16. Apology

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I am so terribly sorry for not uploading for so long. I had exams going on and then went on Holiday with literally no internet connection (Seriously, how is that even possible these days?) Anyway... I did write a bit though, so please don't be mad. Love u all 

But let's get this show back on the road... 

Wit some smut involved, of course. And a twist...

Four days. Four days of barely seeing Jungkook at all. He had hardly left his office and when he did and Jimin stupidly followed him, he'd barely looked at him. He hadn't called him into his office either and Jimin never thought it would bother him this much. He was insane. 

He had stormed into his office on Mondays and told him Jungkook shouldn't call on him like a slave, then hit him and now that the boy had listened and hadn't asked for him, Jimin was disappointed. 

He glanced from his desk to Yoongi, then sighed more heavily. The situation between him and Hoseok wasn't looking much better either. They hadn't talked or even seen each other since Monday night, with Yoongi leaving with Jimin super early, then working after work at the construction site until he dragged his body home shortly after midnight, then falling directly into bed.Hoseok had gone to bed earlier than usual and his normally carefree, happy laughter was dearly missed in the evening hours. 

This wasn't like him at all. Jimin could not think of a single thing Hoseok had been angry about for longer than a few hours, before forgetting it and only seeing the positive and bright side again. But apparently, the thing with Yoongi was different. 

Jimin was so not looking forward to the weekend with Jungkook and Namjoon joining them, and making everything more messy and complicated. 

So he decided to get at least one problem out of the way- the only one he could do something about. 

He stood and gathered his papers, slinging them under his arm as he went to the door. "I gotta discuss some things with the Overseeing manager about the upcoming winter collection," he explained to the team which looked at him questioningly. 

They all nodded and went back to work, safe for Yoongi, who looked at him with a tilted head and a worried frown, mouthing a : "What are you doing?"

Jimin nearly laughed. Honestly, he had no idea. No idea about anything anymore, other than that he couldn't sit in this office one moment longer, knowing Jungkook was literally just a wall away. Maybe he was making it worse, but it didn't feel like it could get any worse. Again, it was as if he had no control over his actions, only led by his stupid, stupid dick! So he only shrugged his shoulders and walked out, crossing the space to Jungkook's office in only three steps. 

His heart fell into his stomach, doing strange things to it as he knocked three times, loud and clear. 

"Come in," Jungkook answered in a neutral, friendly voice and Jimin took a long, steading breath, before pulling the handle and stepping inside. 

Jungkook's reaction to seeing him was immediate. He dropped the paper he'd been reading, his mouth parting in surprise. 

And Jimin- damn him for being knocked senseless again by the mere sight of him. He had missed him. So bloody damn much, the realization hit him hard and unexpected. He didn't want Jungkook to stay away, even though he had asked that of him. 

How could he when the younger stared at him like that?Like a man caught in a dream, his eyes wide and surprised. "Jimin," he breathed, like he was the last person he'd expected to willingly set a step into his office.

Jimin swallowed hard, then reached back without looking away from him and locked the door. Jungkook's eyes widened a little more and then followed every movement of his body as Jimin came walking over. He put the paper down on the desk, while Jimin did the same with the stacks of documents he had taken from his office. 

He didn't sit again, but walked around to stand in front of Jungkook. It was quiet safe for their breathing while Jimin's head was screaming with things he wanted to say, but couldn't. 

"W-why are you here?" Jungkook finally asked, still dazed by Jimin's appearance. 

"I-" Jimin started, then bit his lower lip, cause he had no fucking clue what to say, so he decided to go with the truth for once. "You haven't called for me since Monday."

Jungkook gaped at him speechless, then let out a incredulous laugh, tinged with slight anger. 

"You-" he started, chuckled again, before narrowing his eyes. "You are unbelievable!"

Jimin gulped hard. Those were the same words he had told him that night after Jimin had sucked him off, but his voice had been very, very different then. "You were the one who told me to not call you in here! You were the one telling me to stay away from you and now that I have, you dare ask me why?"

Jimin lowered his head in shame. "I know."

But Jungkook wasn't done. "Then why are you here, Jimin? Why are you doing this to me? I'm starting to think you like playing with me, is that it? Is it fun for you to know I was loosing my shit in here, trying not to call for you or even leave this office because I knew seeing you would make everything worse?"

