5. Mr. Jeon

My only fair warning as usual! I've never written such a dominating JK 🤭

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Literally all he wanted to do was get to his room and fall to bed, but no... of course not a single on of his wishes was answered as he unlocked the door to their apartment and was greeted by loud music and hooting boys. 

He took of his jacket and set down his bag, stepping into the living room, and finding his three roommates dancing and hooting to loud music, drinks in hands. 

"Whose birthday did I miss?" Jimin shouted over the music. All three turned around and then Tae came running into his arms "Jimin! Finally! Where have you been? Working late again?"

He wished. He shook his head. "Nah, company dinner with the new boss. Didn't have time to write you guys, it was a mess at work today." 

"Sorry to hear that," Hoseok yelled over the music and Jimin wondered how he had even hear him. Then the boy went over to the stereo and turned it down a bit. "So, "Jimin started looking at them and the room. They had ordered pizza, beer cans on the little wooden table and snacks lying around. "What are we celebrating?"

It was July, so the next birthday to celebrate was his own and still a while away. But to his surprise it was Jin who came tumbling over, clearly already drunk as he beamed at Jimin wide and happy. Happier than he had ever seen him. "Joonie wrote me!" he announced in a slight slur. Jimin narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Joonie writes you every day, Jin. He's kinda your boyfriend after all."

"I know!" Jin laughed and twirled to which the other tow boys laughed as well. Jimin was still confused."So.. what did he write that has you so in love and drunk?"

"Hey, I'm not drunk," the oldest immediately defended and a soft smile bloomed on Jimin's face. Jin was adorable when he was drunk. Especially when he smiled so wide, his eyes disappeared and his dimples made a show. "He's back!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands wide. 

"Back?" Jimin asked, still not getting it. Then he sucked in a sharp breath as he realized what Jin meant. "Wow! Are you saying he came back to Korea?""Yeah! How mazing is that! He said he wanted to surprise me, that's why he only wrote today, even though he's been back since a week already."

Jin had met Joonie on an online platform about a year ago, and the two hit it off immediately, writing almost everyday, sharing secrets, falling in love even though they never actually met. Joonie studied somewhere in America even though he was Korean and Jin had actually been thinking of buying a ticket and visiting him soon. And now this? Finally some amazing news today. 

"Shit. How awesome. I'm so happy for you Jin!" He screeched out and hugged his friend. At least one of them could finally be happy and hopefully distract him from his own mess. 

"I finally get to meet him, Jimin-a! I've been waiting for this for one year and the day is finally here!"

"So you're going on a date?"

He let go of Jin to see the happiness glitter in his eyes as he nodded. "Yeah. He asked me out to a restaurant tomorrow. Already booked a table and asked for our address so he could pick me up. Isn't he fantastic. OMG, I'm so excited, I can't even tell you!"

Yeah, he really couldn't tell, because he spoke so quickly and slurring his words that Jimin only understood him because he'd known him for so long. 

And then Hoseok dragged him into the middle of the room, Tae handing him a beer, and even if Jimin had work tomorrow, he decided: fuck it. He deserved this tonight. Deserved to feel a bit of happiness, even if it wasn't his own. 

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To no surprise, he woke up with a groaning headache. Partying with his roommates and his step-brother NEVER ended well. Hoseok had hopped around like a wild racoon, hooting and dancing, until he hit that alcohol lever where he grew quiet and sad, sobbing hysterically as he talked about the dog he had to put down at the animal shelter. Hoseok was studying veterinary medicine and his love for animals was probably only rivaled by Tae's love for his dog Yeontan. 

Tae was usually the one who sat by Hoseok's side when he got sad, but his step-brother had been busy puking out his soul. Jin had lain on the floor, croaking along to a love song with a happy, drunk smile while Jimin drank beer after beer, trying to forget his horrible day. He had- then fallen asleep on the sofa and now he was running into his office so he wouldn't be late twice in a row. 

"You look like shit," was the first sentence he heard as he entered their office. "Thanks Yoongi, a good morning to you too."

