"Wipe that stupid grin off your face," Taehyung grunted under his breath and kicked Jungkook's shin under the table.

Jungkook chuckled. "I can't help it." The morning's incident kept replaying in his mind. Jimin had always been territorial when it came to Jungkook ever since they met. While Jungkook despised the mixture of emotions it stirred in the pit of his stomach, he couldn't deny the warmth that filled his chest.

"We still don't know for sure if he's playing us," Taehyung's voice rang with a warning. "He might be seeing that shrink for a million other reasons."

Jungkook's smile fell. Jimin entered the office with a soft knock before he could respond. It was close to five-thirty in the evening and they had arrived from their last meeting of the day.

"I managed to push the call thirty minutes early," Jimin said, dropping to one of the chairs in front of him and crossed his legs. He scrolled through his iPad, typing swiftly. They had now fallen into a comfortable routine. Being in the same room as Jimin wasn't awkward anymore. "So you can take the call at six-thirty and the function is at seven p.m. Given the traffic, you'll need at least forty minutes to reach." Jimin lifted his head. "You just have to show up at this birthday party, doesn't matter when you go. If you start at seven, it gives you enough time to be done with the call."

"Sounds good." Jungkook nodded with his eyes focused on his computer, responding to the important emails.

He had discarded his blazer as soon as he stepped inside the office and pushed his sleeves to his elbow, his tie hung loosely on his neck. Taehyung on the other hand had ditched his suit, tie, and shoes, feet kicked up on the table as he worked away on his laptop carelessly perched on his lap. If his father walked in on them now the old man would have a heart attack. "Imagine dad walking in on us like this," Jungkook said and cracked a smile before he could stop. Jeon Jungwoo was a well-organized man who lived by his rules. He always looked for a chance to berate his son.

Taehyung snorted. "Disaster and an hour of lecture."

"I'm not even dressed for the occasion today." Mondays being his least favorite day he had opted out for baby blue button-up shirt and black slacks with a matching blazer. None of that branded stuff he usually wore for parties.

"You can switch it with mine if you want," Taehyung who was rocking Gucci today offered. "I'm going home anyway."

"So you're not going as his plus one?" Jimin piped in, his lips pulled down into a frown.

"I thought you were his plus one," Tae said.

"I just said that to annoy Yuna because she doesn't like me."

"Hm..." Taehyung shifted his gaze back to his laptop. "I'm meeting a client over dinner." He then turned to Jungkook, "You can wear mine. I'll go home and change before heading to dinner."

Jungkook eyed Tae's Gucci Gg Jersey formal jacket discarded carelessly on the couch. He chose to wear a navy printed blazer that suited his shirt. "I'll just take the jacket."

Taehyung hummed. "What about you Jimin? There's not much to do here. You can head home and change if you want."

"Nah, I'm good." Jimin shrugged. "I'm just the fly on the wall."

Jimin was far from the fly on the wall. Did he even hear what he just said? He was fucking gorgeous. The kind of gorgeous that was borderline sensual and sinful that even made the straight men question their sexuality. But again Jimin didn't even have to try. He was always oblivious to the way the attention shifted to him when he walked into a room. He looked good in almost anything he wore. Even now after a long day of work, he looked like a runway model on a casual break.

Taehyung cleared his throat and Jungkook realized he was staring. He quickly averted his gaze. Get a grip, Jungkook.

***

The party was on the full swing when they arrived and nobody paid any attention to Jimin as expected. Movie stars and k-pop idols swarmed the place, so were many businessmen. Someone had ripped Jungkook from his side as soon as they entered as he spotted him a few feet away, chatting with a few business associates he recognized. In the distance, Jimin spotted his ex-boss and bowed politely. Mr. Lee nodded curtly before turning his attention to the actor he was conversing with.

Jimin kept an eye on Jungkook. He almost rolled his eyes when his boss picked a glass of whiskey and sipped it. With a sigh, he grabbed a flute of champagne from the passing waiter and headed to Jungkook.

"Here," Jimin said taking the now empty glass from Jungkook and replacing it with champagne. "This is for the rest of the night. You have a call at six tomorrow morning."

