#*mine: fic

"Uh, yes, si—"

"She interviewed people? Why? What for?" he cuts his secretary off, frowning.

"She is hiring an assistant, sir."

"Wha—why does she need an assistant?"

Haeri is quiet for a while. Then she clears her throat. "I would suggest you to not ask her this, sir."

Jungkook sighs. Haeri is always so straightforward with him. Sometimes a bit too straightforward. But she’s always guiding him around making stupid decisions, and maybe that is why he's had her in his office for nearly two years now. The longest he’s had a secretary ever since he joined the company as the CEO. 

There’s also the fact that Haeri actually has a boyfriend and is immune to all of Jungkook’s charm… Not that he’s actually tried them on her, per se. He’s been otherwise occupied in that department for a while. Very happily and proudly so. 

Clearing his throat, "Yeah, sorry," he grumbles to the girl, turning around to eye the offensive car again. "I'm texting you the license plate number, will you make an announcement on Prez's floor?"

"Sir, I—"

"Good. Thanks, Haeri, you're a gem!"

Even as a security guard comes and removes the obstructing vehicle within minutes and Jungkook is free to leave, his mind doesn’t feel settled. At all. He isn’t sure what it is that irks him about you hiring an assistant, but it is something for sure. Maybe he fears you’d pay him even lesser attention at work than the scant amount you do now. Maybe he thinks you won’t need his help with the integrated Firewall-VPN project anymore. Maybe he… Well, he isn't sure.

But something about this just usettles him. Which is what has him texting you close to midnight, casually dropping his question without offending you with a ‘why’ just like Haeri instructed him to.

↪ hey prez ↪ heard you’re hiring an assistant?

Your reply comes exactly ninety-four seconds later. Yes, he counts.

You heard that in the middle of the night?

He bites his lip, rubbing his reddening cheeks against the cold cotton of his pillow in embarrassment, but doesn’t lose hope because you’re still typing.

I have actually already had the interviews today The guy joins tomorrow You wanna drop by with a welcome gift basket? :)

His glare stays fixed on the little, taunting smile for a long while, before it moves to the word ‘guy’ in your text. You’ve hired a guy assistant.

Jungkook wonders if the bile suddenly roiling in his stomach has any correlation with the explicit images his brain suddenly conjures up of you and a faceless male making out in your office.

God, he’s going insane.

The next morning, Jungkook is barging into Yoongi's office with a frown. "Prez hired an assistant."

Min Yoongi very slowly looks up from his computer screen, gaze wary. "Good morning to you too, Jeon. I’m doing well, thanks for asking.”

Jungkook ignores the man’s sarcasm and instead drops into one of the couches placed on one side of his office, groaning. “It’s a guy.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Head whipping up faster than the blink of an eye, Jungkook gapes at your Creative Director. “You have heard?”

Yoongi gives him a tired look. “My office is on the same floor as hers, Jeon. I have more than just heard.”

“Have you seen the guy?” he quickly rushes out, wide eyes boring into Yoongi’s disinterested ones.

“Met him. Kid’s jovial and efficient. She’s gonna love him.”

What? Jungkook stalks up to Yoongi’s table with a scowl. “Kid?”

“Oh, he’s probably older than you.”

“Jovial?”

“Yeah, always got a smile on his face; not a word out of his mouth without giggles.”

Giggles? Jungkook's pinky finger twitches in irritation because giggling is supposed to be his thing. How dare you.

“And he's really freaking efficient too, man." Yoongi continues when Jungkook has stayed quiet for too long. "He's got a typing speed of 96 wpm, can speak five languages, is capable of charming every guest with a grin and some sweet words—oh! And he’s quick on his feet! Delivered five coffees on two different floors with the steam still coming out of the cups.” Yoongi has a fond, dreamy look on his face, and if it wasn’t for the wedding band on his finger, Jungkook would have assumed the guy has fallen in love with your new assistant.