"Just being honest. And I hope so will you when I ask you what's wrong with you."Jimin winced as he walked to his desk, trying to ignore him. Sometimes he wished Yoongi wasn't so keen. 

"Got boy trouble?" 

Jimin let out a long sigh as he sat in his chair and turned to Yoongi standing over him. Jimin didn't make it a secret that he was gay, and most people he was close to knew. He didn't walk up to people and said "Hey, I'm Jimin and I'm gay," but he didn't waste any energy denying it. If other people had a problem with it, it was their shit to deal with, not his. 

"No, just didn't sleep well the last couple of days." Yoongi didn't look convinced, but he sighed and left for his own desk again. Jimin threw himself into work like his life depended on it, trying to drown everything else out. The sudden knock on the door nearly scared the crap out of him as he saw Yoona walk over to open it, talk to someone outside and then turned to Jimin. "Jimin. The boss wants to talk to you."His first thought was that she meant Jerry. 

And then it hit him. Jungkook. Shit.He'd been able to avoid him all morning, not leaving this office, not even to get himself coffee, just so he wouldn't accidentally meet him on the hallway. And now he got summoned and all his tries proofed fruitless. He hated that he had no other choice but to nod and stand, taking a deep breath to steady his emotions. 

Because no. He hadn't been able to forget. Not for a second. Not when he'd been lying drunk on the sofa, or when he'd woke up this morning or even while he was working just now, and it was starting to get on his nerves. 

"Are you just gonna stand there?" He heard Jackson ask and Jimin snapped out of his momentary rigidness, then forced his feet to move towards the direction of Jungkook's office. He was there before he could even make a plan how to act, knocking at the door. There was a muffled "Come in" from the inside and Jimin opened the door. 

Jungkook sat at his table, dressed in a fine suit again, the tie a dark purple today, and damn if that color didn't suit him. His long black hair was styled back, revealing his forehead and making him look older- more sophisticated and in charge. 

The office was bright, with high glass windows, and on the desk was a sign, reading: JEON JEONGOOK. OVERSEEING MARKETING MANAGER. 

He ground his teeth together at reading that. At knowing he didn't earn the title, but got it simply by being the son of the right person. "You wanted to see me?" Jimin ground out as he stepped inside and closed the door. 

Jungkook stared at him for a long time, leaning back in his chair, his eyes traveling up and down his body, making him shiver. He hated his reactions to Jungkook. Hated that he noticed them too. 

"Lock the door," the younger let out in a soft, albeit commanding voice and a shiver ran down Jimin's spine. Lock the door? Was he about to do something other's shouldn't walk in on? And damn him for feeling a thrill run through his body at the thought. This was so messed up. But when Jimin made no move to follow the command, Jungkook's jaw tightened, his eyes darkening and before Jimin had a chance to think about it, he turned and locked the door. But he still couldn't hold back the snap in his voice. "Happy now?"

Jungkook only kept staring at him as he rolled back with his chair, crossed his legs, then crossed his arms in front of his body. "Sit," was all he said, nodding at the chair at the other end of the table. 

Jimin's hands balled into fists. He hated being commanded about like this. At least at his work place. In bed, he wanted it- asked for it. But not anywhere else, especially not at work. Maybe that's why he was so obsessed with rising up the ladder. Not having to follow orders like some soldier, but able to make his own decisions, like he had been given a little sneak preview with getting his own team. But right now, he was still far from that, so he had no choice but to move forward and take a seat across his new boss. 

The only sort of rebellion he could show was to also lean back, cross his legs and his arms in front of his body too, staring at him. A small smile formed on Jungkook's lips, like he enjoyed Jimin's theatrics- found them adorable. Jimin's teeth clenched together in anger. 

"You look tired. Did something keep you up all night?" he mused and Jimin felt like punching him again. "Don't see how my private life is any of your concern." 

Jungkook chuckled darkly."You slept just well in my arms." 

