My Carnal Desire (+18 SMUT) |BTS JIMIN FF|

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*alarm going off*

I hate Mondays. I hate work. I hate waking up this early.

I tap my hand around my nightstand, trying to reach my phone. I ended up just pushing the phone off to the ground instead. The worst thing is, it's still ringing.

'You must be fucking kidding me.' I mutter to myself, looking at the phone on my bedroom floor, vibrating on the carpet.

I really just wanted to football kick it through the balcony. I got up with the groan, sliding off to the ground. I turned off the alarm and just sat on the floor, rubbing my eyes.

It's 6 in the morning. I don't have work until 9, but I like getting up early and having extra time to get ready.
I work in a fashion industry. I design the pieces and spend a lot of time behind the scenes of the photoshoots, fixing the model's clothes and such. I always loved clothes. I've been drawing stuff on my Barbie dolls when I was a kid. Drove my parents insane as I kept ruining them.

I need to get moving.
I showered and got dressed. I did my makeup and hair. When you work in this industry, you need to look a certain way. I can't just show up looking like Grim Reaper.

I was just preparing my breakfast when my phone went off with buzzing. I unlocked my phone to see a message from Jeong, my boyfriend.

We've been together for years. 6, to be more exact. We met back in high college and have been together since.

Jeong
Morning baby. Sleep well?

Me
Morning. Yeah. You?

Jeong
Yeah. See you later.

That was it. It's been a while now that I couldn't be bothered to reply to his messages. He wasn't bothering much either. I think we were just so used to each other and knew each other so well that we didn't need to communicate much.

The problem was that we didn't really do things that couples do. Like sex. We had none in months. 6 months to be more precise. He doesn't initiate, and when I do, he has an excuse. We just end up watching TV.  It's kind of sad. We are 26 and in our prime, and we are just wasting away.

I need to do something about it. I'm so frustrated at times. Most of the time, to be honest. I need it. I'm craving it, and he's not giving it to me. We will have to talk about it. I'll do it tonight.

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'Morning, Neya.' I am greeted by my assistant Lee Ji

'Morning, Ji. How are you?' I smile at her. Ji had been by my side for 3 years. You couldn't wish for a better assistant. She's smart, competent, and hard-working. Although completely different outside of work.

'I'm great. Got plenty of sleep. Ready to take on the world.' She grins as she starts putting boxes with booby pins and needles on the table. You never know if the model needs his or hers clothes adjusted.

'So, what's going on today?' I ask, taking off my jacket. I don't know why I'm wearing a jacket. It's June. I definitely don't need it.

'I think we are having a photo shoot for the suits you created recently. I saw the model earlier, and it's a man, so I assume it's that.' She shrugs

'Thank you. Let's get everything ready.' I smile

'psst!' she makes a little sound and I look at her. She motions for me to come closer, then says really quietly. 'Completely unprofessional, but that model is smoking hot.'