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"good evening, taehyung." yoongi walked into taehyung's office without a knock. he locked the door after himself and looked at taehyung who started to squirm uncomfortably in his chair.

it always amazed taehyung how incredibly hot yoongi looked in the clothes he wore. he was wearing simple suits since these were working hours, but the little details he added made him look, in a way, breathtaking - the dress shirt unbuttoned all three buttons down, silver chains, rings, expensive watches on his wrists – he looked like the personification of an erotic fantasy.

"uh, hey... yoongi." taehyung mumbled and sank in his chair as yoongi approached him slowly.

"I'm here to ask you about the text you sent me earlier." yoongi leaned on the table with his hands.

"what text–"

"dont act stupid, taehyung." yoongi walked over to taehyung and looked down on him.
"what was that? there was nothing in the 4th department. "

"oooh, that text! I sent it to you? that was accidental, I meant to send it to somebody else, sorry." taehyung chuckled slightly and rubbed the back of his head.

"accidental you say?" yoongi raised his eyebrow and taehyung felt the heat in his body rise.

"y-yes... it was meant for someone else.." taehyung muttered.

"and why must I believe you?"

"um.. because you trust me?"

there was a little silence before yoongi spoke again:
"well then, continue your work."

taehyung turned to his computer and started typing something up feeling a wave of relief. yoongi didnt leave though. he was walking around taehyung's office, observing things as if he has never been here, although he really did visit rarely; it was usually taehyung who came to yoongi's office.

taehyung felt a little uncomfortable. yoongi obviously wanted something, but what? he just silently walked around the office. that was a weird behavior.

while yoongi was looking through some books, taehyung walked up quietly to yoongi behind his back. as soon as there were inches left between them, yoongi turned around, placing a gun to taehyung's lips. taehyung's face was filled with actual fear, yoongi was a bipolar bitch and you never knew what he had going on in his mind. his face showed pure anger, and even though taehyung tried finding bits of lust in it, he couldn't. and that was scary.

they've done this before, in a sexual manner, but now it felt different.

"I don't believe you, I can feel you're lying, but ... I guess it just might be too personal for you to tell me, and I'll respect that but..." yoongi slid the gun from taehyung's lips down to his chest, ripping over the buttons on this dress shirt. "you still lied to me. that wasn't very good of you, you know?"

taehyung bit his lip in anticipation and nodded.

"what do bad boys get when they disobey?" yoongi asked after fully ripping apart taehyung's very fucking expensive gucci dress shirt, which made taehyung frown.

"a p-punishment..." the younger said quietly.

"that's correct." yoongi whispered into taehyung's ear and bit it afterwards retrieving a breathless moan from his lips.
"and look what I found."

yoongi raised his hand which had a pair of pretty silver handcuffs dangling on one of his fingers.
taehyung's eyes widened.
how did he find them?

"you have some interesting things in your drawers, kim taehyung, you really dont get enough of me, so you use some cheap rubber to pleasure yourself while you're alone?" yoongi chanted as he smoothly equipped the handcuffs around taehyung's wrists.

taehyung's cheeks turned a deep red, as he put his head down from the embarrassment.

ding.

taehyung looked over at his phone on the table and saw a new message from jungkook.

bunny boy
hey, how are you?

"stop paying attention to your phone and look at me." yoongi grabbed taehyung's chin harshly and lead him to the couch in the corner.

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"how do you like my new skirt, hoseokie~?" jimin chirped as he turned his back to hoseok and wiggled his little butt.

"you look gorgeous as always, jiminie but I'm a little busy at the moment." hoseok smiled at the boy and continued doing his work after fully checking him out.

jimin was wearing a short red velvet skirt with a black crop top. his plump lips sparked with strawberry lip gloss.

"mhm, but hoseokieee..." jimin frowned when he saw how hoseok was paying no attention to him.
he rolled his eyes and took a chair to place it right across hoseok from the table.

jimin got onto the chair and squeezed some lube he got earlier onto his fingers and turned around, his ass facing hoseok.
he slowly pushed in a finger into himself and whimpered from the cold touch of the liquid.

"h- jimin what are you–? were you not wearing anything under the skirt?" hoseok asked quite astonished by jimin's actions. but jimin didn't reply to hoseok, he was too focused on the lewd thing he was doing.

"jimin?"

hoseok scoffed and stopped everything he was doing to go over to jimin and slap his ass, making jimin let out a loud moan.
hoseok grabbed the younger by his waist and bent him over the table, making some of the paperwork fall down to the floor.

"what an attention seeker you are. and so naughty..." hoseok whispered in a low voice into jimin's ear.

"I know I am... mhm~"

hoseok lifted up the skirt and leaned over jimin to place gentle kisses on his back.

ding.

jungkook the brat
hey uglyass, wanna go out to the club?

jimin looked at his phone and typed back.

hoseok's uglyass rat
sorry
busy
with hoseok

"aaah! hoseok!!!" jimin yelped as he clicked the send button and dropped his phone on the floor.

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"are you kidding me?! everyone is fucking busy!" jungkook whisper screamed, as he sat on the edge of his bed in the darkness of his room.

"who?" minseok's soft voice was heard.

jungkook turned around and saw minseok who was lying under the blanket with open eyes.

"sorry, I woke you up..." jungkook mumbled.

"its alright, I wasn't sleeping anyways." minseok sat up on the bed and scooted closer to jungkook. "what's bothering you that you cant sleep?"

"just ... people... and random midnight thoughts." jungkook stared emptily at the floor.

there was a little silence before minseok hugged jungkook from the back and tenderly kissed his nape.
"want me to help you get rid of your thoughts?" he whispered ever so gently in jungkook's ear, the elder literally felt like melting right there and then.

jungkook's mind went over to taehyung but he made himself brush the thought off, as quickly as it came.
"yeah, sure..."

jungkook turned around and slowly pushed minseok on the bed, hovering over the smaller body.

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