Jimin sucked in a sharp breath, not believing what he was hearing. "I thought we agreed to forget about that.""No. You said that, not me. And? How's it working out for you?""Splendidly.""I doubt it.""Overly confident, are you? You really thing I'd be hung up on you? Maybe I'm tired because I didn't sleep in my own bed?"That was partly true. He'd slept on the sofa. Jungkook's smile fell and a dark shadow crossed over his face. 

"I don't like being lied to," he rumbled out darkly. 

Jimin snorted. Oh, this guy was full of himself!"You? I don't see how you have any right to think like that when lying is all you do." 

Jungkook snarled and stood in a powerful move, the office chair getting knocked back. Jimin swallowed thickly at seeing his height. At revealing his long, lean but tall boy and was reminded what was beneath that suit. The coiled muscles, the bronze, flawless skin. "You're walking a dangerous line, Jimin."

Jimin growled too and lurched forward, done with taking his shit and unable to even think about the consequences. "And you are playing a really fucked up game, Jungkook!" He seethed his first name, fully aware he had told him not to call him that. 

He saw the anger flush his handsome face, his breathing heavy as he took three powerful steps around the desk and towered over Jimin. He was so tall, Jimin had to crane his neck to keep glowering at him, not ready to back down. There was just something about him that brought out the worst in him. 

"I told you it's Mr. Jeon to you." "And the moment you agree we forget about everything that happened between us, I might call you that again."

Jungkook huffed, then took half a step back, running his hands through his hair in a frustrated move. "You're really testing my god-damned patience."

"Why? Because I'm not taking your shit?""Yes,"  the younger snarled and then closed that space again, trapping Jimin against him and the desk. Jesus. How did he always end up getting cornered like this? But Jimin wasn't going to back down this time, even as his heart raced in his chest and his throat dried out.

"Look. The moment you treat me like a normal employee, I will treat you like my boss. But not before."There was the beat of silence. And then a wild, dark smile formed on his lips. "Wanna bet?"

"What?" he let out, then gasped as his world blurred in front of him, his gasp getting stuck in his throat. Holy shit, Jungkook was fast! He hadn't even had time to blink before the taller had managed to grab his waist and turned him, took half a step forward at the same time as he pulled Jimin back against him with a strong arm around his lower stomach.

His mind turned into shambles as he connected with the hard, warm body, pressed so closely against his backside.Jungkook's scent engulfed him and his hot breath tickled his neck as the taller bend down his head and spoke directly into his ear, nothing more than a dark growl. "I could threaten to have you fired again," he let out and Jimin was momentarily lost of speech, the way only Jungkook seemed to manage. 

He felt his other arm come around his body, tracing his cheeks with the back of his hand, then his jaw until he traveled his fingers down the column of his neck, Jimin's breath hitching against his will and his body trembled at the touch. 

"But I don't have to use threats to make you submit to me," he breathed out as that hand slipped lower, teasing his body through his white blouse which was so thin, he felt his heated skin beneath it. He should shove him away. He should shout and tell him how fucking wrong this was. How absolutely stupid and ridiculous and above all, unprofessional. He couldn't even open his mouth. 

"You talk so rudely, but we both know the truth, Jimin," he whispered against his ears as his hands slipped lower, over the ripples of his abs and to the waistband of his pants. Jimin's sane thoughts left him. He forgot where he was, with whom and all the million reasons this was fucking wrong. 

"And here's the proof." And then a moan slipped over his lips as Jungkook's hands landed on the proof. Over the bulge in his pants, his dick aching and hard, probably since the moment Jungkook had stood up. "You want it, Jimin, don't you?" 

And his voice was unholy, like the devil himself speaking into his ear. Jimin pushed back against the hardness of his body, his head falling back into the place between Jungkook's arm and his neck. 

"Say it," the younger rasped, half angry, half desperate as he grabbed him through his pants. Not enough. More. He wanted more. Wanted to feel skin on skin. "Say it and I can make you feel good, Jimin. You know I can."

He rubbed him again and Jimin's back arched, his hips pressing against the teasing pressure. And he did know- God's forbid, he knew Jungkook could make him feel good.It slipped over his lips before he had a chance to stop himself. "Yes." "Yes what?""Yes... please?"