Which doesn’t sit well with Jungkook at all. Teeth gritted and fists clenched, he gazes out of the glass doors of Yoongi’s office to yours. 

You aren’t in, yet. Should he pay your oh-so-wonderful assistant a visit before you are?

You’d surely have his head if you catch him threatening the dude – not that he plans on it; he just feels like he might – but it’s a risk he is very much willing to take.

And so, over Yoongi’s protests, Jungkook marches out of the guy’s office and, crossing the long corridor, lands at yours.

There’s an additional table placed perpendicular to yours within the glass cabin and Jungkook wishes he had laser vision so he could incinerate the damn thing in its place. He looks around the office for the guy of the hour, grunting at the small trinkets he finds adorning the new table.

Who keeps a freaking potted plant on a desk? What if it fell off and died?

Jungkook doubts this guy is as efficient as Yoongi talked about him being. He chokes in the middle of the accompanying scoff, though, because his eyes suddenly locate, well, keys.

Sleek, black, no bigger than a matchbox, with a silver, galloping horse engraved on the obviously custom made leather surface. Keys to a Ferrari. What are the odds?

“Ma’am, you’re in earl—oh…”

Jungkook twists on heels at the voice, coming face to face with a guy that honestly doesn’t look much older than him despite what Yoongi said. His eyes are wide and lips rounded, brown hair brushed off his forehead to display the perfect arch to his thick eyebrows. He wears a – Jungkook hates to admit – gorgeously tailored dark brown suit that Jungkook knows to be Armani because he just made the same purchase a week back.

The guy, simply put, doesn't look assistant-material at all. He could be on Vogue's cover with those plump lips and shapely eyes of his. Or perhaps pose for swimsuit commercials with that bubble butt. Or walk the ramp for Armani, Patek Philippe or Chanel, given the brands Jungkook can spot on him.

But he isn't in any of those places – he is here, in your office, as your assistant.

“Good morning, sir!” he suddenly exclaims, and here’s the jollity Yoongi talked about. “You must be Mr. Jeon, the CEO?”

Jungkook gives him a jilted nod, hating the flawless mannerism the guy displays and the accompanying subconscious twitch his lips give in response, and inches back towards the door. “Um, yeah… I was just leaving…”

Your assistant’s smile falls and a concerned look overtakes his face. “But you just got here?”

And something about the innocent pout with which he looks at Jungkook has him rooted to the place. In wonder? Confusion? Shock?

Awe?

He can't freaking tell.

“I can get you some coffee, if you’d like? Everyone’s been telling me I brew a killer espresso!” He flashes a proud smile while Jungkook just helplessly gapes. “I can also get you some snacks? Sandwiches? Cookies? Ooh, would you like some pastries? Our office canteen has some amazing Danishes, would you like one? Ah, your forehead is all misty. Here!”

Before Jungkook can react, the guy is in his face with a tissue, dabbing the sweat away from Jungkook’s arched eyebrows. His smile is blinding, dear God, Jungkook cannot articulate a single word out of the storming confusion in his head. Since when do men have such pouty lips? 

When he steps back, he immediately gestures to a couch. “Make yourself comfortable, sir! May I lower the temperature? You still haven’t said what you need.”

Finally, finally able to collect his thoughts, Jungkook releases a long exhale. 

Who the actual fuck is this guy? A witch? A siren?

Jungkook needs to get out of here and he needs to talk to you.

“Uh, no, thank you, none of that. I, um, I’m good.” Quickly flashing the guy a tight lipped smile, Jungkook slips out of the doors. “I came to see Prez, but she's obviously not here, so… I’ll – I'llcome back later. Good day.”

Even as Jungkook immediately storms out of the office and rushes to the elevators to hurry back to his own floor, your assistant calls out a very happy sounding, “You have the best day, sir!”

