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

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Another shoot done. This time, it was a bunch of dresses. It was a model we worked with before, so we were well acquainted. She was always nice.

'Wanna grab some drinks?' Ji asks as we were collecting our things

'Might as well. It's Friday, after all.' I smile

'That's the spirit. Let's get you drunk.' Ji whoos
'Also, have you spoken to Jeong yet?' She asks

'No. He sent me messages and called. I told him I'll call him when I'm not pissed off anymore.' I sigh

'I don't get him. Did he tell you what the problem is?' She asks

'Apparently, he is just stressed and tired.' I say

She pauses, raising her eyebrow at me. 'No one is stressed and tired for 6 months. Not every single day. What the fuck is that excuse?!'

'My thoughts exactly.' I scoff. 'The worst thing is, I think he is actually telling the truth.' I sigh

'Really? But he didn't get...' She motions to her lower part, meaning he didn't get a boner

'Nothing. Zero. Nada.' I exhale

'Just slip some viagra in his coffee.' She chuckles

'I am not going to drug him, Ji!' I laugh.'You have issues.'

'No, girl, you have them. Big time. If you can do the...thingie... over some pictures, then you have issues.' She teases

'Well, he is fucking hot.' I tell her

'Oh, man, tell me about it.' She huffs out, smiling

'Let's just get some drinks.' I say

'Yep. I'm all ready.' she beams, 'Let's go.'

We went to a bar nearby where we usually go. We often run into people we work with, even the models sometimes, as it is a popular but fancy place. It was very expensive as well.

We were just sitting at the table, laughing, sipping on our cocktails. We were just gossiping about all the models we worked in the past that were, as you would call them, divas. I was telling her a story, dying laughing, when she just stopped talking, and the sip of the drink she just took started dripping out of her mouth.

'What the hell are you doing?' I laugh even more, grabbing a napkin to wipe her chin and her leg where she spat the drink. She gulped loudly, slapping me on my thigh and then pointing to the door.

I follow her finger to see Jimin in the maroon red suit I gave him a few days ago. He was just walking in with another model that we worked with in the past, Kim Taehyung. A gorgeous guy, talented. So easy to photograph as he looks amazing from all the angles.

'Is that..?' I start asking, and she just nods, staring
'And the suit...' I start again, and she does the same again
'Stop staring before he sees you and thinks you're creepy.' I slap her on the thigh, waking her up.

'I don't know which one is more gorgeous.' She says, now being really quiet

'You do know they are like 10 meters away? They can't hear you.' I chuckle, but I agree.

'I can't concentrate anymore.' She says

'We are not at work, so I can't tell you off.' I joke.

'I'm happy we are all dressed up today. I almost wore jeans to work.' She scoffs. she didn't take her eyes off of them for even a moment. But once again, I agree.

We are both wearing nice dresses, elegant, but sexy. I have a little black satin dress, and she has a beige one. My long blonde hair is curled up, falling down my back. She has her black hair in a messy bun, with front parts falling to the front.