~HONEY SWEETS~

4- Crème brûlée PT.2

Whoop whoop! I'm back and dirtier then ever!
Still not dead though! I'm on a 2 weeks vacation so expect lots of smutty shit ;) sorry for dying for a while but don't worry this is spicy
Now, just enjoy the sex, sit back and relax!
Enjoy!

Finally in a sharp turn they arrive in a very big parking space. Hundreds of cars were parked there, all high end ones. No cars was out of place, as if there was designated place for each one of them (a/n: finally there's no car in middle of the lane or taking up three parking spaces). Jungkook was intrigued as he watched from the window.

They arrived in a bigger parking space with very few cars there. This must be for the higher ups. Jungkook thought. They finally parked in a bigger space designated for the CEO. The car engine stopped and the windows rolled down automatically.

Contrary to my expectation the press was already running to the car trying to get his photo or some juicy info.
They were very much blocking the passage. Reporters of all ages and genders were there crowding the limousine.

There was a lot of pushing and screaming, their words were some sort of mixture of "Yoongi", "Mister Min here please" or "Do you have any informations to disclose?"

I was practically banging his head on the limousine's windows. The car wasn't even opened yet and he could already hear screaming, I sighed. Fucking press.
I quickly looked back at the hybrid in the back, it seems no one even saw him yet, too focused on getting some juicy info to care.
The hybrid had his ears down, slightly scared of the loud noise outside.

Nose twitching and eyes searching for the cause of all the noise.
He was still in his crop top and shorts, ears peaking out of his beanie (a/n: *in Jackson's voice* cute)

In any other situation I would've had nosebleed, an epilepsy and then die of asphyxiation but I am just so  fucking done with the press.
I asked his chauffeur (a/n: fancayyyyy French word was used, it means driver btw) to open Jungkook's door while I open the mine, once the door was opened...

Let's just say it was worst than World War Z, the press ran, there was microphones in all directions, and there were bombarding my ears with question. I desperately try to look over their heads to try and find Jungkook (a/n: smol lil meow meow)

It seems that he got out of the car with a little effort from his driver. Even if the press was focused on him they instantly heard and ran to Jungkook's door and started to surround him. Apparently they saw his ears (a/n: no shit sherlock) and collar because from here I could hear even louder screams and more questions.

I quickly ran over to try and find Jungkook. After a lot of pushing and shoving I saw a small figure in the middle squished between bodies (a/n: that B.O that Jungkook must be smelling tho) He was there trembling, ears flat on his head trying to find somewhere to escape to. My heart clenched at this and with a last push I ran and called for Jungkook.

"Jungkook!" the cameras started and the intensity of the flashes almost blinded me
"M-master...?" he asked tears in his eyes
He got out of the crowd pushing reporters on the way. A particularly reporter was still asking Jungkook some questions when the hybrid tried the motherfucker- the reporter grabbed his arm, determined to interview him. (a/n: fucking inside edition I swear)

"Mister, can you please tell us your connection with CEO Yoongi? Are you his pet? Slave? His potential lover? How did you meet him? Did he force you into to this?"
"No! He's- he's very gentle a..and accepting, he's not what you think he is!" Yoongi can see Jungkook starts to blush ears no longer flat on his head but on top of his head twitching slightly