Well-mannered, fashionable, charming in a very alarming way. Dude literally had him gaping for a whole minute with his head pretty damn empty. Jungkook's head is never empty.

This guy is so weird and… dangerous. Where did you find him?

And, in fact, why did he come here?

The guy's obviously rich, given all the brands he wears like second skin, so why the heck does he want to work as your assistant? In the same office as you?

Jungkook roughly swallows as the images he conjured last night make a return to his head – this time, with your assistant’s regrettably very handsome face on the previously faceless guy you were making out with. 

He wants to punch a wall.

What he does, instead, is shoot off a text to his secretary, telling her he isn’t feeling well and is going back home. And then another one to you, asking you to pay him a visit tonight. And possibly stay the night because he bought some extra alcohol.

He hasn’t, but the first stop he makes after leaving the office will be to pick up some expensive red wine.

Everytime Jungkook pulls out of you, spent and sweaty and satisfied, after the deed is done, he is left in disbelief. Every single time. Is this really happening? Are you really sleeping with him? Do you actually feel attracted to his body?

He is smart enough to not delude himself into thinking there's more to it, but it doesn't matter because whatever there is between you both is enough to astound him every time the two of you have sex.

Right now, as you sit with your back to him, pulling on his t-shirt over your bare frame – Jungkook's mind is caught onto something a little different than his usual daze of disbelief, though.

And even though he’s risking it by questioning the ‘why’ despite his secretary’s warnings, Jungkook can’t help it when he brings it up. "So… Hiring an assistant. Why so suddenly?"

You hum and give a noncommittal shrug. "I can't be in the office all the time. It's high time I hired one, don’t you think?"

Jungkook doesn’t think so. But he’d definitely be dead meat if he said it out loud. “Sure… What tasks will you give him?”

That earns him a confused look from you over your shoulder. “Do you wanna tell me something, Jeon?”

Wide-eyed, he gapes at you. “What?”

“Did something happen with Haeri? Is that why—”

“Oh, no,” he exhales, beyond relieved, then shakes his head with a smile when you continue to eye him suspiciously. “I just… Well. I’m always making Haeri pick up after me as if she’s a babysitter and not an office worker, you know? So I thought I could use some tips from you…”

You nod at that, turning back around to pull on your panties, and Jungkook breathes easier. He has sold his lie and you’ve bought it. “That’s actually thoughtful and mature of you. Where was this maturity when you had me running after you, though?” you grumble with a playful glare, and he just laughs. 

“It is because of all of that that I’ve finally learnt to be mature, Prez.”

Straightening after having covered your lower half, you inch back on the bed and rest your back against the headboard. “Well. To be fair, he has been running around for tiny errands for the two days he’s been here, so I can’t really lecture you, right now,” you admit. “But I wanted someone in the office for the meetings-season that is about to arrive as we near the launch, you know? Both you and I will be busy with the project. Poor Yoongi will need all the help he can get.”

Jungkook frowns. “Why doesn’t Yoongi hire an assistant then?”

You snort at that and gesture to the bottle of wine on the nightstand. “Why’re you pressed about it? You said you need tips, right?”

“Ah, yes, of course. I just want some tips.” Quickly catching his slip, Jungkook pours you a glass and settles next to you, bare, with the covers thrown across his lap for modesty. “So… will he be accompanying you to meetings, then? Or fill in for you while you’re busy with other stuff?”

“Well, initially he will shadow me for a week or so. And then when I get busy overseeing the launch event and coordinating with the Lims and other investors, he can switch between locations around the city to ensure everything is in order because Yoongi can’t be doing everything, you know?” You take a sip from your glass of wine and shrug a shoulder. “He’s our Creative Director, he needs to hold the fort while everyone runs around like headless chickens.”

Jungkook sips at his wine and musters a thin smile. Because yes, it definitely makes sense why you needed to hire an assistant. Speaking of, Yoongi probably needs one as well. 

