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Jungle Park [20]

Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 20.5 OR Chapter 21

➜ Words: 6.3k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

The first date consists of a warm meal in the comfort of your own home. It’s simple, but cozy. The second is spent chatting at a quaint breakfast diner, or rather arguing about what movies currently in the box office are worthwhile and those that are atrocious. This leads to the third outing at the theater where you both watch three movies back-to-back and get a headache afterwards, storylines in your head morphing together so you can’t distinguish which is which. There are countless more dates after that, from being dragged to the gym and being forced to workout to heading to a karaoke bar and re-discovering his superior singing skills to deciding to recklessly buy all ice-cream flavours from one brand for the sake of ranking them all. The first time he stays over is when you watch a comedy movie in your living room...that turns out to be a horror — by then, it’s too beyond the point of return and he stays over for both your sakes. And the first time he kisses you… “You have chocolate on your mouth.” “Where?” “Right there.” “Is it gone?” “No. It’s still right there.” Hoseok’s hand lifts, swiping at the corner of your lip and he licks the trace of chocolate off his thumb. A grin pulls into his cheeks, eyes gazing into your features like he adores you — it’s still strange. You’re not sure if you’ll ever get used to his affections like before. “There’s still some there.” “Really? What the...” Your brows furrow, wondering what kind of chocolate was on these chocolate covered strawberries and how it’s possible that it can be so stubborn. But a thought flickers into your mind and you steal the opportunity that is presented. Your arms raise until your hands are pressed on his cheeks, mouth puckering. You stand on your tiptoes, planting one chaste and quick smack to his lips. In the next second you’ve pulled away with a cheeky smile. “Is it gone now?” Jung Hoseok blinks hard and the corner of his mouth curls. “Nope, it’s still there. You’re going to have to kiss me harder.” The first time he kisses you is actually when you kiss him. The first time he hugs you — the first time he holds your hand — the first time he stays over — the first time you kiss him. You always thought it would be painful to relive these, to experience all these firsts again, even when they’re not the first for you. But it never occurred to you that experiencing all these moments over again wasn’t going to be painful at all. To relieve one of the best periods of your life again, to try one more time, it feels like watching your favourite movie or reading your book after having left them in dusted corners for so long. It’s seeing the most beautiful places with fresh eyes again, visiting those special moments once more, loving the same person twice. You’re lucky. It’s not his memories that are lost. It’s a future with him that’s being found. // “Hold the door!” Someone calls out and you push the button, keeping the elevator doors parted. Hoseok appears, slipping in with a nod. He steps beside you, keeping a good distance between both your bodies as it shuts. “Good morning.” “Morning.” He sips on his coffee, looking straight ahead and carrying his briefcase in his other hand. “You wanted to talk to me about vacation times?” “Yes. There are some concerns amongst the employees.” You keep your eyes trained on the numbers, watching them increase as you move past the floors. “You can come by my office any time after one then. I have another meeting before then.” “Sounds good.” The doors part with a ding, and you both walk your separate ways. But temptation is far too great and you end up glancing over your shoulder with a small smile, watching the lawyer enter his office. The pair of you agreed to keep your workplace romance discrete — it’s important to both you and Hoseok to remain professional and focused on your jobs during working hours. The two of you loved your jobs and didn’t want any of that to change. And for the most part things are normal. You’re more than content with it. “Y/N?” Sunyi pops her head through your doorway. “You have a second?” “Always.” You set aside your work with a smile and she doesn’t hesitate to step in, plopping down in the familiar seat across from yours. “What’s up?” “Oh nothing, just Yoongi again.” “What did he do this time?” When lunchtime rolls around, it’s Taehyung who’s visiting you. “A bunch of us are going out to lunch.” He wiggles his brows up and down with a mischievous grin. “Jin lost a bet, so he’s paying. Wanna come?” “Sure. Where to?” “This expensive place I know.” Taehyung skips away and you can practically feel Jin’s agony radiating off his body. It’s ordinary days like this that you cherish the most. As mundane as it is, the normalcy that lacks pandemonium offers a sense of peace of mind and you wouldn’t want it any other way. You get back in time, enough to approach causally with papers in hand and knock on his office door. Through the bottom crack, you can hear shuffling until it goes quiet again. “Come in.” “Hey.” You step into his office, shutting the door behind you. Hoseok automatically smiles, mouth curling upwards and his eyes crinkled ever so slightly. “You’re not wasting time, right? If you take too many extended lunches with the others, I’ll have to write you up, especially for encouraging them too.” “It was a business-related lunch.” You sit down with a slight pout. His brows raise and you laugh, giving in. “Business between Taehyung and Jin. I just happen to be there to observe and make sure no conflict breaks out that could be detrimental to office morale. Just doing my job.” The lawyer scoffs, amazed at how well you twist words. “You’re going to get all my employees to revolt and run me out of business one of these days.” “I’m sure Jimin wouldn’t mind.” You offer a cheeky smile. “It’ll give him the chance to break into the jungle gym business.” Hoseok’s serious persona completely shatters, losing all composure, and he laughs. “Oh god. Don’t remind me. The kid knows nothing about playground equipment and neither do I. Might as well declare bankruptcy now. Anyways, what do you have for me?” You slide over what’s in your hand except for one sheet. “It’s a new proposal for vacation days. I think the receptionists deserve three more days in the upcoming year….” He hums, considering the plans. For a while, it’s just business talk and discussions related to the office since you’ve both split the job of office manager together, a natural progression that happened without any change of official titles. But you fiddle with the single page in your lap, glancing at it, mind preoccupied. You clear your throat when you get the chance and slide it over to him. “Since I’m here...you should sign this too.” “What is it?” Hoseok grins, taking it. “It’s just for filing purposes.” You look away, suddenly made shy. It feels official to be documenting it — to have a ‘love contract’. Really, it’s nothing special. It’s to limit his liability as an employer and show that it’s a consensual dating relationship. There’s also a section on proper workplace behaviour expected of both parties as well as guaranteeing Hoseok will treat everyone fairly regardless of your personal relationship with him. “I’m part of HR and all and office romances are kind of part of my job...we’re actually the first ever, so that’s sort of exciting. First time I got to write guidelines for employees dating....” Hoseok's cheeks ache with his ginormous smile. He doesn’t say anything, only grabbing his favourite ink pen from his cup and happily singing his full name. He takes his time, drawing every swirl dramatically, looping the letters, relishing in the moment. It’s probably the best thing he’s signed in the past ten years of his life. “Are you going to frame this?” “No. It’s just a form.” “I feel like I need to frame this.” He holds it out in front of him, leaning back in his chair, admiring how both your names are side by side on the paper, acting as if this was a magnificent painting. After a long moment, he gives it back to you. “I’m going to need a copy of this on my desk before five o’clock today,” he commands sternly. A snort of air rushes from your nose. “Yes, sir.” Hoseok laces his fingers together, putting his hands under his chin as he gazes at you. “I’m also going to need a kiss from you before you leave this office.” “What happened to staying professional?” You loll your head to the side, too amused. “Is anyone around?” “No,” There’s a pause and you counter, “but we’re still in the office.” “That’s a good point.” He nods with another grin. “But I’m too tempted to do worse things.” You scoff, standing on your feet and leaning over. Your right hand is pressed on the surface of his desk, holding your weight as you bend. Your left hand tugs on his tie, pulling him closer and you plant a kiss on his cheek, faintly staining his skin with your lipstick. You pull away just as fast, plucking the sheet of paper away from him. “Save it for after work, Jung. Or else I might find cause to sue you.” “You’d never win.” He smirks, watching you saunter off. You spin around one last time. “I think you underestimate me.” The door shuts again and Hoseok sighs helplessly, turning back to work. Oddly enough, he’s more motivated than before to get things done. // While sometimes the workday feels short, for you it’s too long. If someone paid close attention to you, they’d notice the way your left leg was jumping underneath your desk and the way you were constantly glancing at the clock, waiting for five o’clock to roll around, too antsy to get out of here. Luckily for you, after the ninetieth glimpse of the time, five o’clock has finally come. “Goodnight, Y/N.” Naul bids farewell as she passes and you mimic her goodbye. The office slowly but surely empties out. You’re getting closer and closer— “Are you leaving yet?” Seulgi swings by your office, coat and bag in her hands, big eyes anticipating and slightly surprised you’re still at your desk. “I...uh…overtime….” Your eyes accidentally stray to Hoseok’s office and the door that remains closed. With a long sigh and not wanting to draw suspicion, you collect your belongings. “I’m leaving too.” “Cool.” The paralegal follows you out, past the floor, his office, the front desk and the elevators. The metal doors part and sadly close. But you try not to seem disappointed. “Are you doing anything after work?” “Just the usual. Hanging out at home, catching up on some TV, catching up on some sleep. You?” “Just going out with some friends.” Seulgi checks her phone, scrolling through her endless text messages. “I’ve already skipped out on three outings with them because somehow Hoseok always miraculously finds a way to shove work at me right before I’m supposed to go.” “Well, he tries his best. There’s a lot of work to do.” The female scoffs. “I don’t know about that. He’s not so strict anymore, but he’s still an ass.” “I don’t think you should speak about our boss in that way.” You turn to her with a sudden sharp and fierce tone, causing her to become startled. You swallow hard, softening your voice and trying to explain yourself, “Hoseok tries his best and he actually has a hard time keeping everything afloat. He actually cares a lot about his employees. We just have to learn to recognize it.” “I’m...sorry,” she murmurs after blinking a few times. “No, it’s okay. I understand how easy it is to be swept up and believe that he doesn’t care, but believe me, Hoseok is the complete opposite.” Seulgi nods and when the elevator doors open, you both walk through the lobby, bidding goodbye to the security guard. “Oh, Y/N, do you want me to give you a ride to the station? I’m heading in that direction anyways.” You smile, touched by her offer. “No, it’s okay.” “Are you sure?” She frowns in confusion. “Yeah, I’m fine. I have to pick up some stuff on my way to the station, so I don’t want to be a bother.” “Alright.” She gets into her car. “See you tomorrow?” “Tomorrow!” You wave goodbye. Meanwhile, Jimin is still packing up his things in his office. He didn’t realize it was so late, having been working ahead and caught up in it beyond the recognition of time. So now he happily hums, stepping out of his office, heading towards the elevators. But a flicker of light from the corner of his eye causes the lawyer to freeze mid-step. His neck cranes over. He walks. And he throws open his partner’s door. “Are you going?” “No.” Hoseok is preoccupied with papers all over his desk. “Have some work to do.” But Jimin doesn’t buy it so easily, especially when he knows what work there is...or rather, lack thereof. The brunette frowns, thinking hard and tilting his head. “What work?” At the same time, the lawyer’s phone chimes loudly. Hoseok picks up the device, smiling momentarily at the screen before pocketing it. “Actually, I am going.” The lawyer already standing is shocked to say the least. His partner isn’t one to change his mind so quickly. He can’t help but stare at him, even as they both walk out. “Why are you so happy lately?” “I’m not. It’s nothing.” “You’re not or it’s nothing?” “Both.” Typically, Jimin can read his partner’s expression — Hoseok doesn’t hide many things. But at the moment, he can’t read his expression at all. “Does it have to do with Y/N?” “What? No. Why would you say that?” “I don’t know.” He shrugs. “You guys talk a lot these days — I thought you said she was annoying.” Jung Hoseok is appalled and his mouth draws open, high-pitched whining voice channeled outwards. “I never said that!” “Alright, alright.” Jimin backs off with open hands and the two of them exit the elevator. “Maybe I’m remembering wrong,” he mutters and they leave the building. But even stranger and more baffling to him is how Hoseok takes a left instead of right, the opposite direction of the parking lot. “Hey! Where are you going? What about your car?” “I parked somewhere else. Bye! See you tomorrow!” “What the…” If it were possible, there would be a question mark floating above his head. Heck, his entire face has practically turned into a question mark. Jimin can’t understand — Hoseok has a reserved parking spot. Why would he park somewhere else? Yet, he is only left with more unanswered questions as he watches his partner walk off with a skip in his step. And he can only get into his own vehicle with a sharp inhale, confused to no end. Hoseok walks three blocks and then he hears a very familiar, warm voice. “‘Bout time.” He smiles, finding you leaning on his car with your arms crossed and lips pouty. “Sorry, I was caught up.” “You don’t have to drive me in the morning, you know.” The two of you parked far away, not wanting to get out of the car together in the morning and arouse suspicion from the employees of the office. It was definitely a hassle, but one you didn’t mind so much. “But I want you to see you,” he says and you know he doesn’t mind either. Hoseok gets into the car while you slide into the passenger seat. “You still see me at work.” “It’s not the same.” He has a wide grin and then leans over, soft lips stamping on your cheek, kissing you, and catching you completely off guard. He says nothing, putting his keys into the ignition and firing up the engine. You give a small helpless sigh, smile stuck on your face as he pulls away from the curb and you both go home together.

It’s another ordinary day, one of the kinds that you’re most content with— “Hey. Has anyone seen Hoseok?” Namjoon frowns, pushing up his glasses and leaning over to gather the attention of the other legal assistants. Seulgi shakes his head and so does Jin. “Actually, I was looking for Y/N too.” Seokjin chews his crunchy carrots and speaks with his mouth full, annoying the living daylights out of Seulgi. “She’s not in her office either.” “Huh.” She snaps out of her irritation caused by her coworker and tilts her head to the side. It was a mystery indeed. Jungkook passes by at the wrong time and is unfortunately questioned too. “Hey, Kook, have you seen Hoseok or Y/N?” “Uh…” The boy’s doe eyes stare back into theirs. “No..?” He walks away slowly, practically doing the moonwalk and he leaves into the kitchen, slipping away from them and making the legal assistants even more baffled with his bizarre behaviour. Eventually, the lawyer is found again and he tells Namjoon that he was in the bathroom. As for you… “I was in the lobby.” You smile at Seulgi. “Is there something you needed?” “No, I’m fine.” She shakes her head and walks away. Her thoughts are running wild, but she shakes it off with a tiny laugh and a scoff, feeling like she’s driving herself insane with her active imagination. It can’t be…

These ordinary days are the ones you love most. You can’t complain, especially with the way your morning starts off. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” You slip into the passenger seat with the brightest of smiles that would probably make Min Yoongi, the opposite of a morning person, want to kill you. “I thought you were against being late.” Hoseok grins, hands on the steering wheel, but still not driving away just yet. “Isn’t that part of your rules for the office?” “Yes,” you confirm. “So, we better get going here, Jung.” “Not before I get my morning kiss.” The lawyer childishly pouts and he taps his plush lips with a single finger. You sigh in exhuasion and he only sulks harder, tilting his head. “C’mon! Hurry!” he whines and you laugh, giving in. You lean over the console, pressing a single kiss to his mouth. The edges of his mouth lifts, smiling against yours. When you pull away, he mischievously chases after it, planting another peck to your lips. Happy and satisfied, Hoseok hollers loudly and begins driving. “Alright! Now we can go!” Really, you don’t know what you’re going to do with him— “Are you alright, Y/N?” Inyoung appears by your side, shocking you and nearly making the coffee slosh past the rim and onto your clothes. You set the cup down, dazed. “Huh? Uh, yes, why?” “Nothing. You were just smiling to yourself.” The accountant has her mouth meekly upturned and she scans you from head to toe, judgment lacking from her gaze and filled with fascination instead. “You look great.” You blink. “I do?” “Yes, you look very refreshed. Actually, I’ve noticed these days that you seem pretty happy, it’s almost like you’re glowing.” “T-..thanks.” You laugh nervously, trying to cover it up, but cringing at how stiff it sounds. “It’s what eight hours of sleep does to you, I guess.” “Ah...I wish I got eight hours of sleep. I actually suffer from insomnia sometimes.” “Oh, you want to talk about it? I don’t know how much actual advice I can offer you, but it might help. I know insomnia is linked to stress.” “I would love that,” she says with a grin. Your head nods once, picking an appointed time later on in the day and taking a sigh of relief at how you narrowly escaped. You really need to stop daydreaming.

But what were you thinking about? Yes. It’s ordinary days like this that— Kim Dahyun. She is a receptionist at Jung and Park. Most of the time, she feels like she’s just a side character in the firm, a sidekick so to speak. Not only does she have less of a strong personality than Lisa, the other receptionist, but she’s the newest addition to the office, albeit joining months ago. Apparently, she replaced a psycho girl before this. But that’s not important. The important fact of the matter is that she’s decided to take control of her life again! No longer will she be just a side-character. No longer is she going to be quiet and confused in conversations, still learning about the dynamics between people here. She’s going to make herself known in this office. She is going to show the other employees her bubbly personality that has been hidden away. She’s going to be the main character now! And she’s going to start by going directly to her boss and asking for a raise! Knock. Knock. She opens after hearing a squeak inside. “Um—” The words die on her tongue when she realizes she’s interrupted. You’re standing across from Hoseok’s desk, obviously both having been engaged in a conversation. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The receptionist begins to back away, but you smile. “No, it’s okay. I was just leaving.” You slip out of the room and Hoseok looks up with his piercing eyes. “Is there something you need from me?” “N-No. Sorry.” Okay. Courage might not be Dahyun’s strongest suit, but she’s going to assert her dominance one way or another. Now’s just not the right timing. But maybe she should talk to you and get your help. You’ve helped the others in this office get a raise before… “I’ll be right back.” Dahyun sets down her bag and coat on the chair. Lisa nods, booting up the computer while peeling the vibrant pink paint off her fingernails. “I’m going to grab a coffee.” She’s going to get herself a drink and find you. Tell you what’s going on. Get that raise. “Why are you doing that?” Dahyun hears a giggle and she freezes. “Stop that, Hoseok.” The receptionist’s eyes land on both you and Hoseok side by side at the counter of the kitchen. Her breath hitches. Her eyes grow wide. She begins to back away as if a predator is there, but it’s too late. You turn and notice her. Immediately, the conversation dies. Hoseok’s smile falls and your expression glazes over. Then, faster than she can blink, you smile at her. “Good morning, Dahyun.” “M-morning.” The lawyer nods in acknowledgment and walks off with a coffee cup in hand while you’re still staring at the girl who’s caught like a deer in headlights. But you’re oblivious to her turmoil. “Did you need something?” “No, no, I’m good…” Kim Dahyun is in agony. Every corner she turns, she’s placed in an awkward position, somehow sandwiched between you and Hoseok. She is the third wheel with no intention of third-wheeling. This isn’t right. Maybe she’s not supposed to the main character, maybe this isn’t her story. All she knows is that it was certainly more peaceful when she decided to just do her job and not chase after this imaginary raise and ambition of being noticed. She was being noticed alright — just in all the wrong ways. A sigh spills from the seams of her lips and she pushes the elevator button to return to the proper office floor. She waits patiently and then the silver doors part. “—don’t make me tickle you!” Your giggle and Hoseok’s laugh dies off. Dahyun stares.