Jungkook chuckled darkly as his fingers found Jimin's belt and started to undo it, Jimin's mind turning feral, his breathing coming out faster in anticipation. "That's not what I want to hear. You know what I want you to say. Yes what?"

Jimin shuddered all over when he felt the fabric become undone under Jungkook's skillful fingers, his pants slipping down and his length springing free. And somehow the wrongness of it all just turned Jimin on more. To know he shouldn't. To know it was immoral and stupid and Jungkook behind him indecent and beyond forbidden. 

And then Jimin could think nothing at all as Jungkook shifted his mouth away, only to bring up his hand and spit in it. Jesus... Oh holy shit. The arm around his stomach fell away and his hand landed on his jaw, turning it sideways with a tight grip and he found himself inches from his blazing eyes, that mouth turned up into an unholy smirk. "Now say it." 

Jimin felt his other hand mere inches from his aching erection, causing him to tremble. And despite the senselessness of this situation, he knew exactly what Jungkook wanted to hear. Knew it was twisted and wrong and proving Jungkook right. And he still did it. "Yes, Mr. Jeon. I want it." 

That smile widened, and then he wrapped his large hand around him and Jimin moaned again. Yes. Jungkook knew what he was doing. He was pure sin and pleasure as he slid up and down his length and Jimin's sounds were unstoppable- until Jungkook's other hand slipped from his jaw and closed over his mouth, silencing his moans to a muffle. 

"We wouldn't want anyone getting wrong ideas about what we're doing in here now, would we?" he heard the triumphant, smug chuckle against his ear, but Jimin was too lost. Too focused on that slick hand working him faster, making his abs tightened and his body curl around that place that was aching and throbbing, begging for more. 

He wriggled against Jungkook like he was a trapped animal, needing him to go faster and Jungkook did. Sweet mother, he did and Jimin already felt himself tense, his blood burning in his veins as the pleasure was like livid flames inside his body, nurture by that strong grip around his dick, moving up and down, the slick sound of it like a sexual caress. 

"Yes, angel. Come for me. Proof me right," Jungkook moaned, like he was just as lost in the overpowering pleasure. It was his words, that wicked hand, his scent surrounding him and the knowledge of how incredibly powerless Jimin was against his need, what made him give himself over to it. Made his body go rigid as he shook with his release, Jungkook's hand sliding slow and long, drawing it out for him as Jimin moaned and whimpered against his hand. 

"Yeah, just like that," the boy growled in satisfaction as he felt Jimin's full weight drop against him, the younger probably being the only reason he was still able to stand on his feet, leaning into his tall body as the last ebbs of pleasure had him twitching. 

His breath was coming out in heavy puffs through his nose, since Jungkook was still silencing him with his hand over his mouth. Slowly- much too slowly, Jimin realized what just happened. 

He let it happen again!And this time, fully aware who the stranger was. Fully aware and still giving into him. Shit. 

He shoved away from him, stumbling forward onto the desk and catching his weight with hand hands in the last second. And he knew it was only because Jungkook allowed it and had let him go. 

The younger chuckled darkly as he slowly, leisurely strode back around the desk to his chair and sat, taking on his position from when Jimin had entered, save for the crossed arms as he reached for a tissue and slowly, holding Jimin's wide eyes, wiped his hand with it.

Jimin stared at him open mouthed, not able to believe his audacity, or the words leaving his smirking lips next. "That would be all for today, Mr. Park." And then he wholesome ignored Jimin as he grabbed a folder from the desk, opened it and started reading calmly. 

Jimin's head felt like bursting from all the emotions running through him. Shame, disbelieve, anger, hatred and yet- little aftershocks of the pleasure this boy was capable of giving him. 

"I hate you!" he seethed out as he dropped to the floor to put his pants back on, his fingers trembling violently as he tried to fasten his belt once more. "Sure," Jungkook only let out on a sigh, not even glancing up, but the ghost of a smile on his lips. Jimin growled. But really, this was no one's fault but his. And that's why he said nothing else as he turned on his heels and stormed put of his bosses office. 

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