𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ~ 𝐕𝐦𝐢𝐧

Chapter Seven

Jimin had a dream that night. It was about Mr. Kim. He had a dream of his touch, his gentle kisses. How his lips grazed upon his skin. It made Jimin feel helpless under his invisible presence. He woke up in a cold sweat at 2:00 AM. With that in mind, he made his way to the shower where he washed himself up, Hoseok sleeping peacefully.

~•~
Another day at work, seeing Mr. Kim again really didn't help with Jimin's dream. He bit his bottom lip softly when he saw Mr. Kim pulling out his keys, staring at his hands. He looked back up at his face and accidentally met eyes with him. He quickly looked away and got back to work.
But he couldn't get Mr. Kim out of his head. No matter what he did, Mr. Kim was always on his mind. His lips, his eyes, his hands, his tightly-fitted clothes.

So during lunch, which he had finally prepared for, he knocked on Mr. Kim's office door.
"Come in," said the low voice of Mr. Kim.
Jimin opened the door and closed it behind him. He suddenly felt the butterflies in his stomach, the nervousness reaching his heart but the subtle feeling of neediness reaching his whole entire body.
"I.." Jimin gulped. His throat had suddenly gone dry. "I wanted to talk with you...Taehyung..."
With Jimin saying his first name, Mr. Kim looked up. "Mr. Park? What's wrong?"
"Nothing...well...not nothing.." Jimin would obviously be lying by saying "nothing." But, he sighed and clenched the door. "N-Nevermind, I'm sorry for disrupting you.." Jimin walked away from the office, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

~•~
Work finally ended, the sun was setting. Jimin hung up his apron, Taehyung stepping out of his office and stopping to look at Jimin, his bag over his shoulder. "Night, Jimin. See you Wednesday." With that, Taehyung left the store, Jimin waving a little and walking out, locking the restaurant.

He made his way back to his apartment and felt the cold air nip at his nose. His breath was visible in the below freezing weather. He shivered and shakily unlocked his apartment, seeing Hoseok pinning Yoongi against the wall. "Ooooookay, what the fuck-"
Hoseok and Yoongi froze, slowly looking at Jimin. They rushed to the bathroom and closed and locked the door. Jimin rolled his eyes, washing his hands in warm water and plugging in his ear buds, blasting his music and crashing on the bed.

~•~
Jimin woke up in a cold sweat, his hair hanging along his forehead. His heart was racing. That dream...

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His hands were all over his torso, purple LED lighting covering the whole room. Taehyung was kissing along his thighs, so, so gently. Jimin's chest rose up and down shakily. He suddenly gasped softly, waking himself up.

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Jimin ran his hand in between his hair, his eyes widening. He sat up from bed and got dressed, noticing he was alone in his apartment. He walked to the shower, turning it on and stepping in once it was warm.
The dream played through in his head like a short and quick montage.
He shook his head rapidly and quickly finished his shower, drying himself up and stepping out, getting dressed for work.

He arrived at work, his hair dry, soft but messy. He fixed his cap and slipped on his apron after setting his stuff down in the break room. He waited behind the register. Jimin noticed that Yoongi had left a sticky note which had the words "Personal day, sorry. -Yoongi" messily written on it. Jimin sighed and rested his cheek against his palm.

That was when Mr. Kim walked in. Jimin could smell his strong cologne. He saw how tight Mr. Kim's button up shirt was. It always was, but he loved to look at it. He even noticed how tight his black dress pants were, though this time he wore navy blue bell bottom jeans. It hugged his strong looking legs, making his bottom look really...really good.
Jimin cleared his throat. "G-Good morning, Mr. Kim!" Jimin stammered out, his voice cracking.
Mr. Kim chuckled. "Please, Baby. You may-"
"N-Not right now, M-Mr. Kim. I'm fine with Jimin or Mr. Park, and I'm more comfortable with calling you Mr. Kim," Jimin quickly spatted out.
Mr. Kim was slightly taken aback by his quick comment and nodded. "Gotcha," Mr. Kim walked to his office and closed his door.

The restaurant was empty that day. Well, it as Valentines Day, so Jimin wasn't really surprised. Of course, it was a fancy restaurant, but the place it was located didn't really focus on fancy stuff at this time of the year. Jimin wasn't really into celebrating this day, because he remained single for a while. He didn't count occasional sex with his two previous bosses as being "taken."

Mr. Kim stepped out of his office and stood beside Jimin. "Heya, Mr. Park," Mr. Kim said with a sweet smile.
Jimin smiled back. He loved seeing his smile, Mr. Kim's. It seemed to gentle, so nice to look at. "Hello, Mr. Kim!" Jimin replied happily.
Mr. Kim scooted a bit closer to Jimin, looking at the sketches he was doodling at the counter. He smiled a bit more. "You like to draw?"
Jimin nodded. "Mhm! I mainly just draw scenery I can find and with consent, I draw other people!" Jimin doodled the outside, which was snowing. It always snowed a lot during Valentines Day where he was in, this was no different.

"Is it all right if you drew me?" Mr. Kim looked into Jimin's eyes softly. Jimin met his eyes and paused for a moment before nodding slowly.
"I-I would love to!" Jimin flipped to a blank page.
Mr. Kim chuckled. "Not right here, in my office."
The two walked to Mr. Kim's office, Mr. Kim posing and Jimin making a little sketch. He focused on every bit of Mr. Kim. The little mole on the bottom of his nose, to the little freckle under his eye. He met eyes with Mr. Kim a few times which always resulted in Jimin's cheeks becoming a dark shade of red.
Mr. Kim looked down at the smaller male, smiling softly at the sketch. He saw that Jimin drew small roses here and there.
"How did you know that roses were my favorite?" Mr. Kim and Jimin met eyes once again, Jimin gulping softly then clearing his throat.
"I-I...I just like to draw them a lot...They're my favorite too..I especially like the uh...the..uh.." Jimin was now lost in Mr. Kim's eyes, realizing how close the two were, their lips only a few inches apart. Jimin slowly continued. "The..yellow roses....They're soft...gentle...beautiful..and even sweet.." Jimin heard Mr. Kim chuckle.
"Sweet? Have you eaten rose petals before?"
Jimin giggled shyly. "When I was younger, I did."
Mr. Kim laughed softly. "My favorite are red roses. They're luscious..." Mr. Kim's face inched slightly closer to Jimin's. "A deep red that seems...teasing and sensual.." Mr. Kim snaked his hand along Jimin's waist, Jimin pressing his chest against Mr. Kim's, resting his hand where his heart was, noticing how fast Mr. Kim's heart was beating. "And...oh so very sweet~"
Mr. Kim snickered and let go of Jimin, laughing out loud. Jimin's face was now red. He slammed his sketchbook shut. "H-HEY, WHAT WAS THAT ALL FOR?"
Mr. Kim stopped laughing and wiped his eyes, inching closer once again to Jimin.
"Oh, you're not fooling me agai-"
Mr. Kim cut off Jimin by smashing his lips against Jimin's, the smaller male's back hitting the break room.
This time, Jimin did not hold back.

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update: so as you may have seen now, i have deleted old chapters. the reason for that is because i wanted to start over on this chapter. it all seemed too rushed, so i will take my time on figuring out what the next chapter will be like. i'm sorry