The lawyer glares. You smile at her again, stepping aside. She enters after a delayed moment, holding the file folder to your chest. The stiff air nearly suffocates her to death. Hoseok looks straight ahead, face blank and serious while you peek at the receptionist. “Is everything okay, Dahyun?” “I..uh...I’m okay,” she murmurs, breaking a sweat from the tension. That’s when she decides to go for the kill, just to put herself out of her own misery. “But...I...um..was thinking….a r-raise.” “Would you like a raise?” you clarify and although Hoseok doesn’t say anything, you nod. “We’re in discussion for raises, so we’ll definitely keep you in mind. You’ve been doing a good job.” “T-..thanks…” The doors part with a chime and both you and the lawyer go your separate ways. Dahyun barely drags her feet back to the front desk. Lisa is startled at how pale she looks, skin sickly in lack of colour. “What’s wrong?” The receptionist doesn’t say anything, simply collapsing in her chair. Finally, her goal is complete. That’s all that matters. And she’s given up — she’ll just do her job quietly, go home quietly, mind her own business and hope one day she’ll save enough to pay for her own funeral. Trying to be the main character of a story that doesn’t belong to her is giving the poor girl too much stress. She doesn’t want the spotlight anymore. Not only is she confused and placed in such bizarre situations, she doesn’t think she can handle it any longer. It was definitely weird… But maybe it’s just a coincidence that you and Hoseok were always together. What were you thinking again? It felt like you forgot and faded in the background for a second…. It’s ordinary days like this that you cherish the most. Yes. That’s it. “Hi, could I get a large black coffee to go? Also...I’d like a strawberry strudel.” The question mark returns over Jimin’s head and after he makes his own order, he follows his partner to where the pick-up station is. “Don’t you hate strawberry strudels? You said it was too sweet once and you even spat it out.” Hoseok shrugs nonchalantly. “My tastes changed.” “Huh. Aren’t you a picky eater?” The lawyer doesn’t even answer or respond to his question, preoccupied with tapping away on his phone. // Later on in the day, Jimin is making his rounds around the office, finding some spare time and checking around. He used to do it more often and it would take much longer considering how many times he would be stopped and complained to (most notably by Sunyi towards Yoongi). But it seems like these days, he can happily weave through tables and offices without being bombarded with excessive whines. Everybody was doing well, focused on their jobs, office morale at a good place, content and happy. But there’s one notable thing. “Oh, is that a strawberry strudel?” You look up at your desk towards the brunette lawyer who’s popped his head through the doorway. “Yeah. Do you want some?” “No, I’m okay. But did you get that at the coffee shop?” He tilts his head, pointing at the sweet treat with a twitching smile and his other arm behind his back. The question mark above Jimin’s head is on the verge of exploding. “I brought it from home,” you say with a smile. Boom. The floating question mark blasts. Jimin leaves casually, but behind his office doors, his eyes are narrowed, two fingers parting his blinds carefully to stare out at the office floor. He isn’t Park Jimin anymore — he’s Sherlock Holmes. And he’s going to find out what the fuck is going on because he knows there’s something, merely right under his nose. He can sniff it in the air. He’s a hyperactive cat high on curiosity instead of catnip. There’s never been a moment where he’s been this curious, itching to know what’s going on, and as nosy and intrusive as it is, he stalks you both. But when he eavesdrops, it’s just mundane conversations and always work related. When you’re both together, it’s by coincidence. The rational part of Jimin’s brain tells him that you and Hoseok are just good friends and he’s projecting his own ‘needs’ onto the two of you, as if you both were having some hot affair that Jimin wishes he had…. But the lawyer is stubborn and won’t give up so easily, especially when it comes to his equally stubborn partner. “Hey, Y/N. Do you want to go out to lunch?” “I’d love to,” you reply easily, playing right into Jimin’s hand. It was perfect. He was going to set it up and make it so that you both would be going out to lunch with him. From there, Jimin would be able to observe how you two react with each other and he could do his interrogation at the same time too. It was impeccable— “I’m busy,” Hoseok mutters. “Can’t.” “What? You have to!” “We already had our monthly date last week if you didn’t remember.” He flips through several papers, licking his thumb in the process, chin deep in work. Jimin makes a last ditch attempt. “Y/N’s coming.” Hoseok doesn’t even look up at him. “So?” Fail. He sighs and walks away, not knowing what else to do. With his mind preoccupied on it all day, even as you sit across from him in the breakroom and share a salad during lunch, he doesn’t realize when five o’clock has rolled around and all the employees are leaving. “Hey, I’m heading out now,” his partner tells him on the way out. “Oh. Okay. Goodbye.” Jimin waves like a prince riding a carriage, acknowledging his presence. Hoseok disappears soon after...and then, Jimin’s legs take off. He bursts down the hallway, stopping on his heel and looking into your office. Lo and behold, you’re still there. “Y/N?” “Hey.” You look up at him. “Is everything alright?” His chest rises and falls, trying to catch his breath. “No-....I’m good. Are you going home?” You melt into a sheepish smile. “No. Unfortunately, I think I’m going to go overtime. I’m trying to finish this. I hope you don’t mind.” “It’s fine.” He backs away and then runs towards his office, ignoring the frown Seulgi sends him for being so outlandish. Jimin is more focused with leaping towards his glass windows and then he looks down….finding Hoseok driving away in his car. Whelp. Perhaps the strudel incident was really just a coincidence. There’s no other evidence of anything else going on. You’re both the same and Hoseok doesn’t act like he particularly cares about you. Jimin doesn’t want to ask you or his partner directly, knowing his boundaries and honestly already feeling guilty for being so suspicious and nosy in your private business. But the emotion that overwhelms him the most is disappointment. Jimin would’ve been so happy if you and Hoseok had actually something going on beyond a platonic sense. For a second there, he was actually excited. Secretly, he always felt you two were a good match with each other — you got to the deeper parts of Hoseok’s personality and he always seemed to anchor you down. Plus, Jimin doesn’t want Hoseok to die alone. The guy’s been working hard for the past two decades and he’s the one who deserves to feel happy the most. Park Jimin sighs to himself and muses that by the time Hoseok’s in a retirement home, the guy will only have him. But it would’ve been so nice if you both were together. Oh well. It is what it is. // Twenty minutes later, you’ve left the office to make the trek towards the station, but you stop only a block away from the firm. While standing on the curb of the street, eventually a familiar car pulls up and you open the door, jumping in. “Did you get the food?” you ask, planting a quick kiss to his cheek. “Just in time before they closed!” “Nice!” Things were great. Everything was going smoothly with Hoseok thus far. You were happy as can be, floating on cloud nine, and no one in the office suspected a single thing.

Min Yoongi wants to jump in front of a train, a school bus, maybe both. He couldn’t believe he was going into the office when it was nearly midnight, just because he was a big enough idiot to forget to bring his work home. Sunyi’s right. He’s a dumbass. Sure, Yoongi needed to finish it over the weekend and he could’ve picked it up tomorrow when it wasn’t at an ungodly hour. But then again, he also knew that there was no way in hell he was waking up at a reasonable time and he most positively did not want to step out of his house on a Saturday when it was not necessary. He’s a night owl and isn’t tired when making the trek to the office. On the bright side (if there was one), at least he could come in wearing his pajamas and no one would notice….only the night guard who waves while making his rounds. Yoongi fishes out the office keys and easily opens the door. Immediately, something catches his eye. It’s odd. Hoseok’s office lights are still on. The impassive lawyer wonders if Hoseok is having a late night like he is or maybe one of the cleaning staff accidentally left it on. He approaches, about to ask his old friend, but then he hears….moaning. There’s the sound of creaking inside, like a ghost taking refuge on an old rocking chair placed on a patio of some horror house. He walks away, beelining for his office. Yoongi sighs, picking up his shit to get the fuck out. But unfortunately for him and probably because Sunyi has cursed him so many times, as he walks out with an entire box of papers, the door to Hoseok’s office opens. You’re there. Just like he thought. “Yoongi?!” You’re shocked, frozen mid-step, not able to take a step closer towards the bathroom that you were heading into. You blink hard, wondering if you’re seeing a phantom. You aren’t. “Hey.” He greets you with a blank expression like it’s an ordinary day and he isn’t dressed from head to toe in blue airplane pajamas, freshly washed hair, and you weren’t still in your work attire. “I came to pick this up. Working on the client file over the weekend.” “Oh. I-uh...I was doing some overtime. I’m….a-about to go home too.” Yoongi nods, gripping the box. “See you.” But as the lawyer brushes past, he stops temporarily, cranes his neck and whispers in your ear— “Your skirt is on backwards.” You’re beyond embarrassed. Mortified. The planet could swallow you whole. Steam rises from your ears. It doesn’t help that you’ve preached about not engaging in any sexual misconduct within a five hundred radius of the building. But you don’t say anything and as Yoongi walks away nonchalantly, he peeks into the office where Hoseok is putting on his pants, faced away from the door and oblivious to his existence. You knew it was a bad idea. But when you tell Hoseok, he only laughs, mumbling something about how that sounds exactly like Yoongi. // You’re not so sure how long the butterflies will last. There will come a time when holding hands with Jung Hoseok and kissing him on the lips will no longer send swooping tingles to your stomach and make you giddy and giggly. But then you remember already living past the part already. Past the part where special moments became ordinary and mundane, and you’re not so worried as before. As long as neither you nor Hoseok give up, then things will work out. You believe in him. You believe in yourself. You believe in the two of you together. That’s how the thirty days pass and no one makes mention of it, no one decides to wave the white flag and declare to adjourn this relationship. “What is this?” He asks as you throw a thick pile of two hundred sheets on the coffee table, nursing a glass of wine in your other hand. You plop down on the plush couch, taking your place beside him. “It’s my first draft of the staff handbook. I finally finished.” “What?” He frowns, putting down his own glass to hold the pile. “Remember? You told me to work on one when I first came to the firm.” It takes a long second before his features light up with recognition. “Right. Wow, I didn’t know you would actually do it.” A grin pulls into his rosy cheeks and he flips to the second page, reading it. “Okay, let’s see what you did here. Oooh, Jung and Park. A Divorce Law Firm. I like it already.” You scoff, having an inkling that he’s so soft, he’ll even like it if you only wrote three words per page. Throughout the night of reading and going through the draft of your staff handbook, the wine glasses become empty and you become sleepy, curling onto his side, lulled from the warmth radiating off his body. “Hoseok…” “Hmm?” “Hani wants to go on a trip,” you murmur. “All of us. Taeyeon, Changsub, Daehwi.” He hums a soothing, low note that vibrates in your ears pleasantly. “That’ll be a lot of fun.” “I’m still mad at Changsub,” you whisper and he laughs quietly, squeezing you. “Well, I’m thankful for him,” he says. “Actually...if it weren’t for him, how long would you have waited to tell me about all of it.” “I don’t know.” Your eyes flutter shut, words spilling out slowly. “Didn’t...want to risk it. I wouldn’t mind being your friend...as long as I’m beside you…..” The corner of his lips tilt and he gazes endearingly at your profile before kissing the top of your head. Hoseok nuzzles into you, pulling the blanket up to your chin and you both fall asleep on the couch together.

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[1/1] work for it

█ Title: work for it █ Summary: The whole world knows how much of a dickhead Sgt Jeon is, but Jimin had no idea the man can be utterly despicable AND unjust. So, Jimin decided that he’d work for it. He’d work to earn the furlough he deserved. █ Rating: NC17 █ Status: Completed █ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin █ Note: Hello! It’s me again, this time presenting a pwp (is this even considered as pwp? I’m not really certain). This was written on 30/01/17 and I finally took the initiative to finish the whole thing!! I’m quite happy on how it turned out 。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*))) I decided to finish it to celebrate the third year of Masterpiece (yeah the title was too long i figured i'll just,, cut it short) and as I am aware of the complaints from the readers, treat this one as the alternative ending you guys deserved!

Also for those of you who have no idea, this is based on my other fic HOWEVER, this is a stand-alone so you can proceed without reading the other fic! (the other fic technically have feelings and some drama involved, so if you're interested do check it out ◕‿◕)

⚠ Warning: This is 9.7k of pure filth. Read tags before proceeding! Anyways, I hope you guys will enjoy this one ♡ Read on AO3

It was no secret that Jimin had an eye on Sergeant Jeon. Being under Sergeant Jeon’s monitoring division was both a blessing and a curse – while the young sergeant was undeniably attractive, he also happened to be an asshole. Besides, it was difficult to do anything with Sergeant Jeon around because damn, that man was distracting.

His doe eyes always seemed to follow Jimin around with a penetrating gaze; his cute lips often verbally assaulted Jimin along with the other recruits yet Jimin could not help but to let his mind wander at the images of the sergeant being on top of him, muttering filthy words against Jimin’s neck with eyes filled with desire.

Sergeant Jeon had a nickname especially reserved for Jimin only and while the Jimin Before Training would have felt insulted at the name, the Jimin Right Now wanted nothing more than the sergeant to call him princess. Embarrassingly, Jimin sometimes deliberately screwed up, just so the sergeant would have his attention towards him and calling him princess in mockery.

Jimin was a fucking tease himself.

He was not being conceited or anything, but sometimes he caught the look Sergeant Jeon gave him and it was no doubt that young man with dark chocolate hair had an eye on him too. After nearly five months living in the center, Jimin found out that Sergeant Jeon loved running at night which resulted in him showering a little later than the others. Jimin learnt this fact when he decided to take a shower at some time around midnight after finishing his self-love session, and he was greeted by the sight of a half -naked Sergeant Jeon – with rock hard abs and muscular biceps and all – when he swung the door open.

Jimin was internally screaming, willing his eyes to look away from the perfection that was in a form of tall man with huge brown eyes and cute bunny teeth but instead, his eyes were glued to his perfectly sculpted sunkissed body.

Jungkook –the Sergeant’s name – cocked an eyebrow in confusion, his hands were drying his hair with a small red towel. Jimin swallowed uneasily, wiped his hands on his black shorts and placed his towel on the rack.

The other recruits would have bowed down to Jungkook and politely greeted him, but Jimin was not like the others. He was a professional brat who did not hesitate to show Jungkook that he was unwilling to be respectful towards the younger.

The bathroom was awfully silent, except for the ruffling sound Jungkook made and if you listen closely, you can hear Jimin’s cock screaming to be released from his pants. Everyone in the squad knew how their sergeant and Jimin did not get along. Jimin was such a pain in the ass, always refused to be told what to do while Jungkook absolutely loved ordering Jimin around, which only made Jimin more defiant. Out of the thirteen of them, Jimin was the one who got to be punished the most. Like that one time, when they lost soccer because of him, Jungkook had demanded Jimin to stay in Wonsan pokgyeok position for three straight hours. Jimin had difficulties standing after that, his neck felt so stiff he almost wanted to break it.

He was not sure why he even thought that it was a good idea to strip himself naked, placing his article of his clothings carelessly on the bench and covered his dick with the towel as he walked towards one of the stalls. Jimin had seen countless of guys naked before but this was Jeon Fucking Jungkook, the main reason why he had his hand down his pants that night and also the man who was taking him from behind in his fantasies. Imagining Sergeant Jeon’s body was one thing, but seeing his half-naked body with his two own eyes was a whole lot different level.

He purposely left his bar soap on top of his pile of clothes, just so he had the reason to turn around to see Jungkook’s reaction and boy was he glad that he thought of it. When he turned around, he caught the sergeant’s eyes staring at him — or more specifically, his ass.

Jimin had a nice ass, everyone told him so. It was a Fact, not just a compliment.

Jimin bit his lower lip, desisting himself from smiling and blinked at Sergeant Jeon. Jungkook whipped his head away from Jimin faster than usain bolt, cheeks slowly turning red. Jimin grabbed his soap, only for it to be dropped to the ground and Jimin swore that was not something he had planned. He found himself getting a little bit excited, probably more than he should, as he took the opportunity to bend down, wiggling his ass in process.

Jungkook’s breath hitched, cursing himself for not being able to look away. Silently, the sergeant cursed God for letting this happen. Jungkook ended up dressing himself in a rush, eyes down the whole time as he did not dare to look up to the soldier. Jungkook had only been promoted to second lieutenant and it was his first service of training a platoon; he was not going to let his libido fuck with his job.

Jimin almost snickered when he caught a glimpse of the usual demanding sergeant being timid, cheeks colored like peach in the sun. The tease took his time to get into the stall once he grabbed his soap, as if he was showing Jungkook the stuff the sergeant was missing out. It was only when he locked himself in the stall and turned on the faucet he let out a small giggle.

Sergeant Jeon, on the other hand, struggled to pull the hem of his white shirt downwards with the intention of hiding his semi as he walked out of the bathroom.

Jungkook always looked up to his father, who was a General. He never would have thought that he ended up working in the military until his father brought him to work. His father was assigned to look over a squad – their sergeant was away because of health issue – and Jungkook had been watching his father training the soldiers. He found it fascinating how everyone listened to his father, no matter how absurd his requests were. He liked the authority in his dad’s voice, how everyone would bow down and referred to him as “General”. Jungkook decided that he wanted that too.

He was probably around fifteen or sixteen, when he accidentally walked on a recruit giving a superior a head.

Ever since he expressed his interest in training, his father had often brought him to the center to let Jungkook observe. His father had asked him to fetch a box of grenade in the storage, as the man was planning to spend the day hand grenade training and he was more than happy to oblige. The storage room was a bit crowded; there were shelves and boxes everywhere. Some of them were unlabeled, and he had gone through the ones without label to check whether they contained the grenades.

Frustrated, he went to the back and instantly, his eyes lit up with exhilaration when they landed on crates filled with weapons.

While his friends would have to go to the arcade to play pretend they were holding a plastic gun, Jungkook realized that he did not have to pay a single cent to touch a Browning M1917A1. He played a few video games before – instantly, he recognized the M1917 revolver his character had used in one of the crates. His father had specifically warned him not to touch anything, but curiosity and excitement urged him to grab the pistol and feel the weight in his hands.