Damn, when he used to work as a Software Analyst at a different company, he had no idea the executives of a company had so much to do. It always looks like an easy life looking in from the outside. But as CEO, he has come to learn that if someone in a higher up position makes a mistake, they initiate a dominoes’ fall all the way down.

“You met him, didn’t you?”

His surprised eyes fly to yours at the question. You’re looking at him with a smirk, and Jungkook’s heart gives a thump at how sexy you look. Your question, though, throws him off. "I… How did you—”

You roll your eyes. “He told me you came in to see me and then left. I checked in with Haeri and she said you weren’t feeling well.”

Wow. They both snitched on him. Just great.

And now you're looking at him with barely contained laughter as if you know how jealous he feels. Who is he kidding, of course you know how jealous he feels. You always know this kind of stuff, ugh.

“Don’t be getting insecure, Jeon, my assistant will remain only an assistant.”

He doesn’t know why you say that, but he appreciates it all the same. The twinkle in your eyes expresses playful adoration and the way it makes his heart race kinda scares him.

But then you lean in with an exaggerated kissy face to press a wet smooch on his mouth. When you pull away, he looks at you with a slight pout on his lips. You tilt your head to the side with a squint.

"What?"

"It's… Why did you pick the Ferrari guy?" Jungkook sounds a little whiny, but he can't help it.

You look at him over the rim of your glass, eyebrows nearing your hairline, amusement spilling from your gaze. "Uh, what's wrong with the Ferrari guy?"

"Nothing, of course, that's not what I meant," he tries to amend with a chuckle, but given the way you narrow your eyes at him before putting your glass away to cross your arms, you probably don't buy it. So he speaks on. "It's just that he doesn't look like an assistant, you know?"

"I… don’t actually. What does an assistant look like?"

Are you being purposely difficult or is Jungkook being completely weird? He's not exactly sure how to explain it better, but he's definitely sure that any other way would have been better than what comes out of his mouth next. "I mean, a bit… less… flirty, I guess?"

"What? What the hell did he do to you?"

He groans at your excited expressions. "Dude had me gaping at him for fifteen minutes while he talked about God knows what, because I couldn't focus on his words! I don't even like men like that!"

You give a loud snort and then break into loud peals of laughter. "Well, Jungkook, maybe you do! Maybe you just haven't had your awakening yet!"

"Not funny," he grunts, even as a humored smile slips on to his face at your loud giggles. "What did you say his name was, again?"

You raise an eyebrow. "I didn't."

He rolls his eyes. "Well, my dear Prez, what is your new assistant's name?"

"Park Jimin." Your smile turns goofy and eyes almost dreamy. "Pretty name for a pretty man. Right?"

He rolls his eyes at your suggestive wink, grumbling as he finishes his glass of wine in a large gulp.

You give a small sigh. "He's a nice guy, give him a chance. Heart of gold, or whatever they say."

Jungkook decides that he, for reasons way beyond his supposed homoerotic awakening, absolutely hates Park Jimin's guts. He's going to convince you to fire him. And soon.

His silvery black hair complemented his skillful movements on the pole at the center of the stage, and consequently he was the cynosure of all eyes that were on his graceful, fluid body. For a while, everybody seemed to have forgotten they were at a strip club, admiring his dancing as if he were doing the Ballet at the Academy of Contemporary Dance.

His performance was slowly drawing to an end, and he gave it a grand finish by running up to a man seated at the front row (who was presumably very rich AND easily three times the stripper’s age) and grinding his hips onto the man’s lap in a series of eloquent movements for near to about thirty-five seconds. The audience gave him a thunderous applause, which as it was easy to tell, had never ever happened for a stripper, at least in this particular club.

You shifted on your seat slightly. Knowing you were soaking wet after the performance you had just witnessed, you fought the urge to touch yourself and make it to your grand finish. The strip show was to continue, and you could not bring yourself to miss even a second of it, because they were charging three hundred dollars for each hour spent there.

