JB meet me at _________ 7:00 PM sharp my apartment is #7 on the 10th floor don't be late or you'll be punished.
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to be perfectly honest, youngjae wasnt scared of jaebum. he might have been the big boss of the company, but he was obviously still young in the mind to make choices by his horniness. that gave youngjae so much power to talk back to him and dare to do things he knew he shouldnt. he even questioned coming in one minute late to see what would jaebum do.
he slipped on a pair of his favorite pink lacy panties that didnt do a good job of covering him up, as a little surprise for jaebum. youngjse didnt know why he felt so giddy as he slipped on light wash jeans and and a white blouse with a v-cut in the collar.
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he tousled his hair a bit an smiled in the mirror. he was about the fuck his boss.
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youngjae arrived at the towering penthouse, palms sticky with sweat. truthfully, he couldnt remember the last time he got some, so he was a bit nervous. the elevator ride seems to last ages, but he is finally at his door and looks at his phone.
6:59 PM.
the door opens without him knocking, jaebum standing there with a glass of wine in his hand.
'youre on time.' he says, letting youngjae come in and shuts the door. the younger boy takes in the lavish apartment that was dimly lit, the city lights outshining the room. there were candles lit around the living room and kitchen, the scent trailing to his nose. there was another glass of wine on the marble kitchen island counter that jaebum grabbed for him, giving it to youngjae with a wink.
'what kind of person would i be without romancing my partner before sex?' he chuckles as he leads youngjae to his pristine white couch, taking a seat and patting the space next to him.
youngjae sits and sips on the wine that probably costs more than his rent, letting the liquid dance on his tongue before swallowing. the atmosphere feels a bit awkward until jaebum places his wine on the coffee table, leaning back a bit close to youngjae while looking into his eyes. youngjae made a mistake of taking a big sip of wine beforehand, his cheeks full with wide eyes. he swallows it, the burning feeling subtle as it travels down his throat.
'so, youngjae. anything you want to go over first?'
youngjae sets down his glass on the table, a drop managing to escape onto his shirt before making it to the table.
'aw, man. guess i'll have to take this off.' youngjae says sarcastically, pulling off his shirt ever so slowly off his body.