It was nothing like the fake one in the arcade, the one equipped with sensors because the real one he was touching made of metal and despite its small structure, it weighed heavier than it looked. He held the gun tightly, closed one eye to peek at the barrel and careful not to brush his finger against the trigger. It was only when he heard shuffling noises from the entrance that he abruptly put the revolver down in fear of getting caught.

He jolted in surprise when he heard the door was slammed harshly, followed by noises from a few shelves in front of him. His dad would have killed him if he was being tardy. Gulping, he abruptly grabbed the crate filled with grenades, hastily grabbed the nearest lid to cover the top and halted when he heard the grunts.

Bewildered, he placed down the crate slowly, careful not to make noises and tiptoed his way forward. His mind was filled with dangerous ideas of thieves trying to steal weapons and infiltrate the base. For some stupid reason, he thought it would be the perfect opportunity for him to spring into action and catch whoever it was – only to soon regret it when he saw a young man on his knees.

He furrowed his eyebrows, tip-toeing a bit to get a better view. He had to move a few boxes from the shelf in front of him to see what was really happening and up until now, he was not certain if he regretted it or not because when he did, he saw another man. It was someone he recognized as his father’s friend, with his pants dropped down on his knees and –

Oh.

His doe eyes widened in surprise at the sight. He should have ran, but somehow was frozen in place. Sir Hoon (who insisted Jungkook to call him ‘uncle’) had his back against the side of the shelf, his hand wrapped around the young man’s nape while the other was lifting the hem of his dark green uniform. Jungkook gulped, unable to take his eyes off from the way the man was bobbing his head, mouth full with Sir Hoon’s cock. Obscene noises were filling the room, but not loud enough to be heard from the outside.

Jungkook’s eyes followed the way saliva began dripping down to the young man’s chin, eyes trained to look up at Sir Hoon’s reaction. The older man panted, thrusting his hip forward, causing the younger guy to let out a choked sound.

It was only when Sir Hoon released his load in the recruit’s mouth that it dawned to Jungkook that he felt as if his pants shrunk a size. He had to suppress the groan from escaping his lips as the men were still there, just a few meters away from him.

The thought of fetching the hand grenades were long forgotten, even after the men walked out of the room, pretending nothing ever happened.

Needless to say, he was yelled in front of his father’s platoon for being unpunctual.

Jungkook came up with the conclusion that Jimin was either oblivious with whatever he was doing or that he was trying to make Jungkook get off his back. Park Jimin already left an impression on him, even before they met. He had read the squad member’s personal files, noting a few important facts here and there, trying to memorize their faces and names and out of all the thirteen members, it was hard to not remember Park Jimin.

He was a rich bastard, someone who was born with a silver spoon in their mouth. His mother went up to Jungkook a few days before to bribe him, but Jungkook refused. The woman with fur coat insisted for Jungkook to take the money and no matter how many times Jungkook rejected her, she was still being persistent.

The moment they were lined on the field, Jungkook already knew the idiot with pouty lips and expression that showed how much he hated being there was Park Jimin. He had been very difficult to handle. On the first day, he attempted to flirt with Jungkook, earning a few chuckles from the others and while Jungkook felt a little bit flattered; his face turned a dark shade of red. In an attempt to hide his embarrassment, he did the only thing he could think of.

“Give me a hundred jumping jacks, Park Jimin.”

“Wait what?”

“Sir,” Jungkook stated harshly with a pointed look. “You will be addressing me with sir. And I hate having to repeat myself. I’m giving you another hundred.”

This time, the others were cackling at Jimin and boy, that felt quite good.

Jimin frowned. “But I didn’t do anything wrong, sir,” the man emphasized the last word with mockery.

“I don’t like the tone of your voice either, princess. Make it three hundred.”

He did not plan for any of it to happen, but Park Jimin proved to be a hardheaded person just like his mother. He was the only one in the platoon that did not bow down to Jungkook and dared to have an intense staring showdown. It was frustrating and Jungkook’s libido agreed. Sometimes, his hand was not sufficient.

Which lead him to giving his squad members a furlough except Park Jimin because he had the power to do so.

Jimin, obviously, was not pleased.

After Jungkook announced it, Jimin was stunned. It was only when Jungkook walked out of the compartment Jimin finally reacted. He followed Jungkook, used his strength to spun Jungkook around towards him, nearly shoving the taller man against the wall. If it were not for his furrowed eyebrows and the twitching vein on his forehead that seemed like it was going to pop any second, Jungkook would have thought Jimin was going to give him the makeout of his life.

“What the fuck?!” Jimin yelled, his voice echoing throughout the hallway.

At the corner of Jungkook’s eye, he saw someone going out of the compartment. When the person saw the commotion, he slowly retreated back and soon enough, the sound of the door creaking was heard.

“Park Jim—”

“Listen, you fucking dickhead,” Jimin spat harshly, pressing a finger on Jungkook’s chest.

It was amazing (and such a turn on, honestly speaking) how Jimin sounded so pissed off and haughty. Jungkook only looked down on Jimin, trying to hide his amusement by scrunching his nose. He had thought of having Jimin suck him off at the bathroom or perhaps the storage room, but he would not mind getting Jimin off right now at the hallway.

There was just something attractive with the way Jimin was directing his anger towards Jungkook.

“I deserve to be given a furlough,” Jimin gritted his teeth. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re thinking, leaving me out just like that.”

Do you really wanna know what I think?

Jungkook chuckled humorlessly, swatting Jimin’s finger away from his chest. “I have my own reason.”

Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms with a growl. “Yeah? Is the reason because you’re a fucking asshole?”

“You’re not disciplined enough.” Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly with a sardonic smirk. It was partially true though. “And look at you, yelling and cussing at your own sergeant when you should be working hard to earn your furlough. In other words, you don’t deserve it.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped in disbelief. While it might be true, Jimin felt even more offended hearing it with his own ears. Disciplined or not, it was still cruel to give everyone except him a leave.

“Excuse me?” Jimin nearly shrieked, pointing a finger towards the younger. “I washed the boots, just as you ordered. I gathered the equipment and put them back in the storage room, just as you ordered – and this is what I get?”

Jungkook straightened his back, an amused smile formed on his lips. “What part of ‘you don’t deserve it’, you don’t understand? Go to sleep, Jimin. We’ll start tomorrow.”

Jungkook ignored Jimin’s shouts, strutted straight to his bedroom and let out a huge sigh of relief.

A small voice at the back of his head was trying to reason to him that it was going to be a bad idea, which was true, but the small voice was drowned by the scream of his own libido.

The good thing about having the whole compartment alone was that Jimin could grind against his mattress without getting caught. That, and also he could eat the chocolates his mother sent him alone. Jimin was still pissed at Jungkook for leaving him out and every time he saw Jungkook’s face, his brain decided to replay the heated one-sided argument they had inside Jimin’s head.

“You don’t deserve it.”

“Fuck you,” Jimin spat out to no one in particular and found himself giving Jungkook pointed looks when Jungkook had his back turned to Jimin.

And Jimin deserved it.

He solemnly believed it with all his heart and soul.

And he was going to earn it.

Damn right, he will.

He just had to find the perfect time and the perfect place.

If there was a word that could describe Jeon Jungkook, it would be cautious.

He loved having others depend on and look up to him. He loved the respect his squad members gave him, how they cower in fear whenever he turns his head towards him. In other words, he thought himself as someone reputable in the center – which was why he was determined to not get caught when he finally had the chance to have his dick sucked by someone of lower status than him.

Unlike the suggestive looks and lip bites that Jimin would send him when others were around, Park Jimin refused to meet his eyes. The older man was still mad, that was apparent from the way he rolled his eyes and snap at Jungkook.

While Jungkook would have expected Park Jimin to be on his knees for him now, it did not happen. Whenever they crossed paths in the hallway, Jimin would have pretended he did not see him. A few days ago, he would have eyefucked Jungkook from across the hall. And whenever Jungkook planned to spend a little time alone with him (with whatever reason his brain can offer), Jimin was always seen with recruits from other division.

And damn, Jungkook had never felt so frustrated in his whole life.

So, after three days of being without his recruits, Jungkook finally decided to have his dick touched no matter what.

When Jungkook barged into the compartment and demanded Jimin to go with him for training at fucking ten o’clock at night, Jimin almost jumped three feet in the air with his hand on his waistband. Back when his comrades were still here, Jungkook would have interrupted their so-called-bonding session and chose a few of them to go on a run at night.

Jimin deserved an award for being the Most Chosen Member to Run Late at Night.

The second runner up would be Lee Seokmin.

He thought it was unnecessary for Jungkook to give Jimin a night training session because hell, Jimin was the only one he had to keep an eye on in the morning, why the fuck would he need to make Jimin suffer at night too?

The only difference was that Jimin was riding in the Humvee tonight when he should be outside, running his ass off. But when he was halfway running, it began to rain.

And bingo, Jimin might have found the perfect time and perfect place.

The ride was silent, a little bit uncomfortable in Jimin’s opinion, but he had to think to make it work. Clearing his throat, he began, “May I know exactly why I’m not given a furlough?”

While the first time Jimin had roughly shoved Jungkook against the wall and yelled at his face, he attempted to ask nicely and see where it could go.

‘Not this again.’ “I already told you.”

“There isn’t any other reason?” Jimin asked sweetly.

‘There is.’ “No.”

“Will you give me a furlough if I earned it?”

‘Sure.’ “No.”

The wind was spraying raindrops on the screen and Jimin recognized the sign on the left side of the road that indicated they were not far from the center. Jimin already made up his mind; he wanted to earn the furlough no matter what happened and he did what he had to.

(He thought it would not work at first but fuck it.)

The Humvee was spacious; Jimin had to sit on the edge of the passenger seat to reach Jungkook. Taking a deep breath and turning his whole body to face Jungkook, he placed a hand on Jungkook’s thigh and lightly squeezed it and had to bite down his lip to refrain a giggle from escaping his lips when Jungkook straightened his back, tensed.

“Hey, hey. It’s just the two of us.”

Jungkook almost pressed so hard on the brake pedal when he heard Jimin whisper to him.

“Wh—”

Jimin moved to the back of Jungkook’s seat, knees on the floor mat as his hands softly caressing Jungkook’s chest and leaned down to whisper in Jungkook’s ear, “C’mon now, sir… you’ll give me a break, won’t you?”

It was only when he felt Jimin’s warm breath against his neck that he shuddered and pressed the brake, pulled up the emergency hand brake and exhaled a breath through his nose.

“Work for it,” Jungkook groaned.

“Mm,” Jimin hummed before lightly sucking on Jungkook’s earlobe, eliciting a soft grunt from the younger. He could smell the fruit scented shampoo Jungkook used, loved how he smelled sweet unlike how he presented himself.

The sergeant let out an inaudible sigh when Jimin pulled away.

“C’mere,” he heard Jimin coaxed from behind.

He knew he would get into trouble if they were found out – it was honestly suspicious to have a Humvee parked in the middle of the road but when Jungkook turned his head to the backseat to find Jimin already rubbing circles against his clothed crotch, Jungkook’s mind erased all the unwanted and possible scenarios of him getting fired because goddamn, Jimin was enticing. Too, too enticing.

Jimin saw a glint he had never seen in Jungkook’s eyes before and purposely let out a lewd moan to get a reaction from Jungkook. Jungkook’s breath hitched as he climbed to the back seat, the Humvee was not high enough to make him stand fully so he had to keep his knees on the ground.

The corner of Jimin’s mouth instantly quirked upwards the moment he caught Jungkook biting his lower lip.

Jimin straightened up, his hand grabbed Jungkook’s and pulled the man closer. “I’m gonna earn it,” he whispered, crescent eyes staring straight at Jungkook’s before he tilted his head and placed his lips on top of Jungkook’s. The sudden action caught Jungkook off guard, his eyes widened as he watched Jimin closing his eyes, lips puckering into the kiss and whatever curiosity Jungkook had towards his lips was now answered – yes, Jeon Jungkook, his lips were as soft as it looked.

Jungkook was not sure if he wanted to pull away or just stay awkwardly with Jimin’s lip on top of his and it was only when he felt Jimin’s warm tongue sliding against his lower lip that he decided that yeah, more kissing would not hurt anybody. The sergeant parted his lips, barely registering Jimin’s hand that was softly caressing the side of his neck when Jimin’s tongue slid against his.

His hand made its way underneath Jimin’s plain shirt to stroke his body and it was only then Jimin pulled away, a smirk on his lips.

“Nu uh,” Jimin grinned, placing a hand on top of Jungkook’s and removed it from his stomach. “Why don’t you take a seat, sir?”

Jungkook hated the teasing tone in Jimin’s voice, but his cock was twitching in his cargo pants, as if it was screaming for Jungkook to just get over it already and sit on the fucking chair. So he did, on the chair behind the passenger seat. Jimin, on the other hand, was secretly enjoying the control he had to make Jungkook listen to him.

He crawled towards Jungkook, placing a small peck on the younger’s neck as his hand lowered down the waistband of his pants.

“Wow,” Jimin gasped at the obvious bulge on Jungkook’s boxer, causing Jungkook to turn away with red spots on his cheeks. “Excited?” Jimin teased, before nosing on the bulge.

“Ya, don’t do that.”

Jimin giggled.

Jimin was going to be the death of him, Jungkook swore. He took his time getting into the real thing, licking Jungkook’s clothed semi and often grazing his teeth slightly while his hands kneaded Jungkook’s inner thighs, spreading them open. Jungkook refrained himself from making any noises that can bring him humiliation, and when Jimin realised this, he stopped.

“Oi, why—”

“How am I supposed to know I’m doing a good job if you’re keeping it in?”

“You’re absurd.”

“Come on, sir,” Jimin emphasized with a lilt.

“Shut up.”

Jimin rolled his eyes before lowering Jungkook’s boxer and grinned in amusement when Jungkook’s dick was full on display, red and curving wonderfully towards his stomach. Jungkook groaned in embarrassment when he caught sight of Jimin staring at it like it was the most beautiful art in the museum. Jungkook wanted to clamp his thighs shut, but Jimin had both hands on his inner thighs, preventing them from closing.

“Ah, you’re so excited.”

“Are you going to just keep talking or what?” Jungkook grunted impatiently.

“Relax, sir,” Jimin murmured, grabbing the base of Jungkook’s cock before pecking it. Jungkook swallowed, eyes locked on the way Jimin was planting soft kisses on the underside of his cock.

“Holy—” Jungkook gasped out when he felt Jimin’s fingers fondling his balls, sometimes squeezing lightly as his lips won’t leave his dick.

Jimin sucked on his tip then, looking up to watch Jungkook holding back his moans. Jimin bit back his giggle as he began moving his hand up and down on Jungkook’s erection, mouth lowering to engulf Jungkook’s balls, eliciting soft moans from Jungkook. Jimin smirked, sucking lightly on the sacs, running his tongue on the scrotum while thumbing the slit and used the oozing precome to stroke Jungkook easily. Jungkook’s hand flew to grip behind the chair tightly and had his other arm to cover his eyes.

Jimin pulled away then, leaving Jungkook breathless and chest heaving, cock still erect.

“Why did you—”

Jungkook wanted to touch himself, wanted a release but Jimin was right in front of him. Jimin only smirked, hastily climbing up to Jungkook’s lap and squirmed his ass on Jungkook’s thighs. Jimin let out a soft moan when his clothed cock accidentally brushed against Jungkook’s, hand gripping tight on Jungkook’s shoulder to steady himself.

“I’d let you fuck me but I don’t have lube with me,” Jimin murmured, giving Jungkook a lazy smile.

“I do.”

Jimin cocked an eyebrow in amusement, lips curving into a sardonic grin.

Jungkook cleared his throat as he thumbed Jimin’s slit, earning a shudder from Jimin. “In my room.”

“Mmhm,” Jimin hummed before licking his lips. “So we’re just gonna go back like this?”

Jungkook smirked, squeezing Jimin’s ass as he nipped on Jimin’s collarbone. “Nu uh.”

They managed to sneak into Jungkook’s office without looking suspicious, the both of them walked side by side while pretending as if Jungkook wanted to talk to Jimin about something Serious. But the moment the door was closed, Jungkook was pinned against the wall, both hands at the side of his head as Jimin attacked his lips with hunger. This time though, Jungkook readily opened his lips for Jimin to explore, tongues sliding against each other. Jimin was the one who pulled away, panting as strings of saliva dripped from his lips. Jungkook licked his lips, breathless from the sudden kiss.

“Get in,” Jungkook murmured, jerking his head towards the direction of his room.

Jimin stripped himself on his way there, leaving article of his clothing on the floor. Jungkook’s room was smaller than he imagined, with only a single bed situated in the middle of the room, a brown wardrobe that probably had countless amounts of plain white shirts and a bedtable with a lamp on top. Jimin plopped himself on the bed, legs spread open as he inserted two fingers inside his mouth, slowly sucking on his fingers when he heard Jungkook’s footsteps approaching the room.

Jungkook had a bottle in his hand, and Jimin thanked God that he was already naked and semi hard again. Jimin had sucked Jungkook off while the man was driving, and Jungkook had to stop the car at the gates when he came. They were fortunate that the security was off to the bathroom else they might get caught. With spit covered fingers, Jimin circled around the rim of his entrance, teasing himself before inserting a finger.

The sergeant gulped at the sight he was witnessing; Jimin’s tousled hair, sticking up everywhere as his half-lidded eyes that appeared darker were focused on him – only him, he reminded himself – while opening himself up. Jimin held the sergeant’s gaze the whole time he was fucking himself that it made Jungkook groan, gripping on the bottle tighter and cock aching as Jimin began thrusting his finger in and out of his hole, purposely letting out libidinous moans as if he was putting on a show.

“Shit, Jimin,” Jungkook hissed, forcefully pulling out Jimin’s fingers and received a whine as a respond. “Can’t fucking wait for me, can’t you?”

“Sorry, sir.” Although the way he batted his eyelashes and grin showed the exact opposite of feeling sorry.

He did not catch the mischievous glint in Jimin’s eyes and when he opened his mouth to speak, Jimin used the strength Jungkook did not know the smaller had to push Jungkook down and change their position, so now Jungkook was the one who had his back against the mattress and Jimin standing on his knees, looming over Jungkook.