Another stripper came up on stage to take his place, but the audience was still whispering about the silvery black-haired guy that had set the stage on fire.

“What is his name?”

“Jimin, I think. Heard he is just twenty-two…”

“I heard he’s learnt contemporary dancing…”

“Fuck, his plump lips made me imagine my cock inside his mouth in fourteen different ways…”

You bit your lip. The silvery black-haired guy had distracted you so much that you couldn’t believe the magic he had spelled on all of you. You excused yourself to go to the restroom, when in reality all you wanted to do was to get off to the thought of that silvery black-haired guy…what was his name? Ah yes, Jimin.

You began strutting on your black heels down the low-lighted, red-carpeted corridor to the restroom, but you couldn’t find where it was. You looked around for someone to give you directions and spotted the silhouette of a lone guy standing in the dark towards the end of the corridor. You quickened your pace and reached him, just on time, before he entered the room on his right. You tapped on his shoulders.

“Excuse me, could you please…wow.” Your words got stuck in your throat as he turned around, letting you admire the form of the silvery black-haired guy from before, now standing this close to you. He turned around and flashed you a toothy smile before saying, “Excused.”

“Yeah, umm…we-ell…you’re J-Jimin, right?” You stuttered like an imbecile and hated yourself for doing that.

“Y-yes, I’m Jimin.” He did an impression of you before giving you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I was just kidding.”

You smiled shyly. “I just wanted to ask you where the restroom is…” You came to the point directly, but didn’t feel like leaving his charismatic presence.

“You can use the one in this room, if you like.” He gestured in the direction of the door both of you were standing at. “This is my room, just for your information.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, not being able to believe your good luck, as he opened the door for you. You went straight in the direction of the toilet and heard the room door get bolted shut from the inside. You turned around in his direction, just to see him removing the sparkly, fake diamond-studded black vest that he had worn for his dance. You gulped at the delicious sight of his topless self, those well-defined abs and lean muscles of his biceps accentuating his sexy form to a Godlike appearance.

‘What am I doing?’ You thought, breaking into smile that disappeared as soon as you entered the toilet. It didn’t have a bolt, how would you lock it shut?!

‘Here goes nothing.’ You hadn’t come there to use the toilet, after all. And why imagine his self to get off to when you had him in all of his glory, right there?

You exited the toilet after touching up your makeup. Jimin was sitting at the edge of his four-poster bed, looking straight ahead at the white walls, still topless with nothing but his makeup, jewelry and tight black pants on. In short, he looked like a dream.

The room had been illuminated by the dim red-colored light of a lampshade by the side of the bed. The dim lighting caught your attention for a bit.

“Hey…” You stage-whispered. He turned around and sat cross-legged on the mattress, facing you.

“Hi.” He bit his plump lower lip.

“I loved your performance.” You had nothing else to say, you stood captivated by his beauty.

“Thanks.” He nodded with a slight smile, eyeing your form with a keen, interested gaze.

“You are-” Both of you started speaking together. Jimin smiled a bit and said, “You speak first.”

“Yeah, you are so hot.” You spoke shamelessly, knowing that you were both alone, after all, in a locked room.

“It’s funny, I was going to say the same thing.” He tilted his head to the side, licking his lips, checking you out as shamelessly as you were doing it.

“I wanna-” You both started together, yet again. This time Jimin chuckled. “You speak first.”

“I wanna have sex with you.”

“Yeah, same.” Jimin gestured with his index finger for you to come closer to him, and sat at the edge of the bed. He bit his lip as he spread his legs a little, pulling you in by your waist. He let his fingers linger at your thighs, at the hem of your little black dress.

“You’re gonna charge me for this, right?”

Jimin laughed. “No, if you let me fuck you without using a condom AND if you let me cum inside you.”

“Why?”