Jungkook nodded in understanding as Jimin slipped away. The parties weren't his scene. Did he hate the parties before the accident? Did he enjoy the loud music dancing? Did he love the alcohol? Did he pass out? Did he date someone? How many friends did he have? He had to have at least one.

That was the most disturbing and the hardest part of the entire fiasco to get over with. He couldn't believe he didn't have a single friend. Jimin even went as far as to check with the police station to see if there was anyone else involved in the accident with him. A small part of him believed...maybe that friend was with him and wasn't lucky enough. But he found he was alone. According to the spectators, he was trying to cross the road with a travel bag in his hand when this car ran into him. They never found the car or the driver.

The music changed to something upbeat as more people gathered on the dance floor. He'd been to at least fifty parties in the past couple of years and this was no different. It had people, alcohol and food––always the same.

Except, this time he had someone to keep an eye on––his doe-eyed boss. Such an innocent, child-like yet handsome face that contradicted with his body. That Gucci jacket fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and thin waist. His black slacks did nothing to hide his strong, shapely thighs. There was this aura of confidence radiating off him and he behaved like he owned the place.

He's a whole package.

Jin's voice rang in his mind and Jimin snorted. Are you sizing up men now? He shook his head in disbelief. What was wrong with him? He never spared a glance at men before, but his gaze had lingered on Jungkook longer to be deemed inappropriate. I didn't even drink.

He quickly turned his attention to the food, still keeping his eyes on his boss just in case if he needed help. As he munched on the appetizer, he thought his new life was too plain. There was no clear cut path for him to follow. Most of the time he wondered what he wanted to do with his life. Travel the world. Yes, it was something he decided when he realized he couldn't come up with a specific goal in his life. So a place to call his home and traveling the world sounded reasonable.

In his peripheral vision, he saw Jungkook leaving the party hall with his phone. Something in his face tugged at Jimin and he jumped to his feet. He saw a reporter lurking around. Quickly popping the half-bitten chicken into his mouth, he followed him.

"Seriously? You're calling me now because I was thirty-minutes late for the party." Jimin heard Jungkook hissing as he approached the long corridor. Jungkook was moving away, walking faster.

Jimin kept his distance, eyes trained on Jungkook's broad back that was now stiff with tension. Two guests who happen to return from toilets threw a puzzled look at Jungkook who barely spared a glance. Jimin smiled politely and brushed past them.

"I had an important call scheduled weeks ago and this shitty party is the last thing I want to do today. Who even hosts a party on a Monday?"

Jimin guessed it must be Jungkook's father on the phone. He had an inkling of the unspoken tension between the father and the son. Byeol told him some tiny bits of what she had known and he realized more when Jungkook let that little comment slip this evening.

"If you don't want to be disappointed then you should stop going behind my back like this. You keep throwing me into one thing after the other and for what? We both know I don't need to attend these fucking parties to bring in business."

Jimin paused when he saw Jungkook slip outside the glass door and to the deserted terrace area. Jungkook's was pacing the terrace his face contorted with anger. Jimin realized this man was far scarier than he thought. His body shuddered just by looking at Jungkook from the distance. He'd never want him to look at Jimin with that amount of anger. Ever.

He lurked in the hallway, shifting on his feet. No one followed them here, but the tabloids loved drama. So he couldn't take any risks. Just as he thought he could relax, he spotted the nosy reporter he saw earlier making his way toward the toilet.

Shit.

Jimin quickly pulled his phone out, pretending to scroll through it casually. Fortunately, Jungkook's voice couldn't be heard inside. He held his breath until the reporter took the turn to the toilet.

"What are you doing here?"

Jimin jumped, whipping around with a gasp when he heard the thick baritone that belonged to Jungkook. Face flushed red, nose flaring, and breathing heavily Jungkook narrowed his eyes at him.

"I saw a reporter heading this way," Jimin said softly, forcing his shoulders to relax. "Want a drink?"

"More than anything," Jungkook growled and brushed past his shoulders.

Jimin sighed. Perfect.