Whatever Jungkook was about to say was lost somewhere, replaced by grunts when Jimin’s thigh brushed slightly against his semi. He did not realize Jimin had taken the lube from him, and when Jungkook opened his eyes, Jimin already had a finger inside of him, head thrown back with a soft groan. Jungkook slowly stroke himself, unable to tear his eyes away from the perfection that was Jimin.

Jungkook would have looked away when Jimin’s eyes were on him, a smirk evident on his lips but he found himself leaning closer, one hand on Jimin’s waist while placing a kiss on his tanned stomach, earning the softest sigh from the man standing in front of him. He had seen countless of men half-naked before, but none of them made his cock as hard as Jimin could. Jungkook began stroking his length then, which only made Jimin swatted his hand away and frowned.

“I’ll be doing all the work,” Jimin growled, pushing Jungkook back with his free hand. “Gotta earn it.”

Jungkook only chuckled, slapped a hand lightly on Jimin’s left cheek before squeezing his ass again. Jimin only moaned in response. Jungkook had to fight the urge to pin Jimin down, to enter him and fuck him to oblivion but the mere sight of Jimin stretching himself out made Jungkook wait and watched – Jimin was better than any of the porn he had seen. Grabbing the bottle beside them, Jungkook smeared a liberal amount on his fingers before inserting a digit inside of Jimin, causing Jimin to let out a gasp and looked down at him with a scandalized expression.

He thought Jimin would have protested again, but he began thrusting his finger inside and out at an incessant pace, felt how stretched Jimin was with three fingers inside of him and added another one. Jimin arched his back, lips hung open as he drowned in pleasure of his and Jungkook’s fingers fucking him.

Jungkook had to swallow at the sight, obscene noises bouncing around the room and it was only when Jimin panted, “Stop… stop!” that he slowed his fingers down and pulled out. Jimin panted heavily, one hand gripping on Jungkook’s shoulder as he hung his head down. From the way he was breathing rather heavily, cock twitching and thighs quivering, Jungkook knew he could not last long. While Jimin was regaining his breath, Jungkook took the time to coat himself with the lubricant, squeezing the hell out of the bottle.

Jimin shifted a little bit closer, sucking on Jungkook’s neck while aligning Jungkook’s dick to his entrance.

“I’m gonna ride you,” Jimin murmured against his skin. “Gonna ride you so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Uhuh… ah!” Jimin gasped when he managed to get the tip in. Jungkook groaned as Jimin began lowering himself, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Jungkook watched as Jimin’s hole greedily swallow his cock, his plump lips agape while both of his hands held onto Jungkook’s shoulders for support.

Jungkook swallowed, licking his bottom lips at the sight. He let his fingers curl around Jimin’s length, not jerking him off, just feeling the way it was hot in his hand, how it curved prettily against Jimin’s stomach. Jimin bit his lower lip, not moving just yet. He had always imagined Jungkook to be big, bigger than he was, and he was not wrong. As soon as Jungkook was fully inside of him, he took a second to breathe.

Jungkook sat up then, thumbing Jimin’s nipple as his other hand slightly squeezed Jimin’s thigh. It made Jimin shudder, eliciting a soft gasp. Jimin began to move slowly and steadily, with his teeth biting onto his lip. Jungkook smirk, somehow satisfaction surging through his veins when Jimin furrowed his brows, desperately yet patiently wanting to adjust to Jungkook’s size.

“Fuck…” Jimin gasped. “You’re so big, sir…”

Jungkook chuckled, finger brushing against Jimin’s lips. Jimin opened up his lips to lick Jungkook’s thumb and proceeded to suck it into his mouth, earning another chuckle from the sergeant. Jungkook replaced his thumb with his index and middle finger, which Jimin eagerly opened his mouth for. Jungkook took his fingers back to rub against Jimin’s areola, making Jimin slightly arch. He grinned before leaning in to circle his tongue around Jimin’s nipple.

“I told you I’m gonna earn it, Sarge,” Jimin panted with a sardonic grin before he pushed Jungkook’s chest, causing him to have his back against the mattress. “So why don’t you… ah… enjoy the ride?” toppling

Jimin began to move then, slowly rising up on his knees and back down again, one hand on Jungkook’s pecs to steady himself. The sergeant let out a groan when Jimin slammed down hard. Jungkook buck his hip up, earning a whimper from the man above him. Gradually, Jimin began to speed up, moaning. Jungkook let his gaze rake over Jimin’s body, shining with sweat, eyes hooded as he looked down at Jungkook.

Jungkook thought he could come like this, with Jimin holding his gaze so seductively and his cock bouncing against his stomach. He had slept with other recruits before, but none of them can ever match Jimin’s beauty. Jimin was the prettiest, always the prettiest. Jungkook fisted the mattress, feeling the heat pooling in his stomach for the second time that night. He let out a gasp when Jimin clenched around him.

“Fuck, fuck…” Jimin moaned, eyes closed as he moved at an incessant speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin only got louder and louder by the second.

Jimin was nearing his peak, Jungkook knew, because when he opened his eyes, his gaze was dark and unfocused, his movements began to stutter. Jungkook took the chance to sit up, pushing Jimin against the mattress, startling the hell out of Jimin. Jimin’s gaze finally focused on Jungkook, who was caging him with both his hands on Jimin’s side, sweat gleaming on his temple.

The sergeant looked so devilishly handsome that it made Jimin want to curse. “Wh—”

“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself,” Jungkook grinned.

Jimin’s breath hitched when he felt Jungkook spreading his legs wide open, slowly thrusting in and out of his entrance. Jimin threw his head back, exposing his slender neck for Jungkook to leave a mark.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook whispered against the crook of Jimin’s neck. “Do you know that?”

Jimin hummed in response, bringing his arms to wrap around Jungkook’s neck to bring the man closer. Jimin lightly graze his teeth against Jungkook’s earlobe before nipping it. Jungkook propped himself up on one elbow while the other found its way to hook itself around Jimin’s waist, lifting his hip up to change the angle. He began thrusting, earning a yelp from Jimin.

Jungkook fell into a rhythm, thrusting in and out of Jimin, fueled on Jimin’s words of encouragement for him to go faster. Jimin pitched out a cry with the next thrust, which was a little more erratically than before. Jungkook smirked against his skin, before licking his neck to taste the racing pulse beating just beneath his lips. He found it.

Jimin’s hip pushed forward to meet his thrusts, lips hung open. If he thought Jimin was prettier before he was wrong. Jimin looked the absolute prettiest like this, needy and flushed under him. He felt Jimin’s hands against his biceps, moaning Jungkook’s name as his back arched.

“Oh god, oh god…”

“You’re gonna come for me, princess? Yeah? You’re gonna come for me?”

“Close… close, I’m close…” Jimin whined, his hand beginning to fist his neglected cock.

Jungkook’s hips work faster, deeper, his grip on Jimin’s waist tightened that Jimin was sure it will leave a mark.

“Touch yourself, Jimin, come on now.”

Jimin whined, stroking his length, breaths coming out in sharp staccato ‘ah’s. The immense pleasure from being fucked and touching himself was overwhelming, threatening to send him over the edge. Jungkook let out a grunt, never missing a rhythm as he fucked into Jimin’s clenching heat, repeatedly hitting the right spot.

Jimin’s breath get caught in his throat when he came with a violent shake of his body, crying out Jungkook’s name.

“Fuck, fuck,” Jungkook groaned, thrusting erratically.

Jimin pulled him closer, whimpering and arms shaking. His eyes were glazing, body lurching with each frantic thrust. “St—” the words get caught in his throat, his back bowing and he cannot think of anything but Jungkook, Jungkook and Jungkook. His body was shaking violently now, weakly pushing Jungkook away. “— Stop, fuck, fuck.”

Jungkook hushed, sucking on his neck and Jimin was so fucking sensitive, tears were pooling in the corner of his eyes.

“God, god, Jungkook, please,” he begged, unable to take the pleasure from being pounded over and over again.

“Close, m’close, princess.”

Jungkook let out a grunt then, his body stilled for a moment and Jimin felt Jungkook filling him up. He let out a sob, overwhelmed by the fullness. Jungkook shuddered, before thrusting one last time, causing Jimin to jolt, and then he trembled into Jimin’s body. Jimin was still shaking – hands meekly pushing Jungkook away from him, sensitive when Jungkook made contact with his cock.

“Fuck,” Jungkook panted, bracing his forearms beside Jimin before pulling himself up, sitting on his haunches.

Slowly, Jungkook pulled out with a low grunt, earning a shaky mewl from Jimin, his body twitching vehemently. His chest was rising up and down, desperate to get air into his lungs as his body went limp.

Jungkook let out a soft chuckle. Jimin’s hole was pink and puffy, clenching involuntarily and overflowing with cum. Jungkook’s finger brushed against Jimin’s hole, causing Jimin to convulse, pushing Jungkook’s hand away.

He loved seeing Jimin like this, so sensitive and beautiful.

Jimin swallowed, one arm on his middle as he attempted to regulate his breathing.

“You all right?” Jungkook asked.

Jimin nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. Eventually, he said, “You’re fucking crazy.”

Jungkook shook his head with a small laughter. “And you’re sensitive.”

Jimin rolled his eyes before slowly sitting up, glaring at Jungkook. Jungkook’s sardonic grin only grew wider as he reached toward the drawer to take out a small box of tissue. Jimin felt an impulse to brush away Jungkook’s fringe and managed to hold himself back. “You called me pretty,” Jimin voiced out. “Is that why you keep me here?”

Jungkook’s cheeks coloured pink, eyes narrowing as he threw the box of tissue to Jimin. “No.”

Jimin raised a brow, not buying it.

“Do I earn it then? The furlough?” Jimin batted his lashes before wiping himself with the tissue.

“Huh.”

“Huh?”

“Let me think about it.”

Everyone in the whole damn world knew Jungkook was a hardheaded son of a bitch, but he did not expect him to be very difficult to crack. He was expecting to be given his leave the next day, but instead, he woke up to Jungkook blowing his whistle at ass o’clock, forcing him to wake up and run laps on the field.

Jungkook’s eyes were trained on him like a hawk, watching his every move, and he hated how the sergeant’s demeanor aroused him.

The training went on as usual, Jungkook acting normally as if Jimin was not riding him the night before and if Jimin were to be honest, it was quite frustrating. He had experience in one-night stands before, but none involved a superior and his furlough on the line. The sex was amazing, so there was no doubt that he should get his leave. Hell, he deserved two weeks just for giving Sergeant Jeon head in the Humvee!

Which was why, he decided to work even harder to earn it.

And that was how Jungkook found the recruit in his office, sitting on top of his desk with his leg crossed, ankle over knee.

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose before slamming his door shut, sighing in exasperation.

“You know you’re not allowed in my office if I’m not inside. I made it clear on your first day, Park Jimin,” Jungkook grumbled, making his way to the cabinet to grab a file.

Jimin’s eyes followed Jungkook’s movement, his body turning around to face the Sergeant.

“I’ve been meaning to ask when’s my leave, sir.”

“I’ll tell you when I tell you. Now, scram,” Jungkook deadpanned, flipping through the papers inside the thin file.

Jimin only watched as Jungkook was scanning the content on the paper, eyebrows furrowing and his lips pressing into a straight line. Jungkook’s attention was focused on the file as he abruptly grabbed his chair to sit and grab a pen, not even bothering to kick Jimin out of his room. Jimin pouted as he swung his leg, wanting to grab the Sergeant’s attention.

Jungkook was reading the document line by line, trying to find any mistake as Lieutenant Choi had suspected, only for Jimin to suddenly get down from the table to forcefully turn the office chair towards him.

“What the—”

Jimin had both his hands on the armrests, caging Jungkook with a smirk.

“Are you gonna pretend that you never called me pretty, sir?” he asked innocently, batting his eyelashes as he lowered himself to be on the same eye-level as Jungkook.

“Jimin, this is not the time—”

“I’ll show you a great time,” Jimin winked before he went down on his knees, hands reaching for the waistband of Jungkook’s camo pants. Luckily for Jimin, Jungkook was wearing one with a zipper. Eager to put on a show, he pulled it down with his teeth, never breaking eye contact with Jungkook.

“Park, don’t—” but he could not get the whole sentence out of his mouth as he heard a knock on the door. His eyes widened at the sudden intrusion. Jimin was grinning by then, his hand massaging Jungkook’s clothed cock. Jungkook could feel himself growing hard, and there was no way he could have explained to whoever it was that it was not what it looked like. He groaned, wanting to pull Jimin up but Jimin only knelt and positioned himself under the desk, pulling Jungkook towards him, hands on both Jungkook’s thighs.

The person knocked again, requesting permission to enter.

Jungkook peeked at Jimin, sending him a glare but the latter only grinned even wider, pulling down Jungkook’s brief to run his fingers gently over Jungkook’s cock. Being this close to Jungkook, he could smell the faintest hints of sweet-scented soap Jungkook always used in the shower.

Jungkook lowly growled before clearing his throat. “Enter.”

It was Seokjin who entered his room, ditching his usual white coat, clad in a blue flannel shirt and his round glasses perched on his nose. He had a brown plastic bag in his hand, probably the source of the pleasant aroma that was now flooding the room.

Seokjin gave him a nod as a greeting, waving the bag slightly. “Sarge, I got you the donut you asked for.”

Jungkook prayed that Seokjin was not going to stay and chat, but the doctor ended up pulling the chair across of him and made himself comfortable before placing the bag in front of Jungkook.

Meanwhile, Jimin rolled his eyes as he listened to the conversation. They were forbidden from eating Real Food, yet the superiors were the one who sneaked in fucking donuts into the centre? What a load of bullshit. Jimin huffed, sending the warm breath tickling Jungkook’s semi-erect dick.

‘While this douche eats a donut, I’ll be having something else,’ Jimin thought bitterly, before giving the tip a suck.

Jungkook inhaled sharply as he cleared his throat.

“Thanks, Seokjin.”

“I got you the caramel one though, they ran out of cookies and cream. I hope that’s okay?”

Jimin began licking from the base to the tip, careful not to make any sounds as he performed the action repeatedly. He stopped to lick the slit, the pre-cum salty on his tongue, and wrapped his lips around the swollen head. He let his hand massaged Jungkook’s balls, while the other held onto Jungkook’s thighs, softly caressing it.

“Y-yeah, it is.”

Jungkook tried to keep his response short, in hopes that Seokjin would get the hint to fuck off, but knowing Kim Seokjin, he would want to chatter until the sun set.

“Anyway!” Seokjin began, eyes gleaming and lips grinning and Jungkook had to held back a groan because that was a sign that he was not leaving any time soon.

Jungkook gripped the armrest when he felt Jimin engulfing his cock. Jimin sunk down nearly to the base, breathing slow and steady out of his nose as he purposely clenched and unclenched his throat around the head of Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook cannot seem to focus on what Seokjin was saying, his head too wrapped up in the thought of getting caught by a colleague he respected.

Jimin began to bob his head up and down then, unbothered with the saliva and precum that were pooling on the base of Jungkook’s cock. Jimin used them to fondle Jungkook’s balls gently while he hollowed his cheek to suck the tip.

“— and the americano, oh my god!” Seokjin laughed, slapping his knee at something he said. Jungkook could not pay any attention, cannot afford to, not when Jimin was on his knees under his desk, tongue skilfully licking Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook attempted to keep his breathing steady, purposely positioning himself to slightly buck his hip into Jimin’s mouth.

Jimin smirked, thankful that the sudden movement did not choke him.

“I-I’m…” Jungkook huffed, praying to God that he did not sound like he was panting. “I’d like to visit the b-bakery with you. One day, perhaps. I’m kinda busy now so…”

“Oh! Okay, no problem. Should I—?”

“Yes, yes, please,” Jungkook answered, aware that he sounded as if he was begging for Seokjin to leave.

Fortunately, Seokjin did not notice how desperate he sounded because the man only smiled, playfully saluting him as he stood up. Before closing the door, he beamed, “Enjoy the donut, Sarge! Savour every bite!”

Jungkook waved a hand, forcing himself to smile as his teeth sink into his lower lip. When the door was shut, he let out a groan, spreading his leg wider and leaning back to look at Jimin. Jimin’s eyelids were drooping, popping Jungkook’s dick to move to his balls, sucking the sacs and coating them with his saliva. Jungkook’s breath quickened, his hand now on Jimin’s head, threading into Jimin’s dark locks.

He could feel Jimin grinning against his balls, before he stuck his tongue out, trailing all the way up until he was back at the tip, now sucking on it. Jimin began stroking him, absolutely satisfied at the way Jungkook’s body tense when he swiped his tongue over the slit of his cock.

“Fuck, fuck,” Jungkook moaned, tightening his grip on the armrest and Jimin’s hair.

Jimin sardonically grin, his hand movement sped up. “Are you gonna come, sir? Are you gonna come on my face?”

“Close,” Jungkook grunted. “M’fucking close.”

Jungkook’s toes are curling inside his boots, lips parted, letting out mellifluous ‘ah’s, and Jimin thought he could not get anymore beautiful than this. His hips were now slightly lifted from the seat, rutting into Jimin’s hand.

“Am I good, sir? Are you gonna come for me?”

“G-gonna come for you, princess, gonna—”

It took Jimin two harsh strokes for Jungkook to come undone, hand on Jimin’s hair tightened painfully, crying out Jimin’s name as his thighs violently shook, painting his shirt and Jimin’s face white. Ecstasy rocketed through his veins, senses exploding and his mind was empty except for Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. Jungkook’s body twitched involuntarily when Jimin swirled his thumb around the hypersensitive head.

Jimin let out a laugh as Jungkook’s body twitched again, sensitive when Jimin’s thumb grazed against his tip.

“Fuck,” Jungkook panted, pulling Jimin’s hair, forcing Jimin to look up at him. “You’re gonna be the death of me, do you know that?”

Jimin licked his lips seductively, his hand finally stopped moving from milking Jungkook dry. He grinned when Jungkook’s thighs twitched. “Do I look pretty like this, Sarge?”

“Lock the fucking door,” Jungkook commanded. “Now.”

Sergeant Jeon returned the favor by demanding Jimin to lay on his chest against the desk, legs spread open on the floor. Jimin could not help but bit his lower lip as he felt fissures of anticipation crawling down his thighs, not quite expecting that Jungkook would have wanted to take care of him too. He felt Jungkook’s fingers pulling his pants down, not letting them drop the floor, but rather leaving them below the cleavage of his ass.

Jungkook knead the cheeks before lightly biting the left side, earning a soft gasp from Jimin.

