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YOONMIN (pt.2)

Jimin X yoongi

PART 2
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From afar, Jimin thinks his boss is rather attractive, shock of black hair sweeping over slanted eyes followed by pouty lips, pale, flawless skin rounded out with a set of full cheeks that give him an almost boyish look.
Min Yoongi seems to carry himself with an air of confidence that Jimin could never hope to possess, shoulders straight and head held high, designer suit tailored perfectly to hang off his frame so sinfully, walking with resolution, purpose.

Wow, Jimin silently admires, a shimmery haze sparkling around his vision when his boss suddenly turns his head, and their gazes meet, and Jimin is stuck, trapped by those alluring orbs.
There is a brief flicker of recognition in Min Yoongi's eyes, and Jimin is attacked by an onslaught of memories, gentle fingers caressing up his thigh, mingled breaths panting in his ear, feeling so damn good that he wants to cry, waking up in a room that is clearly not his own.

Min Yoongi's lips fall open, and Jimin really wishes the ground below would open up and swallow him whole.
Damn it.

For the love of all that is holy.
Jimin promptly drops his coffee holders and makes a run for it.
(A/n Jimin you fucking pUssy)

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"Taehyung why," Jimin cries in distress, crouching in the maintenance closet with his cellphone cradled to his ear. "Why is my life like this?"
Jimin is really starting to wonder if he'd done something terribly wrong in his past life, maybe committed some kind of mortal sin to deserve this kind of karmic injustice at every turn of his existence.
"Tae, what do I do?" Jimin wails in a whisper, trying to keep the noise level to a minimum.
"Wait, so let me get this straight," Taehyung's voice crackles through the receiver. "The man you slept with, and the man who's supposed to be your boss, is one and the same?"
A cross between a choke and a whimper gurgles in the back of Jimin's throat. He side-eyes a bottle of cleaning product and wonders just how much damage it would do if he poured it down his ear. If only it could wipe out his memories.

"You slept with your boss," Taehyung reaffirms, and Jimin fights back the urge to chuck his phone.
"You're not helping," Jimin whines, banging his forehead into the dirty yellow custodial cart.
"This is gold," Taehyung laughs, and Jimin wishes he could shove his hand through the receiver and strangle his no-good, useless lump of a roommate.
"Sorry, I can't really help you there bud," Taehyung says apologetically, trying to stifle his laughter.
"My life is ruined," Jimin s in despair, falling onto his rear and rubbing his face with his hand.
"Look, I have to get back to my kids," Taehyung's voice seems to pull away from the phone, shouting out to his art class, most likely. "And I'm pretty sure you need to get back to work too," Taehyung's voice returns to normal volume, and Jimin mutters under his breath.
"For all you know."
"You know," Taehyung sighs, loud voices echoing in the background. "What's wrong with talking to him? You can actually get to know him. Who knows? Maybe you'll like him, and he'll like you?"

"Tae, I can't," Jimin whimpers at the mere thought. Who is he to even think he has a chance with a man like Min Yoongi? So powerful and smart? CEO and top of the conglomerate food chain? His employer?
And then you have Jimin, living off of unemployment, taking it day by day, surviving off of buttered toast and cup noodles, still sleeping in his Pikachu pajamas.
Right, the contrast there is just so striking.

"Look, fine," Taehyung's voice suddenly turns serious. And startled, Jimin straightens his back, paying attention. "I know this isn't something you'd anticipated. But this is your new job now, and you can't just quit because you slept with the boss. I'm pretty sure you'll barely even have the opportunity to run into him. He's really high up right? The boss? And you just started, right?"
"Right," Jimin mumbles, picking at the hem of his suit jacket.
"So what are the chances you'll even have direct contact with him?"
"Slim to none," Jimin replies, slowly allowing Taehyung's logic to take root in his mind.
"So, what's the problem here?" Taehyung asks in a no-nonsense tone. And Jimin finds himself feeling a lot more reassured than he'd felt in the past two hours.