just to be clear, Jungkook is 22 and jimin is 24 :/ sorry for the confusion, ive proofread some of the last chapters

Jungkook

"You...!"

"You!"

He stood there, with the clicker in hand as he stared down at the drenched pink haired mochi, who only stared right back at Jungkook with the same level of intense confusion and shock that must have been lining his own expression. He wasn't wrong, as much as his brain tried to deny the pale skin glistening in rainwater in front of him, the fuscia-tinted lips that were slightly parted, or those wide almond eyes that seemed to, in that moment, pierce through Jungkook's body.

...Jimin?

Someone in the room coughed, which seemed to bring the younger back down onto planet earth. He turned back to the table of coworkers, who were gazing at him also in confusion, perplexion filling the room to a suffocating level. His role...
Turning back to the latest newcomer, Jungkook heaved in a breath and stared back into those mesmerising dark orbs.

"Are you the project designer?" he asked, his tone deep, purposefully to declare his higher authority.

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry I was late. The traffic was pretty intense."

Jungkook turned to the woman seated to his other side opposite Jimin. "Give him a handout." Then to the rest of the room. "Anyway, as I was saying..."

The meeting continued.

Or, it merely seemed to drag on. Jungkook was trying with all of his power to focus on the PowerPoint slides, to focus on anything but the man who was currently causing him so much torment. Every now and then, he would catch himself edging toward where Jimin was sitting, before he forced his vision straight and carried on with his speeches. He was glad whenever someone would ask him a question, because it further forced him to ignore the soaked-to-the-skin man to his right, and he was trying so hard to ignore him.

"If anyone has any confusion about what their role is for the development of this product, then don't hesitate to ask."

"I do."

His brow twitched, and he turned to his right. "Park Jimin, project designer."

"Yes sir."

His heart sped up as his chest expanded, and for a moment he felt the fabric around his midriff tighten.

"The boss..." His trousers tightened even more, and for the first time in his life Jungkook regretted having such a mind as dirty as his own. Why was his brain betraying him? He had to focus. Focus. "...said that you'll mainly be working on the design of the fragrance bottle, but before that you'll be spending the majority of your time with...me, overlooking plans and budgetting.

"I see, thank you sir."

Just hold on out for a couple more minutes...

"For everyone in the room, I've planned out your group schedules and deadlines which is on the noticeboard outside. Any further questions?"

The room remained quiet, and when the projector switched off Jungkook momentarily closed his eyes. The lights turned on, and the people sat at the desks began chatting and moving about. Jungkook felt the rush of relief flush his body, but the feeling was cut short when he turned and found himself facing the smaller, who was now stood and gazing at Jungkook with an expression which he couldn't quite read.
Swallowing, the younger gestured to the door, and in the next moment he and Jimin made their way outside the room and into the corridor.

Stood beneath a brighter light, Jungkook eyed Jimin one last time before reaching into his briefcase and handing him a sheet of paper. Jimin pursed his lips, a gesture which had the younger glued to the spot. Those lips...

"What's this?"

Blinking, Jungkook snapped out of it and tried to speak audible words. "My own schedule. Since we'll be working together a lot more than with others, and I'll be the one who you'll answer to," he replied, sternly looking down at the smaller being. "We have a meeting with Lisa this Wednesday, the details are written down there along with my contact details."

"Right no problem, thank you sir."

He swallowed again. "Don't call me that." Jimin frowned, his eyes crinkling in offense. "Just, Jungkook will do."

"But you're my superior, I can't do that. It'll look weird to the others, Mr Jeon."

The younger felt his whole body stiffen, his trousers contricting from the sudden rush of blood to his crotch, and he glared down at the older. "I said just to call me Jungkook."

He watched at Jimin's chest rose and fell in resent, while the younger's eyes involuntarily started running up and down the older's upper body. His shirt had become almost transparent underneath these intense lights, and the younger struggled to contain his composure when Jimin took a step toward him. "Jungkook then. What do have against me?"

"I don't, therefore nothing."

Jimin's voice hushened when a few coworkers exited the room. "Don't lie when it's so fairly obvious," the older mocked, "do you really despise me this much?"

Jungkook's eyes trailed the people walking by, his hands unknowingly clenched in his pockets. "I don't despise you, or hate you. This is my workplace, and I prefer to be professional."

"It's mine too? Why can't I call you sir? It's not that big of a deal."

"Because, I'd prefer it if you didn't."

"How is that professional?" Jimin argued, his cheeks puffing out. Without consent, Jungkook found his gaze traveling down his body again, and he eyed the pale pink skin which seeped through his soaked white blouse. And what was worse, his chest...he could see how his nipples were perked against the cold of the fabric, and Jungkook's crotch became almost unbearingly painful.

"Jungkook!"

"Yeah?" He lazily replied, lifting his gaze.

Jimin folded his arms. "Is it really because I'm gay?"

"What?"

"Is that why you dislike me?"

Jungkook sighed. Maybe he really was that much of an asshole. "No, I already told you I don't dislike you. Listen, I was just angry at Jiwoo for doing something which I didn't expect. Believe me when I say I'm not homophobic at all, my friends are mostly gay and I don't mind it."

"Really...?" The older's expression seemed to soften at Jungkook's words, and his shoulders slumped. "I guess we should start over if we're going to see this project to the end." Jimin took another step toward him, with his hand out and with a gentle crease between his brows.

Jungkook, from where he was stood, could smell Jimin's faint perfume. He could not and would not take a step closer. So instead of taking his hand, he looked away, his arms folded against his chest, and sighed.

"Mr Park, I recommend that you find somewhere to dry off."

"What? O-oh, right-"

Jungkook took his leave, heading straight for the elevator and disappearing into an empty compartment before the older could complain. And the moment the doors closed behind him, he fell against the elevator mirrors. Reaching down to clutch his painful erection, he other hand clenched itself as he fought the urge to unzip his trousers and jack off right there and then.

Park Jimin.

For the next months on end, Jungkook was sure he would be subjected to this same torture as he had been forced to endure the first time he had met the tiny mochi. Who was he? How...how was this even possible? He had never wanted someone as bad as he wanted that cute little project designer right now, and what made it worse was that he was a guy.
A dude.

This had never happened before, and as he stood there with his bulging crotch beneath him, he made the decision to disappear into the disabled toilets briefly.

That damned man.

He had to suppress these sudden desires...and he was pretty sure he could manage just fine.