“You’re hard already, aren’t you? Do you enjoy getting caught?” Jungkook growled before he spread Jimin’s cheeks with both hands.

“Maybe I do, sir,” Jimin replied, shaking his ass enticingly.

“Quiet,” Jungkook demanded. “Face forward, legs wider.”

Jimin obeyed as instructed, spreading his legs as wide as his pants let him. Jimin gasped again when he felt Jungkook’s warm hand wrapping his shaft, thumb swirling on the slit. He heard Jungkook chuckle when he began stroking his length.

“You’re fucking hard already. Does sucking me excite you, huh?”

Jimin opened his mouth to speak, to response, only for him to let out another gasp when he felt Jungkook’s tongue on his hole. Jungkook flicked his tongue upwards and downwards, keenly licking the pink rim while his hand went to work, gently moving them up and down. Jimin’s eyes screwed shut, letting his mouth hang open.

Jungkook hummed contently as he ate Jimin out, tilting his head slightly, tongue licking in further.

“Mmh.” Jimin whimpered, tongue sweeping against his lower lip as he pushed his ass back.

Jungkook’s tongue entered his hole, tracing it around the rim before lapping at Jimin’s wall as far as he could, saliva running down his chin. Blood was pumping in his ears as Jungkook’s grip became tighter, and he no longer could control the noises that left his lips.

Jimin whined when Jungkook leaned back, staring at the pucker which was now redder in colour, somehow making Jimin prettier than he already was.

“J-Jeon, don’t stop, don’t stop—”

“What’s that?” Jungkook teased, slowing down his hand movement that it made Jimin let out a sob. “Close, are we?”

Jimin helplessly nodded, his legs were starting to shake as he felt pleasure ran all over his body. He was moaning and whimpering, broken noises tumbling from his throat. He was close, so so close.

Jungkook’s hand sped up again as he planted a kiss on Jimin’s cheek, shifting his position so now he was on his right knee. He used his free hand to spread Jimin’s cheek again, licking his entrance before thrusting his tongue inside, sliding it inside and out and flicking left and right against the walls. Jungkook pulled back and thrust it in harder this time, causing Jimin’s legs to start shaking, the familiar heat he felt from his groin now threatening to spread all over his body.

With a high-pitched moan, Jimin came in Jungkook’s hand, ass pressing into Jungkook’s face as he released strings of white all over the floor. His legs were spasming, body jerking violently as Jungkook continued to stroke him, not showing any sign of slowing down. Jimin writhed, whimpering as his fingers scrabbling against Jungkook’s desk, begging for him to stop.

“J-Jungkook, stop, ah, stop—”

Jungkook continued licking Jimin’s hole through his orgasm, not stopping even when Jimin’s legs finally gave in, turning into jelly as he collapsed right onto the floor. He panted as he held onto the edge of the desk, body pliant, letting Jungkook maneuver him so he had his back rested against Jungkook’s chest. He let out a gasp, flinching when Jungkook teasingly stroke him.

“Nn—” he whimpered, wanting to protest but Jungkook only pumped his cock faster.

His legs were trembling rather terribly that his body slid down from Jungkook’s, barely registering how cold the floor was. He was now lying on Jungkook’s lap, hands weakly trying to pry Jungkook’s fingers away from his cock while his other hand tried to grasp into anything he can reach. “Fuck, fuck, Jungkook, I can’t, I c—” he sobbed, unable to stop himself from quivering when Jungkook stopped stroking and instead, stimulate the tip of his cock with his palm.

“Shh, look at me, look at me,” Jungkook hushed.

With teary eyes and drenched cheeks, Jimin meekly looked up to Jungkook. He had a gentle expression on his face, as if he wanted to hang all the stars for Jimin. “Just a bit more, you can do that for me, yeah?” Jungkook breathed before placing a gentle kiss on the back of Jimin’s head. Jimin wanted to believe him, but the sensation was too overwhelming.

“I’m gonna—”

“Don’t hold back, princess,” Jungkook murmured.

He let out a groan when he felt his release coming, letting his eyes screwed shut. The pleasure was too intense that Jimin’s mind went blank as his body jerked again, cock releasing a clear, watery liquid. He let out a mewl, body sagging.

“There ya go,” Jungkook said, giving Jimin’s cock another stroke.

“Don’t!” he threatened meekly, turning his head to glare at Jungkook.

Jungkook laughed as respond, the Tough and Douchey demeanor vanishing from his face. “You’re sensitive as fuck.”

“And you’re still as douchey as fuck,” Jimin countered with a pant.

Jungkook chortled, shaking his head.

“Clean the floor, Park. And get the hell out of my office.”

It was only after a few more trips to the Sergeant’s room that Jimin finally earned his furlough. But now that it was nearing to his leave, he almost felt as if he did not want to. Not when the sex was amazing, when Jungkook whispering compliments in his ear instead of insults. Jimin was only given a leave after his comrades arrived. Before leaving, he got a chance to welcome them back and he was elated to find Seokmin smuggling chocopies for him.

The day before he left, he knocked on Sergeant Jeon’s office and barged in even before he was given the permission to enter. Jungkook let out an exasperated sigh as soon as he saw it was Jimin who entered.

“Look, you’ve earned your leave already and I am behind work, thanks to you. I really need to finish this, Park.”

“Look,” he mocked, with an eyeroll as he crossed his arms, “I just wanna let you know that even though you’re a prick, you’re good at what you do.”

Jungkook’s brow quirked in response, his lips curling into a smirk as he leaned back against his chair. “Fucking you or organizing the equipment?”

Jimin’s face was scarlet with mingled embarrassment and irritation. “Both,” Jimin answered rather boldly, making Jungkook chuckle in respond.

“I know you guys actually smuggle in sweets and stuff, so I have no doubt you’ll have a laptop or PC somewhere, correct?”

Jungkook shrugged.

Jimin squinted his eyes. “I know you guys do, just admit it.”

“Okay, okay, fine. We do. So what?”

Jimin fished out a paper from his pocket before slamming it onto Jungkook’s desk, startling the Sergeant. “This is my skype username, just in case you’re fucking lonely at night. Don’t go fucking around others behind my back.”

Jimin wanted to run and never come back as soon as the words leave his lips, because he could not believe that he was not letting Jungkook being intimate with anyone other than him. It did not sound as terrible when he rehearsed it in his head, but now that he had let the words out, he wished he had the power to stop himself. Jungkook’s eyes widened a smidgen, surprised that Jimin was proposing for them to wank off to each other during a video call.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Jimin snapped, saving himself from the humiliation of repeating those words again. “I’m gonna go now. Good night, Sarge. Dream of me tonight,” he said before leaving the room.

Jungkook stared at the folded piece of paper on his desk, tempting him to open it. After pondering over it for a while, he finally grabbed the paper and unfold it.

Skype username: @pjm95

Spoiler: there will be toys

Oh boy. Jimin really was going to be the death of him.

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KAY has been accepted for the character JISOO YOON

We were absolutely blown away by your application, Kay! Your para was a wonderful take on canon events and really showed how you’ll get involved, and we can’t wait to see more of Jay’s complex but interesting personality around on the dash. Welcome to OL, and be sure you fill out the checklist HERE.

OOC name & pronouns: Kay, she/her Age: 18 Timezone: GMT+3

Character’s name: Jisoo “Jay” Yoon FC choice: Park Jimin Position request: Chaser for Hufflepuff

Birthday: 17/03/08, Pisces.

“ Neptune signs, Pisceans have the tendency to be chameleons, to “match energies” with others, or become what others expect or want them to be. This enables them to blend in anywhere they want to. A Piscean can be the life of the party or fade into the woodwork, as they choose, and may appear very differently to others from one meeting to another. ” — source.

Wand: 13 ¼", Alder && Dragon Hair.

“Owner of Alder Wands are often helpful, considerate and most likable rather than stubborn or obstinate.” — “While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.” — And as stated in Pottermore, “many small witches and wizards are chosen by longer wands.”, which is why I thought a longer wand than average would suit Jay more.

Patronus: Raccoon.

“ Curiosity, secrecy, adaptability. Raccoon people have a tendency to be defensive, on-guard, ambiguous, and aloof. They can also be charismatic, involved, and unpredictable. Raccoon medicine is integrated with the idea of having the right ‘mask’ for any situation, and taking control over change. Raccoon is a symbol of disguise, transformation, and open-mindedness.” — source.

Jay is a boy with many secrets and many masks, he changes easily and can adapt to situations how he deems fit, having the ability to understand the person he’s talking with and giving them what they needs. Once he’s comfortable with the person and the side of himself that he’s shoving, he blooms, friendly and open-minded, enjoying the time he spends with that person.

Boggart: His white lies and past doings coming to haunt him in the form of; people he loves ( his fathers and close friends ), dying in front of him.

His biggest fear comes in the shape of his fathers getting dragged out of their home, a big fight follows, glass shards everywhere, droplets of blood marring the faces of the people he loves as they’re dragged away. It’s not only his family but every single people he ever cared about, looking at Jay accusatorially. What they’re thinking is crystal clear in their eyes — ‘it’s your fault, it’s all your fault’. No matter what he does, as he trashes and tries to reach them, they get farther away, a dark hand crawling around their throats, leaving them breathless. It’s Jisoo’s biggest fear, that all he has done, all the white lies he ever told will harm the ones he cares about, and bring them their demise — while he just stands there and watches.

Headcanons:

— No matter that it has been six years he spent most of his time away from home, his family is still a huge part of who Jay is — his fathers had been his best friends when he was a child growing up in the suburbs and while he has other friends now, he still writes to them as often as possible, letting them know about what’s happening in his life, what he’s excited about, the new lessons he is taking. There are things he doesn’t even tell to them, his worries and fears; for he knows he’ll upset them and that’s the only thing he doesn’t want. Besides the bad stuff that happens once in a while, the pair know about pretty much anything in their son’s life, even sending him homemade cakes and knitted scarves from time to time.

— On his 7th birthday, he received a gift from his parents, a beautiful violin and the promise of lessons to follow after. It’s how he started to get involved with music, and it slowly became how he expressed himself. Whenever he felt down or had bottled up his feelings for too long — he still gets his violin out of it’s case and tiptoes to the astronomy tower to play a song that reminds him of home, of gingerbread cookies and the smell of vanilla in the air. A teacher even caught him once, but luckily it was one of the professors who liked Jay, and being in the professors’ good graces, he got off without a punishment and a promise that he would play for the man. He doesn’t do it often — only when his chest gets tighter and he feels the weight of the world on his shoulders, he goes to that spot and does the only thing that can calm his mind. He even has some songs that he has worked on his own, and they’re a complete secret — he hasn’t met someone he trusts enough to tell something so special.

— As aloof and relaxed he might show, Jay cares for his grades and often spends hours cooped up in the library, studying for an exam or writing up a paper. Sometimes it’s not even his own, but these are the small things he sacrifices to get people to like him. It has even got to a point where he enjoys some of the lessons he’s taught and does some extra homework without a hint of complaint. He knows he has to study hard to get a spot in the Ministry and he does just that, hoping that his efforts will be enough.

HISTORY:

A one-night-stand that was never meant to happen, a relationship that never existed, it was a miracle that Jisoo was even born in the first place. A witch was burdened with a baby her family never wanted and the plan was to get rid of it as soon as possible. The only thing that held her back was the father — if he hadn’t persisted, promising that he would care for it himself, it would never be born. The promise was that she would never see or hear about either of them ever again, no one would know about the actual mother of the child. The possibility of a scandal, especially to a conservative pureblood family such as hers would be catastrophe, so she agreed without a second of thought, leaving the baby on his doorstep the moment it was born.

The baby was just as unplanned to Hyunwoo Yoon, a twenty-four year old ministry worker who had just gotten his life on track. However, the man had always wanted a family of his own and couldn’t find it in himself to just let this chance go — he would raise this child, no matter what. After a year of trying to balance work and a newborn, he fell in love and found solace in another man, Leon, who was just as taken by the baby. The pieces fell into place quicker than neither of them thought, with Leon taking the night shift while Hyunwoo worked in the daytime, loving and caring for the baby that became their own child. The wizarding world, especially the pureblood society, was undoubtedly close-minded, the mere idea of a single father repulsing them to no end — a family life with two fathers would cause even more problems, which was why Hyunwoo and Leon kept their relationship as a secret, their own small family unknown to the world outside. They were simply roommates to anyone who asked, third cousins twice removed — a made up story to please others.

The bloodline ‘Yoon’ was so far down in the ladder in the pureblood hierarchy that they weren’t even accepted as purebloods, caught in the middle where they were seen as mere servants. Scoffed, looked down upon — Hyunwoo knew what his son was going to be against. It didn’t held him back from being more than an adequate parent nevertheless. There was a vast difference of what was perceived from the outside and the actual truth, the family they had between the walls of their home always loving and supportive to Jisoo. It was that environment Jay grew up in, learned how to behave, how to accept others, how to carry himself — and most of all, he learned that sometimes the truth must be kept hidden for the better good. He understood, wanting to protect and preserve his own family from the evils of the world, as much as a child could.

His small abode was outside the major city of London, close enough that his father could go to work everyday but far enough that they weren’t near to the commotion and the noise. It was a wizarding neighbourhood, high-end pureblood manors next to their own home, many children learning to look down at others from a little age. They were taught that their last names made them superior, gave them the right to order people around— and the Yoon name wasn’t too different from a half-blood family, and Jisoo even thought sometimes that it would be much better if he wasn’t a pureblood at all, for it was much worse not to belong anywhere — to be a pureblood whose blood diluted, impure.

To have friends in that particular environment wasn’t easy at all — Jisoo hated that he had to be ashamed of his family, hated to be perceived as little more than a house elf — hated the fact that he never really got a chance to prove otherwise. At first was a painful process too — he spoke back when he was ordered around, or when they told bad things about his father. It was all lies, why did he have to sit still and listen? He didn’t listen at first, refusing the rude words they spewed out —yet every time he spoke back, he was faced with the disappointed expression on his father’s face as he tended to the boy’s bruises, convincing him that it would always end like that if he continued to resist. If it wasn’t for his fathers, he might have even gone on and become another person, but he couldn’t stand to see them upset. The little boy learned the rules soon enough.

It was indeed so much better to do as he was told with a smile, to downright lie to their faces — it was surprising how well it worked, people giving him a pat on his head, ruffling his always messy hair. He even got friends this way, people inviting him over once in a while, the pureblood parents starting to think a little higher of him — buttering up to them got him to places, and Jay kept his act — so much that it happened unconsciously, bleeding into his own personality.

Him receiving the letter to go to Hogwarts wasn’t a surprise at all, from the moment he was born, he was surrounded by magic, both from the inside and the outside, even learning small spells and tricks from his family — the summers he spent with his grandparents and cousins readied him for the wizarding world outside his home, where he also learned the proper etiquette, how purebloods had to behave.

With his prior education in hand, he got used to the life in Hogwarts soon enough and got sorted into Hufflepuff, where he was introduced with a whole another environment, other types of people he hadn’t seen before. His willingness to please and show the best parts of him hadn’t changed and he slowly began to become friends with many people, a crying shoulder to some, a studying partner or an adequate teammate — it came easily to him, how he shifted from person to person, how he showed parts that were expected of him. It was still Jisoo, however with an emphasis of his better qualities, hiding the parts that he didn’t want others to see. With more friends and a higher social status, the helplessness he felt as a child started to disappear, he felt as if he started to become more than just a surname — and he reveled in that, feeling as if he didn’t need be as afraid as before.

As cheerful and laid back he looks — he’s just as guarded and secretive, there are things about him that nearly no one knows, and the person he shows to the actual word is not the same as how he feels deep down. It is the same child who played with his peers, this time he’s just a part of a bigger play. Let it be professors, prefects or a popular pureblood, Jay is kind and friendly to everyone. It becomes difficult at times when his conscience doesn’t let him off the hook just as easily — when that happens, he just does his best to find the middle way, aiding the ones in need from people’s backs, helping them to the hospital wing or lending them a listening ear at night. Jay doesn’t complain or feel bad about his situation besides that — the result is satisfactory, he’s seen as a good friend, almost loved by many students. It is him after all, or so he hopes.

NOW:

Hogwarts became Jay’s second home and a place where he made his own world, it’s where his friends are, it’s where his dreams and hopes lie. He hopes to follow his father’s footsteps to work in the ministry, he wants to show that his surname doesn’t determine who he is — he wants to succeed and finally be content with where he is. As his ambitions take over, there’s a bit of fear, loneliness and the fact that he never fully opened up to anyone starts to come to surface, making him feel more and more alone despite the fact that he is surrounded by other people. It’s his fault, he knows that, but what he doesn’t know is how to open up his heart, talk about his own self and own wishes. Whether he wants to find all of that in one person or within himself, he is unsure.

Besides his insecurities and doubts, he’s excruciatingly aware of the whispers of a war approaching— the world he has built around himself slowly threatens to crumble, and he’s more afraid than he has ever been. Neither a complete pureblood when it comes to it, nor part of another bloodline, he isn’t even sure where his place is when if something happens. He knows what other people would expect of him, it’s no secret that most of the Yoon family had fled during the Second Wizarding War, known as cowards who couldn’t stand their own ground. Jay has always wished to prove he is different, so he knows he will not do what they did — however he has to choose between his conscience and the people he became close to since he was a small child. It’s difficult, and thoughts about deciding a side, being unable to help the ones he cares about keeps him up at night. It makes him want to take his violin and go to the tower until his fingers can’t play anymore.

