desire, dear - yoonmin

1

— Yoongi sighed, running his fingers through his hair, looking down at the paperwork that filled the surface of his desk.

"This is too much," he mumbled, clicking his pen and putting it down. He stood up to take a break, turning around to look out the window that was the entirety of the wall behind him. It was mid day, the sun shining brightly through the glass, causing Yoongi to squint slightly. His eyes shifted downwards, watching the cars stop and go, watching people stop and go.

"Ahem," Yoongi whipped his head around to see his secretary standing in the doorway. "Working hard?" She chuckled, making Yoongi laugh slightly.

"I deserve a couple of breaks, don't I?" She nodded at his reply, starting to say something else, but Yoongi had stopped listening, something, well someone else had caught his eye: the boy standing next to her. He was shorter with blonde hair and the thickest goddamn thighs he'd ever seen.

"Mr. Min?" She repeated, trying to get his attention.

"Sorry, what was that?" he offered, his eyes shifting back to his secretary.

"Your new assistant," she reminded him.

"Oh, of course. Min Yoongi, Mr. Min to you," he smiled, extending his hand for the other to shake, which he did.

"Park Jimin, it's a pleasure," he returned, smiling slightly. There was a glimpse of playfulness in his eyes as he stared softly into Yoongi's.

"Well, I look forward to working with you," he said, pausing to look back at the pile of work on his desk. "When can you start?"

• • •

"And this is my office, as you saw yesterday," Yoongi said, finishing the tour he was giving the latter. It was the next day, bright and early for a full first day of work for Jimin. Suddenly, Yoongi's phone rang, his hand flying to his pocket to answer it.

"Sorry, I have to take this. I'll just be a moment," he said before leaving the room. Jimin sighed, feeling relieved to be alone for a bit. His first day of work had been so overwhelming. There was so much to learn.

Jimin averted his attention to the glass wall that stood behind Mr. Min's desk, then to his desk. He picked up a picture frame, holding a photo of his boss and a women, his wife, Jimin assumed. She was beautiful with long blonde hair and a thin figure.

"Ahem," His boss cleared his throat, as he stepped into the room and saw Jimin touching his things.

"Oh, sorry. I-I was just looking," he stuttered, putting the picture down while a deep red spread across his cheeks.

Yoongi chuckled.

"Don't sweat it."

Jimin exhaled shakily.

"Your wife seems wonderful," he offered, watching his boss rearrange some papers on his desk.

"Well you sure haven't met her," he laughed, looking up at his assistant.

"Oh," Jimin didn't know how else to respond in an awkward situation like this. "I'm sorry. That's unfortunate," he tried to make it better, but failed, sounding slightly rude.

"Hmm, well I married her," he chuckled again. "Now, talking about something that isn't my sad relationship with my wife, I need you to fax these papers to HR," he said, handing him a folder and ending their conversation. Jimin nodded, hurrying out of the room.

God, why did I bring that up?

Jimin thought to himself, mentally cringing at his actions and choice of words.

"All done, sir," Jimin said, his eyes gazing down at the tight grip his boss held on his phone.

"Oh," his hand relaxed, "very good," he finished.

Jimin smiled, feeling himself get more at ease with the praise he received. He really loved praise.

"Care for a drink? Something to help us get to know each other better?" Yoongi suggested suddenly, pulling out a bottle of 1978 Rosé from his desk drawer.

Jimin was taken aback, looking from the bottle to his boss.

"Uh..." he trailed off, chuckling slightly near the end. "Yeah, sure," he said, sitting down in the chair across from his bosses, on the other side of the desk.

"Oh, c'mon, don't be shy," Yoongi smiled, pulling a chair up beside his instead of the one across from him.

Jimin smiled awkwardly, changing seats, as the older had suggested.

Yoongi walked through a door in his office that Jimin had no idea of where it might lead to, and came back shortly with two glasses.

"My wife gets a bit," he paused searching for the right word, "much, sometimes," he stated, as he poured the wine. "So, I have a place here. It's actually quite nice, just through that door. I find it much more comfortable, wouldn't you?" He asked, taking the glasses and moving their party from his office into his 'second home'.

Jimin didn't know how to react with all the sudden changes. He was overwhelmed.

Finally, they had sat down, and Jimin took a small sip from his glass, watching Yoongi swirl the liquid around in his cup, watching it intently.

"So, Mr. Min-"

"Please, call me Yoongi outside of work."

Jimin smiled.

"This wine is perfect, and I love the room decor," he said, struggling to make small talk. He'd rather that then sitting in complete and utter silence for an excruciating amount of time.

"My wife picked out the furniture," he replied shortly, looking displeased.

Jimin gulped.

"Now, Mr. Park, how does one, such as yourself, find himself in an organization like this?" Yoongi asked, changing the subject swiftly.

"Well, I have a vast background in assisting and aiding, but to be honest with you, sir, I have little to no information on the actual content of this company. Although, I do pride myself in my ability to work through these circumstances," Jimin said, feeling uneasy. He felt like it was more of a job interview than a friendly drink.

"Hmm, I see. So, you have no real talent, seeing as you are an assistant, no actual education, seeing as you are, again, an assistant, and no knowledge on what we are doing here, so I must ask you: what are you good for? It can't just be for some office eye candy, can it?" Yoongi asked, looking Jimin up and down, winking at the last sentence, sending shivers down his spine.

"I-I, um-" Jimin stuttered, struggling to reply to his bosses words.

Yoongi stood up, walking around the coffee table that sat between them, taking a seat on it in front of the latter.

"Hmm? What are you good for?" He purred, his hand caressing Jimin's cheek.

Jimin felt his pants grow tighter as he licked his lips to keep them from drying out with all his heavy breathing.

Yoongi looked down at the tent that he formed in his assistants pants. He smirked, a hand reaching down to rub Jimin's thigh.

"Oh, I think you'll do just fine,"

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this took a while but first chapter up!!