Jimin was torn. Part of him was relieved to know Jungkook was just as confused and out of control as him, the other felt guilty for being the one confusing him. But he was confusing himself. 

"Shit," Jimin snapped out, because there was no better word to describe their situation. "How is it every time we talk, we end up fighting?"

"Maybe because you are driving me crazy with you mood swings. One moment you're all angry and hate me, and in the next you are the one begging me to be with you. What's it gonna be Jimin? What do you want me to do?""I don't know!" Jimin yelled frustrated, then growled to himself. "I don't fucking know, Jungkook. I only know I feel like shit for hitting you. I shouldn't have. And yes, I know I told you to stay away, only to seek you out myself. You think I'm doing this on purpose?"

Jungkook snorted. "If that's supposed to be an apology, Jimin, you really should work on them."

Jimin fumed, but stood still as they glowered at each other. Then the fight just left him, rushing out of him like air from a balloon, his shoulders dropping with a long exhale. "I really came to apologize. I just have no clue how to say something I don't understand myself."

Jungkook's eyes softened too and there was a slight bob of his chin, like he understood what Jimin meant. "Then maybe you should think about it and tell me when you know."Jimin glanced at him in slight worry. He sounded... defeated. And sad. 

Jimin hated it. Hated it so much, he came up with the only way he knew how to make sure Jungkook understood he really was sorry. 

Slowly, he lowered himself to the floor.

Jungkook's eyes flew wide as he stared at Jimin on his knees. "What are you doing?" he breathed out as he stared at Jimin kneeling in front of him and the office chair he sat on. 

"Apologizing," Jimin roughly said, his voice thick with where his thoughts had already gone-remembering that first night with him. 

 Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath and tensed as Jimin reached out towards his belt, slowly undoing it while holding his eyes, looking for permission. Jungkook's breathing had turned ragged, his hands gripping the armrest of the office chair so tight, his knuckles turned white. 

But he said nothing, only kept looking at Jimin as he undid the first button, then the second. His mouth watered when he remembered how Jungkook tasted- how big he was and how he freaking loved the texture of his length in his mouth. But more than that. He loved the way Jungkook was already turned on, the growing bulge in his pants proof of it. 

Jimin slowly rolled down the zipper and as if Jungkook couldn't help himself, he lifted his hips of the chair, so Jimin could pull his pants down. 

No. He wasn't good with words when it came to Jungkook. The younger just had a way to make him say the wrong things, so he opted for an apology that wouldn't require words.And when he saw his half-hardened dick come into view, there were no words in his head anyway. 

"Jimin," Jungkook breathed and his name sounded like a plea. It gave Jimin all the permission he needed as he held his eyes, then leaned forward and  took him into his tiny hands before slashing out his tongue, licking him from base to tip in a long, wet sweep. 

Jungkook moaned and hell, if that sound wasn't the most satisfying in the world, sending a thrill through him and making him grow rock hard as well. And the taste- heaven and hell mixed. Forbidden and holy all at once. 

He did it again and grinning triumphantly with how hard Jungkook was getting, his length growing against his hand. Jungkook shifted his hips and the chair groaned by how tightly he was gripping the armchair. And his face- a masterpiece of slowly loosing control his chest heaving with trying to catch his breath. Jimin rolled his tongue in little circles over his tip while moving his hand slowly up and down, the younger growling low in his throat and his head rolling back against the chair, his eyes half closed, but still glancing down at him. 

Jimin smirked and then wrapped his lips around him and scooped low, his hands moving in tandem with his mouth. "Sweet Fuck," Jungkook ground out through clenched teeth as Jimin did it again, taking him further into this mouth. 

He felt his trembles and his shiver's as he tried to sit still in his chair. Jimin loved it- love to know Jungkook was going to let him set the pace. But this was an apology. This was for Jungkook. And he wanted him to understand how bad he felt about hitting him- not because of anything he did, but because Jimin had made a stupid, stupid mistake on Saturday and it had properly made him loose his shit. And he did it because he wanted to. Because he loved Jungkook taking charge so he let go of his dick and grabbed one of Jungkook's hands guiding them to the back of his hair. 

He said nothing, but let the silent offer shine in his eyes as he glanced up from him. 

Jungkook's eyes had flown wide again, surprised and incredulous and asking him if he was sure.