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Jungle Park [15]

Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 15.5 OR Chapter 16

➜ Words: 5.6k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

“The work you do going forward will not only affect you, but the lives of the people all around you. From your law partners to your clients…” The speaker at the front drones and on and on, his voice booming around the grandiose courtroom. You imagine a wedding ceremony could take place here or a nationwide criminal court case that you often see in the movies. Jungkook is sitting dead center in the crowd of other articling students, wearing gorgeous black silk robes with a white shirt underneath it. “The most important advice I can gift to you today is to enjoy the journey and not just the destination. You will find in your life that often times—” His parents are sitting in the front rows, beaming with pride while his older brother is snapping a million photos with his giant Canon camera, embarrassing Jungkook and making him all the more bashful. The entire firm is sitting behind them, watching and proud that the little student was finally being called to the bar. The judge speaks quietly, calm and composed as he delivers a few jokes here and there while making his own inspirational speech. You listen in before leaning over to Hoseok and lowly whispering, “Is there something on my face?” “No.” His brows furrow and he takes a glance at you. “Why?” “I don’t know. You’re the one who keeps looking at me,” you murmur at a barely coherent volume. “Is there something wrong?” Hoseok sits straight, leaning back on the hard bench and scanning the premise to see if anyone has noticed. “No, no. It’s fine.” The lawyer brushes you off and you have no choice, but to disregard it like it was part of your imagination. The ceremony continues and everyone watches until the kids stand up together, turning towards the woman who reads the official oath from the open book. Her hand is held in the air and as she reads line by line, the crowd of almost-lawyers repeating after her, being sworn in as they promise to uphold the dignity of the law to the best of their abilities. As it ends, there’s a massive round of applause and you see Jungkook emerging from the horde to land in his mother’s arms, hugging the older woman while she tells him how proud she is. It’s an endearing sight, especially when his dad gives him a bouquet of flowers to congratulate him and he has tears in his eyes which his brother makes fun of. “Congratulations, Kook!” Jimin takes five strides outside of the building, walking against the flow of people leaving to smother Jungkook in a hug, even when the younger is larger in built. “I can’t believe our little Jungkook has finally made it!” Sunyi smiles softly, catching the eye of a few other older lawyers who pass by. She’s wearing a bright yellow sundress that is reminiscent of sunflowers, having gone to a garden party with her grandma before rushing over here and making it on time. Yoongi seems to notice the prying eyes of strangers and stands in the way, blocking her from other people being able to ogle. “I’m so proud!” Taehyung declares in the meanwhile, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffling dramatically. “I feel like a father who just watched his son grow up.” Jungkook laughs, his nose scrunched and his cute bunny teeth showing in his grin. “You’re not my dad.” “Does this mean we can give him the Yoo case file?” Yoongi suggests in a light voice, lifting his volume to be louder than the noise coming from the different crowds. “I hope you’re ready, Jungkook.” Naul grips the strap of her bag, closed toe heels stepping together. “You’re going to be in court on Monday by yourself arguing for our client.” Immediately, the boy’s smile falls. His doe eyes widen as large as saucers, features contorting into blatant fear. Jimin nearly falls onto his knees in laughter. “Give him a break! He’ll go on Tuesday.” But that still does little to comfort the new lawyer. “T-T-...Tuesday?” “Don’t tease the poor kid!” You step in with a laugh, saving the day before he can have a mental breakdown. “Come on, we can talk about this later. We should get back to the office.” “Everyone, listen to Y/N. She’s the boss now.” Jimin announces with a smile and the entire firm walks off not to crowd up the entrance and block people from exiting. Jungkook’s parents and brother join as well, but you shift around slightly when you notice that he and Hoseok linger. “Good job, Jungkook.” Hoseok wraps his arms around the younger’s shoulder, hugging and squeezing him while swaying side to the side. The boy blinks a few times before melting into a sheepish smile. “Thanks.” Hoseok plants a fat kiss on his head, on top of his hair, and Jungkook makes a disgruntled noise, moving back to avoid further smooches. Hoseok laughs and you smile before turning away. // The party is rather modest and much less chaotic than the end-of-the-year holiday celebration, but there’s still catering and everyone is able to get a nice lunch. Music plays in the back while people mingle together, but the main attraction seems to be the slideshow of Jungkook from when he was a baby until now. You’re glad Jimin insisted on making it and that you contracted his parents to find the photos. It warms your heart and he’s downright adorable. You feel proud that he came such a long way. “You were so cute as a toddler.” He’s shy and flustered, scratching the back of his head. “Thanks.” “I was going to get you a bouquet of flowers too, but I didn’t know what you would do with them.” “It’s okay. All of this is more than enough.” “At least let me treat you to a meal some time, okay?” you insist, feeling way too guilty when it seemed like everyone else had some sort of present for him. “It’s my way of saying congratulations.” Jungkook nods with a bright grin. “Okay.” It doesn’t take a single second later before Lisa is shrieking at the top of her lungs. “Oh my god!” The both of you whirl your heads over to find the slideshow beginning Jungkook’s puberty years and his face drains of colour all at once. Jimin, Taehyung, Seokjin, Namjoon, and Seulgi all burst out into laughter, unable to contain themselves. “Look at how cute he is!” His mother coos at the photos, a sense of nostalgia overwhelming the older woman. “Mom! Oh my god. How do we turn this off?!” He groans, walking over and trying to do damage control. But more pictures of Jungkook’s fourteen year old self dressed as Goku and other various characters from Dragon Ball Z comes up. “This was ingenious.” Hoseok approaches with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass of nonalcoholic champagne. He stands side by side with you, looking straight ahead at the projected screen. “Thanks. It was Jimin’s idea though.” “Still a good job on your part.” He steals a glance, but never looks you in the eye. “Jimin has a thousand ideas every day. Doesn’t mean they can all be executed.” “Mhmm…” you hum a note, watching everyone chatting. Jungkook is still the center of attention and scrambling to save face in front of his colleagues and superiors. It’s loud and noisy all around you, but between you and Hoseok, it’s quiet. “You know….you don’t have to tiptoe around me.” He turns to look at you in surprise and you smile, using his own words against him. “I’m not.” “You seem uncomfortable. If it’s something I did, then let me know so I can fix it. You don’t suit being nervous and unconfident.” There’s a beat of silence before he’s scoffing with a laugh. “You didn’t do anything,” he lies easily. “It’s because of work. Things are beginning to pick up and soon enough, we’re going to be busy around here.” “If it’s stress then you can always come talk to me if you want.” You nudge him playfully. “There are a ton of stress relieving methods I know about and I might be able to give you a stress ball or two. But you should hurry. I have reason to suspect that Jin’s going to claim all of them soon.” Hoseok laughs. “I’ll pass.” “Your call.” You shrug. “You’re the one who hired me, so you should use me to your full advantage.” “If I used you to your full advantage, you wouldn’t last a single day.” There’s a streak of mischief that glimmers in his eyes. Now you’re the one scoffing. “What’s that supposed to mean?” And to your dismay, the lawyer only shrugs and giggles again. It’s nice to see him relaxed and at ease, able to joke around with you and look you in your eyes. Things have returned back to normal…..at least temporarily. // Although you have no clue what is a lie and what is a truth when it comes from his lips, Hoseok isn’t wrong when he told you that things were about to become busy….because things become hectic and out of control. If the phrase ‘shit hits the fan’ could be personified, you suppose this is what it would look like. “Namjoon, Namjoon.” Yoongi’s walking with his briefcase and coat in tow, a quick pace that the poor legal assistant can barely keep up with. “I need you to come with me. Bring me Mr. Ji’s case file.” “Okay.” The male’s glasses nearly fall off his face with how quickly he whips himself to the left, grabbing his jacket and belongings. “We’re meeting with his wife’s attorney. Apparently he took the kids with him and she wants to press kidnapping charges.” The both of them run out of the office like their pants are on fire. In the meanwhile, on the other side of the floor, Seulgi and tech-savvy Dahyun are on the carpet trying to fix the copier. The photocopier jammed an hour ago while the other copier is failing to connect to any computer whatsoever. It’s an outright disaster with Inyoung taking Dahyun’s place at reception, catching up on all the phone calls, technicians being contacted to fix the machines. Seokjin left to the courthouse to print the necessary documents needed for later files. At least Taehyung and Jungkook managed to escape the madness that was spiralling wildly. They drove to the next city over, dealing with a case at a different courthouse. Naul is also meeting with a client somewhere outside the office. It leaves only a few of you left at the actual firm, notably Jimin and Sunyi who are in the middle of mediation in the conference room. Half an hour ago, the wife came in and angrily demanded that things be resolved today. The appointment was pushed up, the soon-to-be-ex husband dragged in, and it ruined the schedule completely. You feel useless. There’s nothing you can do to help. Legal professional privilege doesn’t allow you to assist in matters between a client and a lawyer, and when you tried to help fix the photocopier, you dragged them down with your confusion. You’d bask in the simpleness of your job if it wasn’t for the way guilt worms its way beneath your skin. The phone rings suddenly and it snaps you out of your trance. Inyoung is on the other line, sounding a little more nervous than usual. “Ummm...Y/N...have you seen Hoseok?” “No, I haven’t. Did you try calling his cell?” “He’s not picking up. I didn’t see him exit either.” “Is there something wrong?” “No, there’s someone here to see him, that’s all. But I’ll tell her to wait.” “Okay. Tell me if you need help with anything.” “Alright.” You resume working on the staff handbook, completed three quarters way through. You’re finally finished the section about discipline policies and about to begin writing about rules regarding company equipment and computers. But as you stand to stretch your legs and make your way to the kitchen for a coffee refill, on the way there, you run into someone in the waiting area. “Wendy?” “Oh! Y/N!” The beautiful woman with her light pink blouse and black pencil skirt stands with a smile. She fixes her honey coloured hair to drape her backside. “It’s been a while!” “Yeah, it’s been a long time.” You linger for an awkward moment, not sure what to do before you motion down the hall. “Would you like to come into my office instead of waiting out here?” “Sure.” She grabs her bag and follows your lead. “I’m sorry. We don’t know where Hoseok is at the moment, but we should be able to reach him soon.” “It’s fine. I don’t mind. It’s not like I have anything else to do. I’m actually quite free these days and it’s nice to be around other people. Less lonely that way.” As she walks down the corridor, her brown eyes does a sweep of the premise. “You guys must be busy around here.” “Yeah, it’s been a bit hectic this week.” “I’m glad Hoseok’s business is doing well.” She has a soft smile while entering your office. “This is so cute!” “It’s nothing much.” You’re embarrassed at your poor excuse of an office. There are lame posters on the wall, tiny plants at the window sill, but it’s still a closet no matter how hard you try to make it better. “Just making do with what I have.” “No, it’s cozy.” She takes a seat from across your desk. “Trust me, I once had a massive office and just useless furniture. Made me feel worse since it was so empty and lonely.” Wendy sighs, “I’m so glad it’s over.” “Over?” “I’m selling my office and the entire firm actually.” She leans back in the comfortable armchair with her arms crossed. “I owned the firm with my husband, built that business from the ground up. We were partners, but now that we’re getting that divorce, we’re liquidating it all and splitting the money.” “It’s funny, huh? How you can invest yourself and your future so much into another person, but something just happens and all your plans get ruined.” It’s like a pressurized geyser has exploded the minute you took off the lid and she spills all the beans of her life. “Well...I’m just happy to get away.” “That’s good then.” You’re not so sure if you should be hearing all this, such private matters that are usually kept hidden from you, but Wendy tells you casually like she doesn’t mind, like she’s reading from the Sunday paper, like you’re a friend. “You’re giving me that look.” “What look?” “That fearful look that tells me you’re scared.” The corner of her red lipstick-stained lips tugs upwards and she flicks a piece of dirt from underneath her fingernail before bringing her attention back to you. “Don’t worry. Not all marriages end like mine. Some end worse. Some end better. A lot don’t end at all.” Without taking a breath she continues, “They always tell you not to shit where you eat...if that man,” she spits the word out with disdain, “and I were not partners, it probably would’ve made this a lot easier. I would still have a job at least. But you know, my seventeen years of marriage was great. The three after that were alright and then the last two were horrible. If you were to ask me if I would do it all over again….maybe. For seventeen years, I had everything I could’ve wanted, a partner, a husband, a companion.” A wistful sigh leaves the seams of her mouth and she gestures with her hand tiredly. “I think I’m rambling, but I don’t want to scare you off.” “What do you mean?” you ask, not sure what she’s implying. There’s a chance that she doesn’t hear your question and a chance that she straight out ignores you. She never once clarifies herself. Instead, Wendy switches the topic of conversation. “How’s Hoseok?” “Hoseok? Y-yeah...he’s doing fine. Busy.” The fifty-one year old lawyer who appears stunningly twenty-five reaches out and takes the stress ball on your desk that looks like Earth. She squeezes and watches it come back to life, relaxing in the chair and fiddling with the toy. “That boy is always busy. He’s very passionate about his work. But outside of it, I swear to god, he’s a clown.” You burst out laughing. “I would say he’s more like a cheerleader.” “Yes.” The woman snaps her fingers. “That kid has a handful of good traits, encouraging, cheerful, but his energy can be downright burdensome. Not only that, but he is so meticulous and I’ve seen him run this office enough to know he secretly enjoys tormenting his employees.” Hoseok’s former mentor laughs again and shakes her head. “He keeps your hands full without you even realizing.” “No one really knows that side of him around here.” You take a brief glance outside of your office door. “Everyone is either scared, intimidated, or they just don’t like him. He thinks being respected and being loved are mutually exclusive.” The timbre of your voice drops down into a whisper. “It makes me sad.” “But he seems brighter these days,” the woman from across your desk points out while watching you carefully. “Does he?” You hope so. Sometimes you worry that he feels too alone. You know that Hoseok is completely aware of the rumours about him and how people actively avoid him. And he doesn’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable, so he leaves this office later or earlier to avoid taking the elevator with his employees. He doesn’t speak freely to people who aren’t Jimin and Yoongi. He eats lunch by himself in the office, pretending he’s too busy to join everyone else. He rarely displays his affection, rarely shows no restraint. He focuses too much on being firm and professional. He doesn’t mind being labeled at the mean and angry one. And it makes you sad. Jung Hoseok makes you worry too much. “Yeah.” Wendy’s gaze softens. “And I think it’s because of you.” “Me?” “Hoseok is very careful with the people in his life. Despite his good nature, he’s a man of serious commitment and loyalty. I know that much.” She nods as further confirmation of her convictions. “And I can tell that the two of you are very close.” “We...we aren’t that close,” you deny. “It’s just that we used to go to school together, that’s all.” But the female’s perception is too sharp for you to fool. “I think you’re underplaying the truth here.” Another smile appears on her visage. “There’s nothing wrong with admitting you care about another human being.” “I just….” You don’t know how to explain yourself, how to reveal a past that cannot be spelled out in mere words. “We tried. A long time ago. We tried to be something more. And it didn’t work out. At all.” She hums, setting down the stress ball and looking straight at you. “I think sometimes things aren’t meant to work out...but that doesn’t make the time spent together any less meaningful. Sometimes and only sometimes...I think there are things in the world that are worth trying over and over again.” Your mouth opens, but before something more can be said, someone else appears at the door. He’s panting a few breaths, black hair made amok, suit slightly wrinkled like he jogged here. “I was in the bathroom.” “There you are!” Wendy lifts herself from her seat and gives a quick hug to the lawyer. “Sorry for making you wait.” “No, I was having a nice chat with Miss. Y/N here. Very pleasant girl.” “Alright…?” Hoseok glances at you, a bit amused and skeptical. Then he looks at his former mentor and now client. “Should we get going?” “Of course.” Wendy turns to you. “I’ll speak to you some time, Y/N.” You smile at her. “My door’s always open.” // The woman muses how much darker Hoseok’s office is compared to yours. While he has more space and a much larger window, there are blinds pulled a quarter way down and his furniture is a lot darker, mahogany wood or polished black surfaces, a modern aesthetic. In contrast, your tiny space feels like a sunroom, a lighter colour scheme with plenty of sunshine that makes it a lot more breathable. It’s certainly interesting to compare your spaces and tastes, and how they could potentially complement each other well and strike a good balance. Hoseok is preoccupied flipping through stacks of papers, writing things down. On the other hand, Wendy is sitting across from his desk, legs crossed over one another, bored. “That girl is sweet.” There’s silence and she fiddles with the zipper of her expensive purse. “She’s very earnest, I can tell. Her heart’s in the right place.” “She’s naive and trusts too easily,” he mumbles from the corner of his mouth. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” she points out. “I heard you used to know each other back then.” “Uh-huh.” “You dated?” Hoseok finally lifts his head, meeting her eyes. “She told you that?” “She said it didn’t end up working out.” “Oh.” “Do you love her?” “What?” Hoseok’s eyebrows shoot up to his forehead, getting whiplash at how she went in for the kill without beating around the bush. He scoffs and barks out a laugh, returning to his paperwork. “Don’t be ridiculous. Y/N is my employee.” “It’s not illegal.” “It’s unethical.” “She technically doesn’t even work under you or take orders from you,” Wendy says in a curt tone, never one to back down when she knows she’s right. “She runs her own department and does her own thing. I don’t see any problem in it.” “Can we please stop talking about my business and get back to yours?” “I’m always talking about my issues and problems. It gets boring when you have to constantly discuss the doom of your love life, alright, kid?” Hoseok ignores her and clasps his hands together on top of his desk. “So you really decided to liquidate the firm? I thought you were planning to split it.” “No. We agreed to just sell. There would be too many problems with figuring out who gets what client and which employee we would take with us. It’s better and faster to do it this way. Plus, I don’t think I have an interest in pursuing law anymore.” “What?” He frowns, jaw becoming slack. “What are you planning to do then?” “Travel. See the world. Maybe write a book.” Wendy shrugs. “Do all the things I couldn’t do when I was married and working full-time.” “But will you ever return to practicing law?” “Probably not. I’m at the age where I can retire early and have enough money to last the rest of my life.” Hoseok shakes his head, reeling from unadulterated shock. Wendy is a great lawyer, a role model, someone he looked up to, and he can’t understand why she’s throwing it all away. “I just don’t…” “Get it? Yeah...sometimes I wonder how this all happened.” “Just…” Hoseok sets his pen down and looks at her. The woman has always looked younger than her actual age, an impressive feat created from hard efforts, genetics, and expensive creams. While many people, men and women alike, have been impressed with how well she takes care of herself, Hoseok never cared much for it. But right now, up close, he can see her wrinkles and the deep set marks of age, exhaustion, how life has taken its toll on her. She looks more tired in the past year than she has her entire life. “Where did things go wrong?” But at the same time, she appears wiser. “You know, Hoseok—” Wendy’s legs uncross and she sits straighter. “—I loved Mark very much. I know he was your mentor too and you respected him greatly. You were around us when our marriage was at its highest points, so I understand why you’re surprised when I first came to you about this.” He can’t hide how hurt he is anymore. It was never his marriage, but they always symbolized his hope. “You were both so in love. I could’ve never expected…” “This outcome? For us to think it’s easier to just end things? Yeah...” She smiles meekly and gently whispers, “me either. But it happens and it’s okay. We both just fell out of love. We both fought. We lied. We cheated on each other. We merely tolerated one another. It was ugly. And I hated myself.” He’s heard the same story a million times over. No one ever gets into a relationship believing they’ll break up or get a divorce. It’s unplanned. In every single case he’s worked on, every story he’s read, there were always the high moments. There was always love at some point. There was always happiness. It’s just that no one ever expects for it to crash and burn and become so hideous. Happiness. Family. Children. Love. Anger. Infidelity. Abuse. Deceit. It happens all with the same people. There are years spent sharing bedrooms, falling in love, creating families, raising kids. And there are years drawn out screaming across the courthouse, cursing each other to death, grabbing any assets, letting pettiness get the better of logic, trying to win as if it’s some kind of game. “I think being a divorce lawyer has made you jaded, Hoseok,” Wendy comments. “How could it not?” “You’re right. It doesn’t always work out, but sometimes it does. And I think the feeling of love, of companionship, is completely worth the risk.” His mouth lifts into a timid smile. “Since when did you become such a hopeless romantic?” “Since I saw you and that girl together.” Hoseok scoffs yet again, brushing her answer off. “You’ve seen us twice together. That’s it.” “And that’s all I need to see,” Wendy snaps back, unyielding. “If you’re a good mentee then you would just listen to what I have to say. I’ll tell you the same thing I said to her — just because things don’t work out, doesn’t mean the time spent together is meaningless, and sometimes it’s worth trying things over again.” She stares straight into his eyes, dead center like his pupils are the bullseye of a target. “You will learn from other people’s mistakes, from my mistakes, and you will face what you want rather than running away.” “Just because you see love fail every single day, doesn’t mean yours will fail too, Jung Hoseok.” // The rest of the day simmers down at a better pace. Taehyung and Jungkook return earlier than expected and help Jimin and Sunyi catch up on their schedule that they were behind on. Naul and Seokjin are in good condition while Yoongi and Namjoon call to let everyone know the problems have been resolved. The copier gets fixed miraculously and Dahyun returns to the phones and Inyoung goes back to her position as well. But by then, the work day is over and everyone bids each other goodbye. You stay a few minutes later, finishing typing up the paragraph for the day before grabbing your belongings and your coat. You’re about to leave, but you notice Hoseok’s office door is closed with the lights still on. Wendy had left hours ago and the receptionists are gone. He’s not having a meeting with anyone, and it’s this relentless curiosity that causes you to knock on his door three times. Your knuckles rap on the surface of the wood. But with no sound responding, you carefully crack the door open. The sight of Hoseok’s mouth wide open greets you. His head is knocked back, neck on his chair, slumped, and snoozing away. You smile, approaching with three strides and calling him quietly. “Hoseok...Hoseok?” Your hand lifts to gently shake his arm. “Hoseok.” “Hhm? W-what?” He slowly blinks awake, sitting up again and looking around as if he forgot where he was. “What...what happened?” “You fell asleep. It’s time to go home.” He stretches his arms up in the air and yawns, glancing at you and becoming embarrassed. Hoseok puts on his coat slowly, arms pulling through the sleeves, and you wait for him. “I didn’t realize I was so tired.” “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.” There’s a cheeky grin on your face. “I know things have been hectic around here, so it’s okay if the boss gets a little nap time.” Hoseok scoffs lightly and turns to look at you. You’re ready for this cue to leave this office, but when he simply stares, you’re forced at a standstill, feet rooted in the ground, swallowing hard as your heart rate begins to pick up speed. “Y/N, can I ask you a question?” Your head tips. “Sure. What is it?” “I know this is inappropriate and unethical. It might be deemed as sexual harassment too. I don’t want to impose on you in any way. Just tell me if you’re uncomfortable and we can pretend this never happened—” “What is it?” you interrupt, unable to contain your amusement when he’s acting so oddly frantic. “Can I...can I have..a hug?” There’s a pause before you answer. “Okay.” A slow grin spreads across his face, giving him permission by opening your arms up and motioning him over. When Hoseok stays hesitant, you take a step closer and casually wrap your arms around him. He embraces you back after a delayed moment and it goes quiet. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” “I’m your boss. I shouldn’t be doing this.” “It’s really not that big of a deal. It’s just a hug. I thought it was something much worse.” You giggle quietly, trying to ease his tense muscles that seem to be shriveling up in your embrace. “Did you know hugs can be part of stress relief? I’m just doing my job.” Hoseok smiles, reminding you of the sun as he leans down, pulling you closer to accommodate for the slight height difference. “This is definitely not part of your job description.” “I like giving out hugs, so I definitely wouldn’t mind if it was.” “You’re beginning to sound like Jimin.” “Why didn’t you ask him to hug you instead?” He snorts, laughter bubbling from his throat boyishly, voice moving in a childish pitch and you can practically hear his pout. “I’d rather hug you for a million years than hug him for one second.” You have to remind yourself over and over again that this means nothing. Hoseok just needs emotional support. He just craves platonic physical contact. He’s friendly. This means nothing more. It means nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. “I don’t know about that. A birdy told me you kissed Jimin a lot,” you tease, keeping your mind off of unnecessary thoughts that are beginning to plague you. “On the forehead.” Hoseok melts into your arms, smiling harder. “It means nothing.” “Yeah...I know. I know.” It’s quiet. There’s an absence of all sounds, of white noise, of the busy concrete jungle that surrounds the building you’re in. In Hoseok’s office, you can’t even hear the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you. All you take in is the sound of his soft breathing, the noise of your running pulse playing in your ears, the scent of fresh linen coming from his crisp clothes, the slight tinge of expensive cologne, how firm yet soft he is wrapping himself around your frame. It’s an invasion of privacy, how easily he can sneak himself and affect your deepest emotions. And yet, you have no nagging doubts, merely savouring his warmth and finding peace and comfort in his touch. “I help end marriages every day. I see the end of relationships all the time,” he murmurs, barely coherent as if afraid to ruin this moment. “I...don’t think I believe in love, Y/N.” “Me either,” you admit. “Why?” “Because...my love wasn’t enough.” It hurts. You shut your eyes tight as if you can stop the barrage of memories, prevent tears from soaking down your cheeks. “And I think I lost my chance.” He swallows hard and holds you closer, tighter, without any regard for where you are or who the both of you are. “Whoever hurt you was an asshole.” “Yeah.” Your hands curl around the fabric of his coat, bunching it in your palm, grasping onto him. “He was.” The man becomes sleepy, blinks heavy as his heart feels. He should let go of you, but he doesn’t want to. It’s like his senses have told him he once let go of you before when he never should’ve. But eventually, enough time passes that you stir. “Hobi, are you okay? Is there something you want to talk about?” His entire body freezes up, muscles becoming rigid, and he pulls away, brows knitted together. “What did you just call me?” “What?” You blink. “I said Hoseok.” “No, you didn’t.” He hasn’t heard that nickname in years. His parents don’t even call him that and he knows for a fact that he isn’t going crazy, that his ears aren’t deceiving him. You step back and pull him away. In one breath, you’ve closed yourself off, drawing into your own body, uncomfortable. “I said Hoseok,” you insist with a sigh. “But can we go now? I’m going to miss my train.” He nods and you walk ahead of him, going straight towards the elevators. Hoseok is left staring at your lonely backside and he wonders how he could’ve been such an asshole, what he exactly did to hurt you so much, who you exactly mean to him.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #hoseok fanfic #hoseok scenario #hoseok fluff #OHHH SHIIIITTTT #i wonder what'll happen next ;)

