The Done Deal

Chapter 3

Once he was outside the office, he touched his sore lips. They were tingling, the ghost of Min's lips still dancing around his mouth. He found out that he really did not mind the kiss, and that thought was dangerous.

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Turned out, kissing wasn't just a one-time thing. Min seemed to think that now that he'd done it once, he had the right to shove his tongue into Jimin's mouth whenever he wanted—and he seemed to want it very often.

As a result, Jimin had been spending an awful lot of time in Min's lap, with Min's tongue in his mouth and Min's hands on his ass. The latter made him a bit uneasy, but Min didn't seem to want anything else. Jimin figured the guy just couldn't help it, so he didn't make a fuss about it, and got more comfortable on the lap he was seated on.

Usually, after about ten minutes of hard kissing, Min ordered him to suck him off, but today he was taking his time, kissing him over and over, deep and absolutely filthy, until Jimin could barely breathe. The familiar feeling of being completely overwhelmed was back, and Jimin found himself gasping and making small noises—he wasn't even sure why. It felt as if Min was trying to own him.

It was just too much. He wasn't sure whether he liked this feeling—the feeling of being completely overwhelmed—or hated it.

At last, Min broke the kiss, but instead of simply ordering him to suck him off, as he usually did, he started kissing down Jimin's neck.

"Er, I'm pretty sure this wasn't part of the deal," Jimin said.

Min ignored him, of course.

Jimin rolled his eyes. Since the whole thing started, he'd discovered that Min actually kept himself in check in class and did not demonstrate the extent of his...personality. When they were alone, Min didn't hold back: he was completely domineering. Everything had to be done the way Min wanted.

Jimin was torn away from his thoughts when he felt Min's large hands slide under his shirt to stroke his bare back.

"You're kinda crossing the line, man," Jimin murmured, though if he was honest with himself, he wasn't that bothered by Min's coping a feel. He wondered whether he should be.

It wasn't the first time it had occurred to Jimin that he was nowhere near as freaked out by the whole thing as he probably should have been. But then again, he had the guy's dick in his mouth every day. This was nothing.

Min continued to nibble at his neck aggressively. "Pull me out and jerk me off."

Before Jimin could do it, Min's cell phone started vibrating on the desk.

Swearing through his teeth, Min lifted his head from Jimin's neck and reached out for his phone.

"Yes?" he snapped without looking at the caller ID.

Jimin watched with interest as Min's face turned into a stony mask. He obviously didn't like whatever the caller was saying to him, because his voice turned hard. "I'm not interested, Jisoo." A pause. "I don't give a damn about what he wants. Save your breath. I'm not coming."

His curiosity piqued, Jimin leaned closer to the phone, trying to catch what she was saying.

"...father is very ill, Yoongi," the woman—Jisoo—said. "I swear I'm not lying. He would never admit it, but I know he wants to see you before—before... Please. For me."

Min's jaw tightened. "I'm not going to do what he wants me to do. I'm not marrying that silly little girl."

"Jieun is a nice young woman," Jisoo said. "Yes, her dad is our father's friend, but she's not her dad. She's kind and—"