There was no need for words. He understood Jimin just fine, and only the slightest nod with his head had the younger growl deep and long in utter satisfaction as those long fingers buried themselves in his hair and Jungkook used the hold to push Jimin deeper on him. 

And damn him, but he loved how Jungkook was not gentle at all, yet at the same time knew exactly what Jimin could take and what not. 

He pushed him low and deep, moaning as Jimin breathed through his nose, feeling him at the back of his throat. And just as Jimin started choking up, Jungkook pulled him back to let him catch his breath, before he immediately pulled his head down again. He could tell Jungkook was loosing it by his heavy, irregular breathing, the moans slipping low and free over his lips and his hips jerking up ever so slightly. 

So when Jungkook pushed him down again, Jimin went along, and then some more, triumphing at the fact he could take him all the way. "Shit...Jimin... how can you-" Jungkook moaned hot and long, as Jimin stayed on him for as long as he could before choking and pulling away to catch his breath. 

His sounds, the taste, the feeling of him inside his mouth and the challenge made Jimin feel glorious and had him forget all and every reason he shouldn't do this with him. He sucked him harder, deeper, with Jungkook's hands guiding him, picking up the pace while Jungkook's moans turned rougher, the grip in his hair getting tighter. 

Jimin took him deep, then let his teeth graze against him, Jungkook sucking in a sharp breath and he felt him go rigid, his muscle tensing. Jungkook moaned, then hissed, then pulled him away. "Shit... wait.. I'm gonna come of you keep doing that."

Jimin smirked and smacked Jungkook's hand away from him. If the younger was going to make him stop, he had no right to touch him. "That's the plan here, Jungkook-ie." 

And with that he leaned forward again and took him all the way before sucking him harder, giving his all and enjoying every damn second, especially when Jungkook moaned louder, his neck straining to reveal a vein, his hands back to gripping the chair hard. His eyes were still on Jimin and his mouth around his dick. "Oh... shit.. Jimin.. I'm... shit," he moaned and Jimin took him deep, knowing it would be his undoing.

Jungkook came with a rough growl, and the taste of him as he filled his mouth- sinful and wild, as uncontrollable as their attraction for each other. And Jimin took everything he gave, then swallowed as he held the younger's eyes.Jungkook's expression was one caught between pleasure, wonder and utter satisfaction and he moaned one more time before Jimin sat back on his legs and smirked, then wiped the side of his mouth. 

Jungkook stared down at him as if he couldn't believe Jimin just did that. And Jimin- he just kept grinning feeling incredibly proud of himself. 

Jungkook only growled once more, then grabbed him up by his color and pulled him close, Jimin falling forward and crashing into Jungkook as he taller slammed his lips on his kissing him deep and thorough, like he wanted to taste all of Jimin and the remains of himself. 

Jimin's thoughts turned into a jumbled mess, hazy and swirling as that tongue explored and tasted all of him while he sat in Jungkook's lap.  Jimin sighed and kissed him back just as wild, giving over to that part that only knew Jungkook- only lived for this. 

Jungkook pulled away only when both of them were entirely breathless, then stared at each other wide eyed, both of them- as so often, utterly taken by surprise how good and right it felt. 

Jungkook had his head cupped in his long fingers and now rolled out his thumb to trace his no doubt puffy, swollen lower lip, smiling at him, wide and happy and so dazzling, it was more mind-blowing than the kiss. "Apology accepted," he chuckled out lowly and Jimin, yet again thinking nothing of consequences, smiled too, rushed with the relieve of having Jungkook smile at him again. 

And then it was Jimin who leaned up and kissed him again, softly and communicating his thankfulness for being forgiven. Jungkook seemed surprised only for a second before he kissed him back just as tenderly, taking his time, no rush to it as he tilted his head to the side and then time just ceased to exists. There was nothing but those sweet, leisurely kisses, Jimin's hands playing with Jungkook's black hair and the younger still cupping his face, letting his thumbs run over his cheeks, his jaw, his neck in tender swirls. 

There was a loud knock on the door, and it had them both jump in such surprise, Jimin tumbled back and hit the floor hard, while Jungkook immediately scrambled forward to help him up. 

