Deliveree Boys - Jikook

Backlash

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- Violette 🌷

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Jimin grabbed his hand around the metal bar which accompanied the staircase. He used it to pull his body up, letting his upper strength do most of the work, trying not to wince with each step. Some clients really liked it rough.

The Deliveree Boys' building was a modern looking loft at the heart of Seoul. It's outerior was mainly a black and white aesthetic made up of tainted windows and white beams tinted in the signature blue of the site. It wasn't the tallest building, as the number of Deliveree Boys weren't infinite, but architecturally it was quite stunning. Jimin, since he and Kim Taehyung were the most successful and brought in the most profit, lived on the top floor with the skyline view.

Jimin finally reached the last step, leaning onto the wall with his shoulder for support. He wrapped his hand around his side, sucking in a breath at the sharp pain which followed. He frowned when he saw the door was left open.

Jimin's phone chimed in his back pocket as he approached the entry way. He bit his cheek slightly, feeling a warm feeling of hope arise with in his chest. Jimin wanted it to be an order form from Jungkook. He could use the boy's surprising comfort again. Never before had Jimin genuinely anticipated a specific client before. But Jimin's heart quickly dropped. It was another user, a celebrity Jimin had Delivereed for before. One with a keen interest in bondage play.

Jimin slid away his phone as he approached the doorway. He heard the faint high pitched sound of humming coming from inside his apartment, making his pace slow. It was sweet and melodic, almost hypnotic even.

Every. Single. Muscle. Froze.

The company CEO, Seokjin, was standing in Jimin's kitchen. It was an open area, with a table island made of sleek black marble. The man leaned against it elegantly as he finished up mixing some sugar into his coffee mug. His hair was almost pastel pink, but it popped mesmerizingly against his perfect pale skin. His dark rose shirt had the first couple buttons unbuttoned, and a black tie had been loosened around the collar.

Jimin felt himself swallow.

The older man took a couple steps forward and cupped the side of Jimin's cheek. He brushed Jimin's skin with his thumb gently, all the while sipping his freshly brewed double sweetened caramel latte. Jimin tried to force himself to look away, but the strength of Jin's gaze was too strong to pull from.

"Jin?"

The hand fell.

"Jimin." He replied.

The air was so thick Jimin was practically choking on it. And not in a sexy way.

"I brought your paycheck over." Jin replies cooly, his eyes bright. Jimin said nothing as Jin pulled out a heavy but beautifully flourished envelope and tossed it on the table island. This wasn't a man you said thank you for, nor was he known for paying house calls.

Jin took one last elegant gulp of his coffee before setting it down nicely. He walked past Jimin, towards the open door frame only to pause once more making every bone in Jimin's body tense. Jin leaned an elbow on the wall, crossing one leg over his ankle and letting the perfect strands of his hair brush his cheeks slightly to the left.

"I'm decreasing your rest and vacation days."

"N-no, no you can't." Jimin said in a small voice, his heart beating in his chest with desperation. He could already feel tears well up in his eyes. "I'm already working almost every day of the week. You promised, you promised me I'd get whole week off next month."

Jin flashed a sweet, beautiful smile, tucking a stray strand melodically behind his ear. "That was before you decided to exchange pleasantries instead of do your job."

Jungkook. "How-How did you find out about that-"

"We aren't a support system, Jimin," Jin cut off. "Don't become attached. It's disgraceful."

"If this is about Nam-"

"Don't." Jin said sharply. His glare cut into Jimin's skin like a knife. "Go clean yourself up, Park Jimin." He said scornfully. Jimin moves a hand self consciously to his unbuttoned shirt and decorated skin. "Maybe even take a bath as you do so love open water."

Jimin waited in silence until Seokjin left the room. He listened for the door to click, and the soft patter of steps down the stairs to cease. He waited until he was sure that he was alone, to break down and cry.

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A/N - Draaaammmaaaaaaaaaa

Btw, check out Found/Tonight on iTunes. [low key spelled that as itoons and wondered why it was autocorrecting]. That medley made me cry.)

- Violette 🌷