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A Bed of Roses [4]

Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Words: 5850

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Superpower!Au

Summary: Superpowers are suppose to make you invincible, someone who could save the world, a hero. It’s not suppose to be like this...not like this.

“Where were you….before all of….this?” Yoongi speaks quietly but his voice is still rough, coated from dreams and snores. You turn to him, laying side by side on his tiny bed. His eyes widen when you’re millimeters away from his lips but your eyes flicker to his and you turn back to stare at the ceiling.

“...with my sister...living a happier life.” You answer with a reminiscent smile.

“Sister?” He asks with a lift of his brows. He wonders if he’s intruding too much on your life but with a lurch of boldness, he asks anyways. “Where is she?”

“Far away from this mess….thankfully.”

“Was she…..not part of the accident?”

“She was.” Silence weaves itself in between the space of you and Yoongi but it’s not the uncomfortable kind. You blink several times, lashes dusting on your cheeks and for a moment you think Yoongi’s dozed off again; temptation seducing you to do the same. “What about you?”

You turn to him when he doesn’t answer but he’s not asleep, instead staring at the ceiling in a daydream. “Music…..I made music.”

“Really?” He turns to you, witnessing your earsplitting grin. “That’s amazing Yoongi.”

He smiles softly back. “Yeah…”

“I’d love to hear you one day.” You ponder thoughtfully out loud.

Before Yoongi can respond, the door suddenly bursts open and you lurch, startled; the serenity shattered.

The both of you swivel your heads over to where a short boy you don’t recognize is standing with his face scrunched up in disgust. He takes a good look at how you’re laying next to Yoongi and “ew” is all he says before the door is slammed shut again; as quickly as it was opened.

The boy is fairly young, perhaps around the age of your sister and your curiosity can’t help but keep jabbing you in the ribs. Who is he and why is he suddenly on this floor? You have questions and a desperate craving for answers.

The rest of the guys had caught wind of the new stranger and soon, you were all crowding outside the rec room while peering in carefully as if observing a new species. “Just go in!” Jin harshly whispers, giving a slight nudge.

“Shh!” You swivel your head around with a finger on your lips. “What if we scare him?” The mysterious boy was already a foot shorter than you and bombarding him with the seven others towering over him...didn’t seem like the best idea in the world. You didn’t want to intimidate the poor kid.

“Aish, for goodness sakes! What’s the worst that can happen?” Yoongi grumbles before pushing Jimin, creating a domino effect and everyone stumbles into the room. Taehyung almost face plants onto the floor, but thankfully he grabs onto a chair and giggles out of relief.

The boy immediately shifts towards the group and his eyes widen for a second before returning to an expressionless face. He blinks and doesn’t say anything. The others look towards you for help and you step forward with a smile. “Hi there...couldn’t help but notice you were new! What’s your name?”

“Joongki.” He deadpans.

He’s wearing the same khaki green shorts and short sleeved shirt like the rest of you. Black jet hair, round cheeks that show his youth and a heavy frown reminiscent of the burden he carries. The more you stare, the more he reminds you of your sister.

“Like the actor?” Taehyung’s brows lift.

It’s takes a moment for the boy to respond, boring eyes into Taehyung. “You’re an idiot.”

His jaw drops and Jimin’s eyes almost bulge out of his sockets. Everyone freezes, gaping at the brutally honest boy. Yoongi snickers out of disbelief. “How old are you?”

“Thirteen.”

Jin’s face twists into distaste. “People like that exist?!”

“Then you're still a brat…” Yoongi muses with a half smirk, cocking his head to the side and his arms crossed. Obviously, he feels a sense of superiority over the boy after learning his young age.

“Excuse me! You’re like more than a decade younger than me!” Jin adds on, rambling at this point, exasperated at the age difference.

“You’re just old.” Jungkook chimes in and Taehyung giggles.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Jin screams, shaking his head and closing his eyes.

“You’re half of fifty.” Namjoon hums and Hoseok’s bright grin is blinding when Jin continues to shout.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!”

You can’t hide your own laughter but when your peripheral vision catches a flicker, you turn to the adolescent. Though he’s still emotionless, there’s a crinkle of amusement in his eyes and he’s watching the group intently as if you all were clowns and this was his circus.

He seems to notice your gazing and scrunches up his face, sticking out his tongue. Much to his dismay, you laugh at his cute antic and bashful, he suddenly bolts up from his seat. Everyone turns to him, watching as he spurts off but not before stopping abruptly and staring at Yoongi. He blinks twice and Yoongi blinks back. Out of nowhere, the boy kicks Yoongi in the shin and then bolts out of the room.

You all watch in disbelief, stifling back some giggles as Yoongi curses under his breath and glares at everyone.

“MEAL TIME! IT’S MEAL TIME!” The nurse walks up and down the hallway, knocking on all the doors. The way she rounds everyone up, it reminds you of a farmer feeding its cows….lovely.

Another nurse behind her is pushing along a cart but instead of being filled with the usual syringes and medication, it holds trays of food...if you could even call it food. You don’t know what’s worse to be completely frank, the medication or the ‘food’. But when you step into her line of vision, she hands you a tray anyways to which you mumble a ‘thank you’. Jimin who’s behind you, also takes one and when the both of your eyes connect, you simultaneously nod.

Slowly, you begin to tiptoe into the rec room and Jimin follows with a good away distance. According to the new rules, everyone was supposedly suppose to eat alone in their rooms but the rule was quickly disregarded. You all gathered in the rec room to eat together and it was far better that way, far less quiet and far less lonely.

The nurses didn't mind much, not wanting to have to speak to you all more than was necessary and not wishing to dip their hands in your affairs. But everyone still tried to keep a low profile, trying to not draw attention or make them think that you guys were planning something (like destroying the world with your powers, no matter how ridiculous that seems...people are more delusional than you thought).

As you take your seat diagonally to Jimin, the rest slowly flood in, situating themselves in the chairs around the round table.

You grimace as you take off the plastic cover of the tray. You swear that this is punishment for the chaotic ordeal at the cafeteria; when you thought there could be nothing worse than the potato soup, you were very wrong. Now it was some sort of brown mush that took you ages to chew, sticky gum-like texture that scratched your throat every swallow. Whatever it was, you could only deduct that it had beans in them.

On the side, there was a soggy piece of salad and a carton of milk that was somewhat sour, oddly enough.

Just as you're pounding the mush with a spoon, something red catches your eye. “How do you keep getting apples?” You perk up to Jimin with bright eyes.

“I just ask them you know…” He answers in a matter-of-fact tone. Your hand slowly begins to creep up the table, hesitantly looking at him, egging him on with a sly smile. He laughs and your smile grows wider. “Just take it.”

You quickly snag the apple off of his tray before he even finishes speaking. “I get a lot of satisfaction watching you eat it.”

“Here.” You slide your food tray over to him, repulsed with the brown paste. “Trade.” Jimin’s smile instantly falls and he grimaces at his double portions, glaring at you playfully. You laugh but he begins to eat yours anyways.

“Is Joongki not joining us?” You ask when everyone’s gathered and they look around, shaking their heads.

“I don’t know.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders apathetically, stabbing his wet salad with a fork.

“I’m gonna call him then.” You put your apple down, standing up and marching out the room before anyone can protest.

You find him in the hallway, the nurse handing him the last tray on the cart. They both walk off and his eyes follow their backs, as if unsure of what to do. He glances at his food and is stuck standing like a statue, wondering what he should do and where he should go.

“Hey there!” He jumps startled by your voice and you hook an arm around his shoulder. “Wanna join us in the rec room? Everyone’s eating there right now.”

He turns you with an unwavering gaze. “Why should I?”

“Because it’s fun!” You answer as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. You pull him along as he frowns, exhausted with your energy and aware you won't take no as an answer.

You drag him into the room and when you let go, he follows from behind, taking a seat awkwardly next to you. The atmosphere is tense, slightly heavy as everyone is watching the mysterious boy and he can feel their stares, stiffly staring at his lap.

But then his eyes wander to the red fruit on the table. “You.” He calls out and you turn to him, following where his finger is pointing to. “Are you eating that?”

“Want it?” You ask, holding the apple with your hand.

“Yes.” He answers shortly and honestly. But without waiting for a response, he steals it from your palm.

Yoongi shift uncomfortably, eyes narrowing into the skin of the boy. “Don't you know that you're suppose to speak formally to people older than you? No one taught you any manners?”

“Yoongi, it’s fine.” You turn to him and upon hearing your response, Joongki sticks his tongue out, mocking while cocking his head to the side. Yoongi scoffs out of disbelief, rolling his eyes.

Joongki takes a bite of the apple and you watch with anticipation. But as he chews, he suddenly stops and then in one motion, he spits it out. It goes flying across the table, almost landing in Hoseok’s tray but Hoseok screeches and moves his tray swiftly. “Ew. This is disgusting.”

Jin freezes as the words leave the lips of the young boy. Jimin instantly feels the crash of emotion and glances at Jin. “How can they give us shit like this?” Joongki suddenly stands up.

“Are you not eating?” You ask.

“No. Fuck this.” The boy curses and then proceeds to throw the apple on the table, kicking his chair, shoving his hands into his pocket and then marching out of the room. Everyone watches baffled but you're more so amused.

There's an unsettling silence in the air, everyone picking at their food and forcing it down their throats. Jungkook is the first to speak up, breaking the quiet after minutes. “I’m not very fond of him.”

“He’s a brat.” Yoongi snaps back almost immediately.

Jimin twiddled his fingers nervously in his lap, trying to push away the feelings of irritation that creep on his shoulders that are not his. “But he’s just a kid.”

“That's not a good enough excuse.” Yoongi scoffs again with a frown.

Jin hums in agreement, swirling his mush with a spoon. “He wasted perfectly good food.” He says bitterly, staring at the crushed apple and sighing.

Taehyung grins. “It was so funny how he kicked Yoongi earlier.”

Jin suddenly puts down his spoon, eyes big suddenly as if he remembered something. “When I first saw him, he looked at me and called me ugly!....HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE WITH THIS FACE?!!?!?”

Jin’s hand frantically motions his entire head and Hoseok laughs. “Don’t worry. He did the same with me.”

Then it’s Namjoon who begins to whine. “He called me stupid looking and thought I was forty years old….he asked what a grandpa was doing here….forty years old.” He sighs defeatedly and you, Hoseok and the youngest trio laugh. “I’M STILL IN MY TWENTIES!”

Yoongi still shakes his head, the humour not reaching him. “I don't like him...not at all. Kid gets on my nerves.”

You grin at the irony, speaking lightly with a hum. “He’s defiant….doesn't that remind you of a certain someone?” You eye Yoongi closely and he halts his jaw, chewing the same mouthful of mush for the past five minutes.

“But I'm not rude.”

“Well….” You lean back in your chair, stretching your limbs before putting your arms behind your head. “He’s honest...and it's refreshing.” With a breath, you sit up and snag the milk carton off your tray.

“Aren't we all sick and tired of lies anyways?”

Everyone stops and stares at you, wondering how you can speak so lightly about a topic that’s so entirely grim. Lies, lies. It's always been lies. You've been taken from your home, trapped against your will, imprisoned, quiet concealment and being promised of release, promised that the burden would be lifted. But here you were….here they were.