"Mr. Jeon? There is someone here to see you," the male voice said from behind the door, and Jimin's eyes flew wide. Namjoon. It was Namjoon's voice and it sounded more than a little worried- and urgent. 

The Namjoon he knew was usually relaxed and calm. "J-Just a moment!" Jungkook shouted back hastily, then made sure Jimin stood on his own feet before quickly getting to his own to pull up his pants and secure the belt once more. 

Jimin did his best to get his white hair under control, smoothing it over, while Jungkook did the same with his black mane. 

They both stopped for a second to stare at each other and time fell away for a moment of eternity, before Namjoon knocked again. "Jungkook! Hurry the hell up," the boy hissed under his breath from the other side of the door, clearly impatient and worried. 

They snapped out of it and Jimin nearly stumbled as he hurried for the chair across the desk and unfolded the stacks of paper he had brought with him, making it look like they really had had a business meeting, as Jungkook took a deep breath and hurried to the door. 

He unlocked it and Namjoon stared at him wide eyed, then let his gaze slip past him to Jimin at the desk, his eyes widening and his mouth opened to say something, but he never had a chance as a woman pushed past him. "There he is," she said in a happy voice, smiling brightly at Jungkook who looked utterly surprised, before the woman hugged him closely. 

Jimin choked and tired not to stare. His first thought was that it might be Ji-Eun, having come back earlier than expected, but at a second look, this woman looked- older. 

Neat and finely dressed in a sleek purple dress, her black hair tied up in a tight knot and her lips a soft shade of pink as she hugged Jungkook closely. 

He saw Namjoon make a face at Jungkook, but Jimin couldn't figure out what it meant. Apologetic? Guilty? Worry?

And who the hell was this woman hugging his Jungkook?!

As soon as he had thought it, he wanted to slap himself. Jeez! Jungkook was so not his!

"What--what are you doing here? " Jungkook whispered, his voice drenched in surprise as the woman pulled away and smiled up at him. She was even smaller than Jimin, but her eyes sparkled with an inner light as she stared up at Jungkook. Love. She looked at him with utter love as she reached out and put a hand against the boys cheeks, before smiling brightly. "Do I need a reason to come and visit my son?"

Jimin's jaw hit the floor. This woman was Jungkook's mother? Oh sweet Lord in heaven. He gulped hard, just as the woman finally noticed him. 

"Oh," she breathed, lowering her hand, but still smiled brightly. "Am I interrupting something?"

Jimin choked on nothing but air. Yeah. She had be interrupting, but not the thing she was thinking of. 

"No worries, mother," Jungkook said with a perfect mask of innocents. 

"Mr. Park and I were just finished." He turned to Jimin with an urgent face. "Right?" 

Jimin gaped a second longer before he realized he had to get outta here- like fast.

"Ah.. yes. Yes of course," he quickly let out, then turned to the desk to gather all the paper again and stood on shaky feet. The woman was still staring at him- Jungkook's mother of all people! Shit. 

He forced on a polite, friendly smile as he rushed past her, but didn't make it far as a hand shot out and grabbed his wrists in a tight, steely grip. "Just a moment, Mr. Park," she said in a tight voice and Jimin heard Namjoon suck in a sharp breath. 

His stomach dropped and his breath caught as he looked at the woman holding on to him tight. She narrowed her eyes, inspecting him before she turned her attention to her son again and did the same. Up and down her eyes went.

Jimin and Jungkook stood rigid, and he was sure Jungkook's heart must be beating just as fast as Jimin's. Because they both knew how they looked: swollen lips, hair slightly messy and fucking hell, Jungkook had not been able to tug in his shirt right in the rush of the moment. 

She skipped her eyes between the two of them one more time, before staying on her son and  with a deep, worried sigh she said: "Really Jungkook?"

Jimin's heart set out as Jungkook tried to smile everything away. "I don't know what you mean, m-""Don't!" she snapped, then turned to Namjoon. "I'll need a few moments alone with my son." 

Namjoon nodded and Jimin tried to hurry out too, just wanting to get away, but the woman's sharp voice stopped him in his tracks. "And you, young boy."

Namjoon shot them both and apologetic, worried frown before sighing and stepping back as he closed the door, trapping Jimin and Jungkook with his mother. 

She had let go of him, but still stared at both her son and him with narrowed, cool eyes. "You two have some explaining to do!"

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