SMALL DOSES || JIKOOK✅

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JIMIN POV

What kind of fresh hell was this?

The delicious, torturous kind with no way of escape, that's what.

I was kidding myself if I thought Jungkook would never consider coming to the club in his down time, so when hobi told me
that he and some guy named San were on their way, with
Tae in tow, I wasn't surprised.

But I was angry.

Resentful.

Not to mention, horny as hell.

Yes, I could have asked Elliot
to work overtime and called in another casual so I could go home but no, I had to step
balls-deep into the lion's den instead and wait on their arrival.

Big mistake on my part.

It was clear insanity was overriding any sense of self-preservation because as of this moment, I was close to losing it while watching them together.

If San leaning in far too close and touching Jungkook every
five fucking seconds as they gossiped about some teacher they didn't like wasn't bad enough, the fact that Jungkook seemed reluctant to acknowledge my presence made me feel ten times worse.

He even waited for hobi to return from his break instead of asking me to stow his backpack behind the bar, such was his refusal to speak to me.

By the time the DJ had cranked up the volume and the heavy bass began to pump, I was beyond pissed.

Meanwhile, San's excitement
had ramped up to nuclear level because Elliot had approached with an order and while waiting for it to be filled, relayed the story behind the picture that hung by the stage.

San then insisted that he and Jungkook needed to check out the photo right away, since the Dom was known to him and
they frequented the same
club or some such bullshit.

"And while you're at it, why
don't the two of you squeeze
in a dance?"

Tae's suggestion caused me to give him the death glare, which of course, he disregarded.

"Oh Tae, I think that's a
fabulous idea!"

San bounced in his seat, his over-the-top demeanor giving me a headache.

Jungkook on the other hand, smiled and said as he continued to give me the silent treatment.

"Sure. Why not?"

Hobi smirked and grabbed a couple of waters from the fridge, uncapping them and placing them on the bar.

He gave Tae a conspiratorial wink.

"Take these. You boys need to stay well hydrated if you wanna decimate that dance floor."

"Thanks, Hobi."

Jungkook put the bottle to his lips and threw his head back, Adam's apple moving up and down as he swallowed several mouthfuls of the cool, clear liquid.

Livid as I was, my cock still howled in appreciation.

All I could picture was the
image of my juice sliding
down his throat after he'd
sucked me to completion.

San smiled at Wes and said, "Yes, very much appreciated,
my husky new friend."

But when he drank up, then
took Jungkook by the hand, adding with a bat of his lashes and a glittering smile.

"Come on, twinkle toes."

"Let's show these amateurs
how it's done."

I just couldn't take it anymore.