Your cute, open-mouthed expression made him laugh again, and he whispered. “I wanna feel you.” His hot breath hit the exposed skin of your chest (because of your low-cut dress) and you felt the warmth in your core explode.

“Are you not on the pill?” He asked next, face suddenly all serious.

“Oh, don’t worry. I am.” You mouthed the answer, stroking his hair as you locked your gaze at his enticing lips. You lowered your face and smashed your lips against his.

A few moments had passed before he pulled away and slid his hands under your dress, fingers teasingly caressing the soft skin of your ass cheeks. He tugged at your black lace panties (that matched with your dress) and pulled them down. He then picked the pair up and walked to a closet. He threw them inside and locked it shut.

“Why did you do that?” You were amused.

“I like to keep souvenirs of all the chicks I’ve done.” He shrugged and pushed you to lay you down on your back, on the bed. Your legs dangled from the edge of the bed, and Jimin pushed them apart gently to stand in between them, his hands palming his cock from the outside of his tight black pants.

You couldn’t believe your eyes when he slipped out of his pants, eyes widening into saucers because of two reasons-

One: He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Two: His cock was easily the biggest you had ever seen.

“Don’t tell me you go around with a monster cock like that!” You exclaimed in astonishment.

“Yeah, I do.” He chuckled softly, rubbing his member furiously for a short while, moaning low moans while trying to decide what to do with you. He helped you out of your dress and your bra, and now you lay there, stark naked, in front of his alluring form and waiting for him to start fucking you.

“Once I’m done with you, you’ll beg for my cock every night.” He spoke in a cocky tone, before spitting on two of his fingers and inserting them inside your tight wet fuckhole, the continuous sliding-in-and-out movement making an embarrassing sloppy sound.

“You do seem ready for me, babe.” He moaned, stroking his cock a few times before he lifted your legs up and hoisted them on his shoulders, and slid his member with almost no effort into your slick pussy. You moaned out a response incoherently, and that brought a mischievous smile on his face.

The fucking picked up pace, and soon he was gliding in and out of you at a speed almost unachievable by mortal standards. Loud, indecent noises of skin-slapping and incessant moaning filled the room. While he was still rolling his trained dancer hips, he threw a question at you, in between pleasured, musical groans.

“Y-you haven’t told me your n-name yet…”

Your eyes flitted shut in ecstasy as you felt his hands cup and fondle your breasts. “My n-name is Y-Y/N.”

“Ohhh…Y/N…” He pulled at your nipples lightly with his teeth, moaning. At that moment, your name sounded the most magical word that ever existed, to your ears. “T-that’s a nice name.” His thrusts had started getting sloppier and you knew he was nearing his climax.

You moaned a “thank you” as best as you could, while you began rubbing at your clit to help reach your own high.

“Ah…that’s it…my baby…your pussy…i-it feels so good, s-so tight!” He was groaning uncontrollably.

Not much later he came, without warning, inside you. It felt so good to get filled up again.

Your circular rubbing motions on your clit and his seed filling you up to the brim worked in perfect synchronization to help you come, screaming his name at the top of your lungs as you squirted all over his dick, wetting the violet-colored bedcovers as well, having the most fantastic orgasm you had ever had.

You lay flat on the huge bed, breathing rapidly while he plopped himself down onto the ground, grunting occasionally as he struggled to catch his breath.

“That was wonderful, Y/N.” He flashed you a sexy side smile, his sweaty face increasing his hotness quotient by a million times. “I loved it.”

“Yeah, me too.” You almost melted.

“Let’s exchange phone numbers.” He proposed, “Y’know, just so we can stay in touch. I would love to go out with you.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Are you serious? But won’t the club disallow you from engaging with your clients at a personal level?”

“They’d never know.” Jimin stood up and hovered over your body. He caressed the skin of your tummy as he began kissing your neck. “I’m wayyy smarter than these sixty-year old nuts here.”

“You’re so humble.” You said sarcastically, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He winked at you.