𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ~ 𝐕𝐦𝐢𝐧

Chapter Eight

Jimin breathed heavily, opening his mouth a little for Mr. Kim to slip in his tongue. Mr. Kim kissed Jimin hungrier, longing for his touch. Jimin ran his small fingers in Mr. Kim's soft, black hair. He arched his back before breaking the kiss.
"Let's leave work early, Taehyung," Jimin said quickly.
"But-" Taehyung was pulled by the collar by Jimin, their faces not even an inch apart.
"Now. I need you. This time, I'm not holding back," Jimin stared deeply into Taehyung's eyes. Surely enough, they were needy eyes
Just then, a customer came in, and Jimin sighed. "Riiiight after I take care of this customer I will- Hold on a second," Jimin rushed to the cashier, receiving and quickly giving them their order before running to the door of the restaurant and flipping the door's sign to "closed," rushing back to Taehyung. "Now, let's leave."
Jimin didn't want this to be a dream, not this time. If it was, he didn't want to wake up from the good part. Jimin had never felt this way for anyone before. He had affairs with his other bosses, sure. But Taehyung, he was different.
How he hoped this wasn't a dream...he wished he wasn't day dreaming...but he was.

Jimin snapped out of it, waking up and rubbing his eyes. Taehyung had not been there, next to him. Jimin was getting tired of these dreams. Why? Why is Taehyung any different? Jimin knows how this will end. They'll somehow get so tired of playing pretend, make love, someone finds out, then boom, another scandal. Jimin didn't want that, for his and Taehyung's career. This might be the last chance Jimin had to keep a job. He didn't want to risk it.
So, he attempted to push whatever feelings he had for Taehyung aside. I mean, Mr. Kim. No more romantic fantasies, no sexual fantasies. And especially, no dirty nicknames.

It hit 5:00 pm faster than Jimin knew it, so he gathered his things and left after about ten minutes, walking in the thick layers of snow. He shivered, his teeth chattered.

~•~
"Ugh, Why Jimin...Why do you have to simp for a dude that is your boss?!" Jimin scolded himself as he entered his apartment, removing his scarf. He crashed onto the bed, Hoseok, earlier that morning, said he would be moving out due to him getting into some sort of fancy dance college. Jimin was proud of him. Very proud. Hoseok offered to still help Jimin pay his rent, but Jimin insisted he would pay it on his own now that he had a very well paying job.

Of course Jimin was sad that he wouldn't see Hoseok anymore, not so much Yoongi because he would be moving in with Hoseok.

So Jimin was alone. At this point, he felt as if he couldn't do anything right. He felt like he was a nobody. He had good grades. He applied for art colleges and universities. He majored in dance and painting. But he still didn't have a job. He focused on that so much that he passed the deadline for every college/university, and when the scandals came about, that lowered whatever chance he had to be let in.

So, he felt hopeless. He finally had a well paying job, no scandals. But Jimin felt as if he was a nobody, a failure. But, he could finally pay rent now.

Jimin stared at the ceiling. "What is up with me...Why can't I just...not hit on my boss...Why..."
Jimin closed his eyes. "Maybe...If I try to point out his flaws in my brain...I can get rid of this crush!"
Jimin smiled and thought about his boss.

~Jimin's POV~
Okay...so...okay, there he is. He's tall, he'd hit his head pretty easily, huh? Ha ha.
Mm...tall...FUCK NO- WAIT-
Ugh, okay...he has...long hands. Slenderman lookin' ass, pfft.
But his fingers...they're...mmn...
My hand slowly moves down my thigh. "Taehyung.."

No..fuck...Think of something else...Okay...His eyes...Oh god...What if he is looking down at me at this moment? Dear god, that would be so hot. So...so hot..
I hear a knock at my door. I sit up quickly. Thank god, I would've gotten too lost in my imagination. I just need a distraction. One distraction.
I get up to open the door when I look through the peep-hole. It's hard to decipher who it is, because I can't even see the peep-hole because I'm too short.
I open the door and-
Fuck.