your thighs and immediately plunges a hand between your legs. The action causes a gasp to escape you and he just chuckles and shoves his head into your hair, inhaling your sweet scent into his lungs.

“What’s the matter, doll? Cat got your tongue?” His fingers press against you at the same pace of his words and the feeling had your eyes rolling back.

You’re pushing your ass against him, silently begging for more of his touch. A growl bellows from the depth of his chest and he forcefully knocks his hips against you, thrusting hard enough to knock you back over the edge of his desk.

“Seems like your body wants to talk to me more than your mouth does, huh?” He questions again and lands a hard smack against your ass.

The sharp sting causes a hiss to flow from your mouth and you feel him grip the back of your neck, pulling you up straight.

“Use your words,” he growls into your neck. “I’m getting really sick of talking to myself.”

“I’m sorry,” you choke out pathetically. “Please, Mr. Park.”

The corners of his lips raise at the sound of you begging. A sound he was yearning for so long to hear. He grants you your wish and crams his hand back between your legs, his fingers immediately coming in contact with your clothed clit.

You sigh in relief and your head rolls back against his shoulder.

“You’re not so big and bad when I have you like this, are you?” The sound of his deep voice is almost enough to make you cum right there.

His fingers push beneath the fabric of your panties and you're a whimpering mess as soon as his touch comes in contact with your skin. You can feel the smirk on his mouth as he presses it against your neck.

He had you right where he wanted you and he knew that there was no getting away this time. You were too far gone, your body and mind consumed by the feeling of him touching you. It was too much to handle and you couldn’t fight the want you had for the man any longer.

He slides his fingers inside of you unexpectedly. The action causes your breath to get stuck in your throat and his name rolls off your tongue so effortlessly.

The reaction has him smirking in triumph as he realizes he’s won the secret little battle of control between the two of you. You really didn’t have the slightest chance from the beginning.

The feeling of his fingers prodding around inside your lower half has your body aching for release. Embarrassingly, it only took a few thrusts of his fingers for your climax to climb so rapidly. It had been a while for you. Mixing your desperate need for physical touch on top of the man that was Park Jimin, you were simply just a ticking time bomb.

Before you’re granted the feeling of sweet sweet relief, he suddenly pulls his fingers from you. You whine in frustration, having been so close to your release.

Jimin quickly shuts you up by grabbing you by the fat of your hips and flipping you around to rest your ass on the edge of his desk. He takes position between your legs and rests his hands on top of your thighs. It’s almost as if your limbs inhabit a mind of their own, wrapping themselves around your boss’s hips.

“You’re much prettier when you’re quiet.” He teases you and begins to loosen the tie around his neck.

You narrow your eyes into slits and push your hips forward, pressing your core against his crotch. “Awe, what happened? I thought you liked when I talked back.”

His hand surges forward and grabs into your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. The pure heat in his eyes had you squirming in your seat. If this was the reaction you were to get for challenging him then he’d better get used to it.

Instead of saying anything, he just leans into you and molds his lips onto yours. The action felt intimate and given the push and pull type of relationship you had with Jimin, it almost felt odd. But it felt so good too. His lips were so soft and plump, they even tasted as sweet as you’d imagined.

His hands grip the base of your waist, pulling you closer to him. You grip the edge of the desk to keep yourself grounded while he aggressively pushes himself further into you, shoving his mouth against yours even harder. He was eager and relentless, his hands soon following suit as he grabs at the fabric of your shirt.

The grip he posses is tight and with a quick jerk of the fabric, your shirt is pulled open and all the tiny buttons go flying in each direction of the room. His barbaric actions cause you to let out a gasp, which is soon swallowed by Jimin. He's completely unphased by the destruction he's caused. He would just buy you a new shirt anyway, no big deal.

You can't bring yourself to care as you feel yourself being lost in the feeling of his lips again. Kissing him was addicting and you damn sure didn't want to stop. If the world was ending in this very moment, you wouldn't give a damn as long as you went out with Jimin's lips on yours. You would die a happy woman.

Jimin seems to feel the same way as you do, his lips hungrily chasing more of the sweetness yours provided him. The kiss you were sharing with him was one of the best kisses you've ever had in your life, if not the best. The way he bit, kissed, licked, sucked his way into your mouth was invasive. It was intimate and relieving and the feeling he provided you with was one that helped wash away your prior pent up stress.

He was like a wizard. You felt almost hypnotized by him.

His face is now in the juncture of your neck, his lips working themselves over your skin.

"God, you're so fucking soft." He grunts into your ear and digs his fingers even deeper into your skin, "Like uncooked bread."

The reference he uses has a small giggle escaping your lips. Probably the first giggle he's gotten out of you since you met.

He pulls back to look at you, a smirk on his face. "You like that, baby? Did I make you laugh?" He asks so sweetly, leaning back in to kiss up your neck some more. However, his touch differs from his sweet words as he works his hand back in between your legs.

Your head falls back and you let out a moan at the pleasant feeling of his fingers. He chuckles at your reaction and pulls away silently just so he can watch your facial expressions.

