𝟑𝟔𝟓 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 | Jikook

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

« Do you know what this means, Jeon? » I turned my head toward the window, looking at the cloudless sky, and then fixed the man with a stare.
« I'll take over that company whether the Kim like it or not. » I stood up, Namjoon and Yoongi slowly followed suit, assuming their places behind me. The meeting had been pleasant enough, but it was getting decidedly too long. I shook hands with the men gathered in the room and headed to the door.

« It will be better for everyone this way. » I lifted my hand, index finger outstretched. « You'll thank me for it later. »

I took my jacket off and undid another button of my black shirt. I was sitting in the back seat of the car, savoring the silence and the coolness of the conditioned air.

« Home, » I growled at the driver, scrolling through the messages on my mobile. Most were business related, but one was from Felix. It read, "I'm hard , I need to be punished". My penis stirred in my pants. I sighed, grabbing it through the fabric and squeezing hard. Oh yes, my boy always knew my moods.

He knew the meeting wouldn't be enjoyable, and that it would only make me weary. He also knew how I liked to unwind. Be ready at eight, I replied, and sat back comfortably, observing the world outside the window as it whizzed by. I closed my eyes.

There he was again. My cock instantly grew hard as steel. God,
I'll go crazy if I don't find him. It had been five years since the accident.

  Five long years since the— how did the doctor put it?—the miracle of death and resurrection. Five years of dreaming about a boy I had never seen in real life. I had met him in my comatose visions. I could almost smell his hair, feel the smoothness of his skin—I could almost feel it. Each time I made love to Felix or any other person, I made love to him. I named him my Goldilocks. He was my curse, my obsession, and apparently—my salvation.

The car stopped. I grabbed my jacket and stepped out. Yoongi, Namjoon, and the other guys I'd taken with me were already waiting on the tarmac. Maybe I'd overdone it, but sometimes you just need a show of force to catch your enemy off guard.

I greeted the pilot as I entered the plane and sat down in the soft seat. A flight attendant passed me a glass of whisky with a single ice cube.
I glanced at him. He knew my tastes.

  I sent him a blank look, while he blushed and smiled flirtatiously.
Why not? I thought, and pushed myself up in a fluid motion.
I seized the surprised boy by the hand and pulled him with me toward the private part of the jet.
« Take off! » I called to the pilot, and closed the door, locking the boy and myself in.

  I shot out an arm, clasping my hand over his neck and pushing him against the wall. I fixed him with a gaze. He was suppressed. I closed the distance between us, allowed our mouths to touch, and bit his lower lip. He moaned. His arms hung limply along his body and he stared straight into my eyes. I seized him by the hair and pulled, tilting his head back. His eyes closed and he moaned again. Such a beauty, so boylish. I required all my employees to be aesthetically pleasing. I liked my things pretty.

« Knees, »I growled, pushing him down. He did as he was ordered without hesitation. I purred, praising his submissiveness, and trailed a thumb along his lips. They parted obediently.

I had never even talked to this boy before, but he immediately knew what he was supposed to do. I gently pushed his head against the wall and unzipped my pants. The flight attendant swallowed loudly, his enormous eyes still fastened on mine.