You open the carton of milk with ease, bringing it to your lips while wincing at the sour, gooey texture.

You find Joongki sitting on a bench out in the hallway, shuffling a deck of cards. He begins to chuck them, seeing how far they can go while not minding the huge mess he was making.

“What ‘cha doing?” You call out in a sing song voice and he swivels his head over, startled.

After a moment, he gains composure and focuses back on his game. “Can't you see? Or are you blind?”

You laugh at his snarky rhetorical question, plopping down next to him. “Fun game.”

“It's boring.” He huffs out tiredly, still throwing cards. “Why is this place so damn boring?”

“Hm. Really? I don't think so.” He turns to you with a frown and you tilt your head at him. “The people here are pretty interesting….so it's not boring.”

He stares at you for a long moment and you stare back but more intently, an unwavering gaze that doesn't shake, doesn't lie. Suddenly he bolts his head away, embarrassed and the tips of his ears red. “You're strange.” He mumbles out and you laugh.

“Am I?”

“And mysterious….you're honest but it feels like you're hiding something.”

“Well aren't you sharp?” You grin at him, ruffling his hair gently to which he grumbles at and then slaps your hand away.

Joongki, walking down the hallway, quickly notices Yoongi who doesn't even spare him a glance. He opens his mouth to say something but then Yoongi brushes past him. He sighs defeated and turns to be on his way but then your words ring inside his head.

“Hey….” Yoongi continues walking, ignoring the boy who’s following behind him. Joongki screams louder. “HEY!”

“What?” Yoongi turns on his heel.

Joongki blinks twice before speaking again, surprised that he answered him. “So...you make people fall asleep whenever?”

Yoongi narrows his eyes in suspicion. “How’d you know that?”

“Read the nurse’s report.” He answers proudly with a smirk and Yoongi scoffs.

“What do you want from me?”

“Prove it.”

“What?” Yoongi frowns, creases forming between his brows. “Why do I need to prove it to you brat?”

“Cause I wanna see it.” He answers as if it were obvious.

There was a risk, a strict law that carried heavy consequences.

If the nurses or (god-forbid) doctors caught anyone using their powers intentionally, they'd be detained for several days and some wouldn't even return. It was fear and rumours that clouded everyone, chained them into the building and kept them from breaking free. But it was because the doctors, nurses lived in a worser fear, afraid that these supernatural humans would kill them.

“Why? You scared?~” Joongki cocks an eyebrow up, egging him on. Yoongi scoffs and he doesn't know why he answers the way he does but he's never been much a goody-two-shoes before, rules were just guidelines after all.

“Fine….let’s do it.”

Joongki almost lets a happy giggle slip his lips but he grins instead.

The two walk closely together, quiet steps as if burglars in an unknown house. They make their way to the rec room and Yoongi’s eyes land on Jimin who’s unsuspecting, turned away in a chair, facing the barred window and reading some sort of novel.

“Watch and learn.” Yoongi whispers quietly and then brings up his hand forward. In one motion, he snaps his finger and the sound rings, echoes and fires straight through Jimin’s skin.

In an instant, the novel hits the ground and Jimin’s shoulders slump, lost in a heavy slumber. “Woah…..” Joongki turns to him with bright eyes and Yoongi crosses his arms smugly.

“What are you two up to?” The two boys both jump in surprise at your sudden appearance, a few meters away from them with a questioning expression. “Are you creating trouble?”

They both freeze, twisting their heads around as if they got caught stealing. “Uhhhh...ummm....do it to her...” Joongki whispers, pulling on Yoongi’s sleeve.

“Do what to me?” You ask curiously, catching his words.

And Yoongi complies to Joongki’s request, a mischievous glint in his eyes that you're surprised to see, never having witnessed before. You cock your head to the side, staring at him, soaking in the image and he doesn't notice, bringing up his hand instead.

In one motion, Yoongi snaps his finger and the sound rings, echoing and fires at your skin but somehow….it bounces right off.

“What?” Yoongi snaps his fingers again. And again.

“What are you doing?” Now you ask a little less curious and more so annoyed at how he just keeps snapping his fingers at your face.

Yoongi snaps his finger one last time before bringing his arm down. “That’s….so strange.”

The sound of his snaps ring, echoes but they all ricochet, never hitting you.

“Woah…..so you can make people angry?” Joongki’s leaning over the table, practically sprawled on it as he leans forward to Jungkook.

“Uh...sorta.” Jungkook bends backwards, trying to avoid the face of the boy but still smiling anyhow.

“I watched that fight..in the cafeteria...I was there.” Joongki’s eyes flash over, as if so entirely intrigued with Jungkook and Jimin watches with amusement.

Jimin is still exhausted, sickly tired and still confused as to why he was suddenly knocked out for a few hours. Somehow he thinks it might be related to Yoongi…....

“So you're like the hulk?” Joongki asks again with a grin, leaning away from Jungkook and flexing his non-existent muscles. “UGHAAAHHHHH!” He screams as if he were making a transformation.

Jungkook laughs, genuinely for the first time in a while.

“You're like…..super cool…..I like you.” Joongki speaks, his lips slipping and then he turns away embarrassed.

Jungkook smiles. “Thanks.”

When you finally twist in bed the next morning, you're surprised not to hear Yoongi grumbling. Fluttering an eye open and turning your head around, he’s gone.

“What...the...”

“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The loud ruckus reverberates down the hallway and your feet find its way into the rec room.

Joongki has his arms wrapped around Jungkook’s neck, latching onto his back as Jungkook spins around in a supersonic speed. “ARGHHHHH!” Jungkook grunts out, spinning faster as Joongki continues laughing, feet flying and hitting Yoongi in the knee.

Yoongi winces in pain. “HEY!”

Taehyung is pouting at the sidelines, trying to run in but not get hit by the helicopter that is Joongki. “Let me play! I want to join!”

Jimin is beside Taehyung with the same glint in his eyes, a burning desire to be a part of the fun. Namjoon and Hoseok are watching, clapping and laughing. Meanwhile, Jin is scolding them, afraid that his brown-mush food is going to get kicked into the air. “Hey! This is dangerous!”

“I want to play too.” You chime in and everyone freezes, swiveling their heads at the doorway where you’re standing.

Joongki jumps off of Jungkook’s back, relieving him of the heavy weight. “You should stop appearing out of nowhere.”

You pout. “Can I want to play too?…”

“I’m going to die if I have to lift you.” Jungkook sighs out with sweat dripping from his hair.

“HEY!!” You shout at him with the point of your finger. “You calling me fat?! Wanna fight?!”

Taehyung seizes the moment as Jungkook’s distracted and jumps on his back. “Meeee too!!!”

Without being able to answer you, Jungkook instantly collapses onto the floor as if he were a paper doll, Taehyung flops on top of him and everyone erupts with laughter.

When it’s time to eat again, everyone’s rounded at the table with their trays of food. This time you have your own apple, not needing to steal off of Jimin; you had ran to the nurse and she instant;y winced away, cowering in fear but when you just asked for an apple, she opened her eyes again and slowly nodded.

“Taehyung…” Joongki speaks with a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.

“Hm?”

“Your power?”

“What?”

“What do you do?” Joongki reiterates, holding up his hands and flipping them over. Taehyung seems to understand that and makes a sound of acknowledgement.

“Ah….Animals.” Taehyung manages a small smile. “I can hear them talk….”

Joongki stares for a moment before turning his head back to his food. “That’s cool.”

Taehyung huffs out a breath and you don’t miss the bitterness in his smile. “They’re a lot meaner than we think….”

“Hm...interesting.” Joongki turns to you this time, a deep gaze burning your skin. “What’s yours?”

“My power?” You cock your head to the side with a grin. “Well, I’m glad you asked...it means you care a little about me right?” You flash a wink and he scoffs, face flushing for a moment.

“What is it?”

You hum for a moment, as if contemplating an answer. “I bloom flowers….kinda lame, right?”

Joongki stares at you, as if really soaking every feature that is you and then he inhales a deep breath, still lost in thought. “...I don’t think that’s all….”

You smile at that, quickly shifting the attention back to him. “What’s yours? It’s only fair since you asked all of us.”

He finally looks away from you, eyes redirected towards an empty spot on the table. “....I can detect if someone’s lying or not….” He yawns as if it was an everyday, light conversation. “But I can’t tell lies.”

“Oh...well, honesty is the best policy, right?”

He glowers, slumping in his seat while biting back bitterness in his sharp words. “But sometimes people don’t want honesties.”

“But not everyone can be honest…” Namjoon says, hands interlaced together with a thoughtful expression. “...telling lies are easy, anyone can do it. Honesties are harder. In many ways...you’re free from webs and burdens that lies carry.”

Everyone broods over Namjoon’s intelligent words, silence falls over your shoulders as you ponder deeper, lost in a trance until Yoongi breaks it.

“I personally never liked sugar coated things.”

“Wait.” Jin interrupts, bolting his head towards Joongki. “...does that mean you really think my face is ugly?”

“Yes.”

“HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!” Jin shrieks out, mouth dropping and everyone grins. “Do you know how many roses I used to receive on Valentine's Day?! And I went to an all boys high school. ALL BOYS!”

“Used to.” Joongki smirks as everyone’s laughing. “You said used to!”

Jin opens his mouth, absolutely baffled and speechless. You reach over, patting his back in comfort while trying to speak over your giggles. “Don’t worry Jin...you’re handsome to me.”

Jin frowns, still unsatisfied. “I can’t believe I’m being bullied by someone half my age.”

Just about as the laughter begins to die down, a lightbulb flickers inside your head. “Ah, Joongki! I completely forgot about the tradition!”

“Tradition?”

“Yeah, whenever someone’s new around here, they have to participate in an eating contest!” Everyone turns to you inquisitively but no one interrupts with your bright smile.

“Wait..eating this shit?” He takes a spoonful and tries to shake it off, proving his point of how disgusting it is but the mush stays glued to his spoon instead.

“Yeah. I had to do it when I came but unfortunately I lost. Even Jin participated and he lost.”

“Who’s the champion then?”

“Jungkook.” Upon hearing that name Joongki swivels his head over to the boy called with bright eyes.

“No...no, I’m not doing that again.” Jungkook waves out his hand. “Last time it was potato soup so at least I could swallow it easier. Now it’s scratchy beans.”

“Aw, c’mon Kook.” Hoseok chimes in with a giggle and the rest join in.

Soon everyone’s counting down as the two hold their spoons tightly in hand. As you shout ‘zero!’, they shoot off into a spurt of stuffing their mouths. Every so often, Joongki glances up at Jungkook to see where he’s at before rushing downwards again. The two are so neck in neck, fueled solely through competitiveness that everyone is hitching their breaths, darting eyes back and forth in anticipation.

Just at the two minute mark, they’re shoving the last spoonful in their mouths, chewing furiously. “Done!” They both call simultaneously, raising their hands.

“Woah...they finished at the same time!” Jimin grins in amazement.

“It’s a tie!” You declare out.

“No! I definitely called out first!” Joongki stammers out, throwing down his spoon.

“Nope. Jungkook definitely finished first.” Yoongi pipes up, teasing the boy.

“No!” Joongki’s jaw drops and the two of them bicker back and forth, banters filling the table. Jungkook’s still out of breath, lips swollen from spoon shoving and Taehyung laughs, hitting his back painfully hard.

Jin turns to you with a smile, looking into your crinkled eyes, reading your mind. This is nice.

But as he hears your thoughts, his own releases into the world as if he spoke with his voice but his lips are sealed. We’re like family.

You turn to Jin with an even brighter smile and you couldn’t agree more.

We are family.

Joongki becomes an important member of the group, a pillar that you can’t see without. He follows Jungkook like a shadow and even though he’d never admit it, you’d like to think he looks up to Jungkook like a role model, an idol and an aspiration to become. He and Yoongi on the other hand, are always teasing each other, endless banters that always hurt Jin’s head. But the teasing is playful and it reminds you of a brotherly relationship and the spite that was once present, completely vanishes.

Jimin is the first on the victim list, subjected to Joongki’s pestering and snarky remarks. You’d like to think that Jimin is far too kind, easily taking in the kid’s torment with a soft laugh. Hoseok is second on the victim list, Namjoon the third and Jin the fourth. Ironically, the only person that seems to annoy Joongki himself is Taehyung who constantly chases him around, trying to play games and gain Joongki’s affections.

When Taehyung becomes too much, the ‘victims’ begin to fight back, Jin starts on a tangent of nagging or Yoongi begins scolding, Joongki always runs behind you for protection. Without fail, you always defend the boy and then he sticks out his tongue from behind you, as if you are an unbreakable shield.

And things are good.

But good things never last...

At least not in a place like this.

“Why are you so nice to me?” He asks you one evening after dinner and you’ve showered. The both of you are sitting alone together on a bench outside the hallway, near the empty reception area. The quiet simmers around you peacefully, comfortable and warm. “I heard your conversation...I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but you were defending me.

He turns to you emotionless but eyes soft. “At least, at the very beginning...everyone hated my guts, except for you.”

“Well, I never said you weren’t a brat.” You tease him. “...but you kind of remind me of my sister.”

“Sister?”

“Yeah, she’s the same age as you...of course not as disobedient but still…”

“Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“You...your powers…” He says carefully as if treading on top of an unwoken monster. “There’s more to it, right?” You smile gently, letting him know that you won’t be upset or angry. “Can you be honest with me?”

“I never said I wouldn’t.”

When Joongki parts his lips and his vocal chords rumble, words escape his lips and he is honest when he speaks. He unveils your secret in a single statement, in a few syllables that you’ve kept hidden for so long in fear of what they would do to you. They as in the authorities, the nurses, the doctors that all feed you endless lies.

But when Joongki speaks your secret, you smile. “...Right?” He asks for confirmation, wondering if his theory is wrong.

“Hmmm….” You hum out to him. “You’re pretty smart for a brat, aren’t you? You little genius.” You ruffle his hair tenderly and he faintly peels it off after a quiet moment.

“Joongki.” He turns to you with eyes that are slightly glossed over. “...do you want to see it?”

“Yes.” He answers without hesitation, straightforward and sincerely. But then he closes his eyes, pursing his lips as if in deep pain, loathing himself for letting his honesty slip, cursing his burden.

“But, I don’t want to leave you guys.” His voice gets softer with each word. “...you’re my family now.”

You huff out a light laugh. “You’re silly. There’s so much out there….the entire world…” You stare at the ceiling, clutching the edge of the bench tightly. “...more than this building...more than us….freedom. Don’t you miss it?” You sigh and he bites his lips, forcing himself to not answer.

“....and this doesn’t mean it’ll be the end...you’ll see us again. We’ll meet up and all crash at Yoongi’s house.” You nudge him playfully and he grins at the idea. “All nine of us can live together, annoying and leeching off of him.”

The idea sparks daydreams between the both of you, smiling and lost in ‘what if’s’. But they're just dreams and Joongki’s face quickly falls. “This level….we-we can’t be cured.”

“But there’s me.” You answer, swallowing past the painful lump in your throat. “You can’t lie, Joongki. I know you want freedom...no matter how happy we may be in here...we’re still trapped.”

The young boy tries to swallow back the honest answers but it crawls up his throat, strangling him and threatens his tongue. He hitches a breath, closing his eyes in deep agony but he bites down on his cheek, refusing to say anything. He so badly wants to say ‘I’m happy with you all here’, ‘it’s enough for me’, ‘I want to stay’, but he cannot lie.

“Just promise me one thing.” You shatter the silence and he flutters his eyes open, staring straight into your soul.

He speaks barely in a murmur. “What?”

“That you’ll live well….happily, for all of us….for me…”

“Is this the end?” He asks and you shake your head.

“No. It’s not.”

“Then...I promise.”

You take his hands, placing them in yours gently and closing them. Shutting your eyes, you concentrate on where your hands are and the presence of the boy. Your skin tingles, goosebumps rising as it begins to heat up. In a flicker of a second, a sharp pain shoots up from your hands, running up your spine and firing straight into your skull.

A strangled cry escapes your lips no matter how hard your teeth are clenched together. Your muscles strain and your limbs are numb, as if your skin has all melted off and the bones are about to shatter, being compressed. Your heart stops beating.

A bright light floods into the back of your eyeballs and you yelp, keeping back an agonizing scream. You can feel your body begin to fall backwards but you keep upright out of pure will and your hands glow. It burns, as if fire is igniting to where his hands are and you desperately want to pull back but you keep it still.

Inhaling a sharp breath, you flicker your eyes open as your vision returns, the sad reality dawning again. A dull, constant and never-ending pain settles all around you. And your heart begins to pump again.

When Joongki leaves, everyone but you is completely baffled, bewildered and believing that it’s some sort of sick joke.

All he does is burst into the rec room where everyone’s situated, wearing a jacket and a pair jeans, presumably what he came in. He’s out of the horrid army green, prisoner-like attire and looks instantly a thousand times better; normal and you're almost envious.

“Losers!” He calls out to you all while sticking out his tongue. “I’m cured!” He declares shortly and proudly.

He runs to Yoongi and sends a flying kick to his shin. Yoongi’s too frozen to react, a delayed ‘ow’ and a ‘what?!!’ falling from his lips a few seconds too short. But Joongki then reaches over and gives a fleeting hug to Yoongi.

After a second, the boy marches to Jungkook and hesitates for a moment before boldly hugging him, squeezing him tightly while burying his face in Jungkook’s shirt.

Jungkook is still confused, slowly patting the boy’s back with a dazed expression. After a good moment, Joongki lets go with his cheeks completely flushing.

Joongki then turns to you next, swallowing hard. The both of you stare at each other for a long moment and he bows his head, eternally grateful. You smile tenderly, lifting a hand out and ruffling his hair. He mutters a soft ‘goodbye’ that you repeat and then he turns to the rest of you all.

He grins brightly, the brightest you’ve ever seen on him before. He soaks in the image of you all, standing and sitting around the room wearing the most confused expressions. He glances at you one last time before turning on his heel. “See you later suckers!”

When the others eventually ask you how it was possible or what had happened, you simply shrugged. But you have to bite back the honest answers that crawl up your throat, threatening your tongue.

And when the boy is gone, it is emptier, a little less lively but you still feel like you’ve set a bird free from it’s cage; even though now that cage has become yet another anchor on your shoulders.

#bts scenarios #bts ot7 #bts ot7 fanfic #bts fanfic #bts ot7 angst #Personally one of my more favourite chapters!

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