The way your mouth drops open, your eyes fluttering closed as he presses into you a little harder. His favorite is when you open your eyes, looking up at him with your plush little lip trapped between your teeth. It's a look that draws a groan from his body unwillingly, a look that has him driving his fingers deeper into your needy pussy.

The sound of his name rolling off of your tongue has him shuddering. You made it sound so good- the sounds you make in general just driving him crazy.

You become needy as you sit slightly to press your chest against his. He just looks down at you, his intense stare unwavering and the movement of his fingers between your legs not letting up. "You make me feel so good, Mr. Park," you whisper, traveling a hand down his chest and to his belt. "Can I have more, please?" your eyes are pleading as you look up at him.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a chuckle soon after.

"What is it that you want, baby?" his questions comes out as a whisper and he's grabbing your hand and placing it over the bulge in his pants as he speaks.

You respond so quickly, so quick that you probably seemed extremely desperate. "Your cock. Please."

A part of him wants the experience the pleasure and amusement of having you get on your knees and really beg. Then he looks at you and wants to whine at how pretty you look. The pleading look in your round eyes, the way your neck is craned just slightly so you can look up at him, your lips that are slightly parted open; the sight of you was almost enough to have him as the one on his knees begging.

He says nothing as he jerks forward to smush his lips against yours again. He has one hand cradling your jaw while the other works at his belt. If it was his cock that you wanted so desperately, he was going to waste no time giving it to you.

He doesn't even undress fully, too frantic to finally be able to feel you. With a single movement, he pushes his pants and boxers down to the middle of his thighs and reaches between your legs to pull the flimsy fabric to the side.

His eyes zone in on your pussy as you lay exposed, each of your legs spread out on the other side of your body. The sight of you was enough to litter goosebumps on Jimin's skin.

Without wasting more time, he adjusts himself between your legs and pushes his cock inside of you up to the hilt in one motion. The feeling is phenomenal. You wanted to chalk it up to the fact that you haven't gotten any in so long, but deep down you knew Jimin was just really good in bed.

"Just when I thought you couldn't get more perfect," he grunts out, pulling out just slightly before pushing back inside of you, "You take my cock so fucking good."

His words are filthy and they cause a shiver to run down your spine. The only thing he's able to get from you in the minutes following his words are the sounds of your pathetic moans bouncing around the walls of his office. They just come out of you so easy with no effort. Jimin was able to pull the most obscene melodies from your lips just from his touch and it drove you crazy.

The way his hips knocked into yours had your head feeling dizzy and your body on fire. You felt like you were being jerked around like a rag doll with the way he powerfully fucked into your body. His strong hands kept a firm grip on your midsection as he pounds into you. You can't keep your eyes off of him, just watching the faces he makes.

His eyes are buried in your skin, working their way up to your face. Jimin shudders at the half lidded look on your face. You lay flat on his desk, your hair sprawled across the word space, your shirt ripped open to reveal your laced bra to his hungry eyes. The vision of you lying helplessly under his grasp and the feeling of his dick drilling into you is enough to have his climax building embarrassingly fast.

Fortunately for him, you knew you were going to cum soon as well. You could tell he was trying to hold it back and you didn't want him too.

The pace and force with which he fucks you never wavers, regardless of his internal struggle. This causes your orgasm to begin to surface rather quickly and you frantically reach out to grab onto Jimin's tie.

Your desperate grip is strong as you pull him closer to you in order to kiss him. "Please, don't stop." You're pathetically begging against his lips, the feeling of your walls fluttering around him not going un noticed.

"You gonna come, baby?" He asks, all the while wrapping his fingers around your throat.

You vigorously nod your head, more moans soon spilling from your lips.

Jimin can taste his release. It was approaching so quickly and he speeds up his thrusts, fucking you into the desk with so much force that had you thinking the structure was going to collapse beneath you.

The intensity of his movements has you spasming around his cock in no time, a flow of beautiful moans escaping your throat at the same time. The feeling of your walls squeezing him to death has Jimin at the end of his rope as well.

The grip he has on your hips is deathly, sure to leave marks by the next morning. His hips speed up even faster once he feels his orgasm begin to wash over him. Your whimpers in his ear make this experience all the more euphoric for him.

Once he's sure you've milked him for all he's worth, Jimin pulls out of you with that stupid smirk on his face once again.

The look has you looking at him in suspicion, your eyes slightly squinting. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He just playfully shakes his head and buckles his pants back after pulling them up. "Nothing, I'm just glad the pussy made up for the attitude."

You just scoff at his words and hop down from his desk. "Were you ever punished as a child?" It's hard for him to take you serious as you stand there with your arms crossed over your chest, shirt ripped open with your lace covered tits on display.

He makes his way over to you and leans down to run his lips up your neck to your ear before whispering, "Of course not, baby. You said it yourself, I'm spoiled and I always get what I want."

I apologize for any spelling errors or autocorrects. I'm way too lazy to proof read lol