***

Jimin stumbled into Jungkook's apartment with his boss wrapped around his body. The eldest ran a hand through his face as he locked the door behind him and pocketed the keys when he saw the table was too far.

Drunk Jungkook was clingy and touchy. They established that the last time, but this time he was being extra clingy. After that shitty phone call, Jungkook had gone straight to drinking and no amount of convincing was enough to make him stop.

Jimin managed to tuck him to the corner of the party hall to take as much attention away from his as possible. But with all the celebrities present inside the same room, the reporters already had more content and fortunately, they left Jungkook alone. Most of all, he didn't see Yuna anywhere.

Jungkook swayed with laughter bubbling from him. "You smell so good," he slurred and snaked his hands around Jimin's waist, burying his neck into the crook of his shoulder, making Jimin sigh for the umpteenth time that night.

This would have been highly inappropriate if he wasn't a guy. But he couldn't help the way his stomach flipped when Jungkook did that. His hard muscles pressed flush against his back and heat seeped from his body to Jimin's. The eldest clenched his jaw. Shit. Where was the bedroom?

"Where's the bedroom?" he asked.

Jungkook hummed, face still buried his shoulder. "Second door to the right."

Jimin shivered when his breath hit the skin on his neck. Fuck. He heaved Jungkook to the bedroom.

"So impatient?" the youngest muttered and Jimin suppressed the urge to smack him right then. He really preferred the stoic and stick-up-in-the-ass Jungkook he saw every day in the office.

Jimin clenched his jaw as he finally led Jungkook to the bedroom. He pried Jungkook's hands off him and turned them around, pushing Jungkook on the bed. However, Jimin was far from ready when Jungkook grabbed his arm taking him down with him.

Jimin landed on Jungkook's chest with a grunt, his boss had the audacity to laugh, the dorkiest, and so unlike the Jungkook, he'd seen in the office. The eldest clenched his jaw. "Jungkook-ssi, what are you doing?"

"Hugging you," Jungkook said with half-hooded eyes, goofy grin on his face.

"I can see that. Now let me go." Jimin's anger was starting to rise. This kid had no respect for personal space when drunk.

"Why?" Jungkook pouted. "I like having you this way."

Jimin's eyes widened and before he could snap, Jungkook turned them, pressing Jimin to the mattress. "J-Jungkook-ssi..." Jimin breathed through his mouth, Jungkook's weight smothering him.

As if sensing his discomfort, Jungkook slightly lifted his body, supported his weight on his elbow as he gazed intently into Jimin's eyes. Jimin glared back, his patience waning. But then something changed in Jungkook's eyes. Jimin frowned when he saw Jungkook's eyes growing glassy with unshed tears. A pained expression crossed his face.

"Are you really here?"

Jimin's frown deepened. "Huh?"

Jungkook moved his hand to grab the back of Jimin's neck, thumb tracing his jawline looking at him as if he hadn't seen him for years. "I missed you."

"Wha––"

Jimin had no chance to finish the sentence. Jungkook's breath fanned his face. "You're so beautiful."

This was wrong. Jimin's breath caught in his throat as he accessed the situation, painfully aware of the way Jungkook's body pressed against the length of his body. "Jungkook, that's enough." His voice came out as a whisper.

Jungkook's eyes were on his lips. "So beautiful..." He lowered his head and Jimin averted his face so Jungkook's lips brushed on his neck instead.

Big mistake. Jimin soon realized when Jungkook's lips started assaulting the most sensitive region of his neck. Fuck!

He should push him off. Deck him and knock him unconscious. But Jimin was rendered motionless. A wave of dizziness washed over him as his vision blurred.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful."

Someone hovered over him.

"Let me mark you, baby...Show everyone who you belong to."

"Y-yes...please..."

"Let me mark you, baby," Jungkook whispered.

"J-Jungkook." Jimin blinked rapidly. What was happening? His head reeled again and Jungkook's fond smile was the last thing he saw before drifting off into a swirling abyss. 

I don't know what I did...but...ugh! Sue me :D

Until we meet again...💜💜💜

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