SMALL DOSES || JIKOOK✅

8

JIMIN POV

No doubt about it.

I was experiencing one serious case of déjà vu.

There was just something about Jeon Jungkook.

Something so familiar, comforting even but damned
if I could figure it out.

The whole not knowing thing
did not sit right with me.

Not. At. All.

For as long as I could remember, I'd always stood at the helm of my destiny, every facet of my
life predictable.

An ingrained routine.

An order I had come to rely on.

Well, so much for that shit.

Because as I sat there, staring
at every gay man's wet dream,
I felt far from in control of anything.

Brow pinched and bottom lip caught between his teeth, he eyed me with enough intensity
to make my heart rate kick
up a notch.

The pretty light brown of his
doe eyes was enhanced by the sexy looking glasses he wore
and I had an overwhelming need to rub one out in front of him before coming all over his face.

As my thoughts continued to wallow in the gutter, another fantasy popped into my head which caused my skin to
tingle in anticipation.

One of tugging on that long ponytail while his sweat
covered naked body was sprawled across my desk as I pounded his tight ass into oblivion.

Breath catching, my already interested cock hardened at the thought of taking the man in every position imaginable.

But that wasn't why I was pausing.

Why my pulse raced and balls firmed.

I was surprised because I
hadn't considered fucking
anyone in an age.

Years, in fact.

The few times in college I'd
taken it up the ass had been painful.

And sticking my cock in some
one else's? Far too intimate.

Too messy and complicated in every sense, the encounters I'd had all that time ago something I'd never considered repeating.

Blow jobs were more my speed, so convenient and impersonal.

Nobody expected to be held after.

Hell, a bed wasn't even a requirement to get the deed done.

So, the thought of screwing anyone after all this time was unexpected.

"What do you think?" He asked, his words tipping a bucket of
cold water on my thoughts.

"What do I think about what?"

I swallowed the drool
threatening to escape the
corner of my mouth.

"About hiring me as your new waiter."

Scratching my chin, I
considered the options, which was when an idea formed.

It was the best and only solution.

I'd be rid of the one job I dreaded, which in turn would give me more time doing what
I did best market the shit out
of this club.

I shook my head with
emphasis.

"One of the many reasons hybe is so successful is I'm good
at hiring staff in the kind of job that enhances their strengths and plays down any weaknesses."

"So, as much as I could do
with an extra waiter when
times get busy, I think your talents would be best utilized
in other ways."

"Other ways?"

His well-groomed brows
shot sky-high.

"Oh, yeah."

Resting my palms on the desk,
I leaned forward.

"You're an untapped resource, One I intend to exploit."

"That is of course, if you'll
agree to my terms."

The look of abject horror
forming on his face was priceless.

"What is it you're asking?"

"Do-do you want me to strip
or something?"

When his eyes darted from
side-to-side and he began to fidget, laughter burst out
of me.

His responding scowl was so
hot, my cock perked up at the thought of him dancing for
me, and me alone, as he
shed every stitch of clothing piece by piece.

"God, no. I want to hire you
as my financial guru."

"Oh."

Pink suffusing his cheeks, his entire face lit up and he
smiled, eyes filled with a
warmth that took my breath away.

My cock throbbed in time with my pounding heart and I coughed to hide a groan,
trying as best I could to keep
a lid on my wayward thoughts.

"You'll pay invoices, keep an eye on the club's cash flow and get more per hour than what my waiters make to help make up for the lack of tips."

"I'll even let you work part-
time and with hours that best
fit around your studies."

"How does that sound?"

Drumming my fingers on the desk, I waited for his answer.

I needed this little meeting
to be over with, pronto.

That way I could clear my head and maybe scope out the club
to get my cock sucked which,
at this very moment, was
being strangled by my jeans.

"That sounds kind of perfect."

"Thanks for the opportunity."

Jungkook answered with an assertive nod, his smile morphing into a broad grin.

"You're welcome."

"Now, we're closed Sundays
and Mondays."

"so I'll see you Tuesday at around one if that works."

Considering the rather large problem I had going on below the waist, I did not move a muscle to shake his hand or show him out.

With a nod, he stood and
left with a quiet.

"Sounds great."

"See you then."

while I chose to ignore the
sense of warmth and comfort that was spreading through
my system.

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