Work |Jikook|

16

I hate this office. Everyone is bending over backwards making sure that a different company doesn't buy our strand of a small company. Jungkook is even more stressed than when we had a market deal with Min Corp. I didn't even know if that was possible. Yet, it is possible.

He didn't sleep last night too, so now he's a bit cranky. I'm trying my best to keep up with the paper work, retrieving and delivering, and making sure Jungkook does not lose it. A stress plus no sleep combo is not good on him. A little mistake will set him off.

"Jimin, what's the status on the buyer and our strand?" Quickly, I pull up the files we have at the moment. We currently have the small company rethinking about selling our strand. If they do still sell it, we're trying to see how much the other company is purposing.

The file doesn't take long to load up before my answers show up. "So Kim Corp. is currently debating about if they still want to sell our strand. By the looks of it, we probably won't lose it." Looking up, I see his body relax a little. Times like this are rough on everyone, especially him. In hopes of helping him relax, I walk over to him and start playing with his hair. Jungkook typically calms down or relaxes more when someone plays with his hair. Found this out when I was playing with it while we were watching a movie together. This man almost instantly passed out.

A soft hum comes from Jungkook once he realizes what I'm doing. He leans his head back and closes his eyes. "I don't know how you know what I need at the moment before I do, but you do," Jungkook speaks softly. He opens up his eyes to look up at me. We both smile at each upon eye contact.

I brake eye contact to look at some of the hairs I was playing with. His hair was getting longer than where he usually grows it out. Not going to lie though, I kind of like it on him. "You're letting your hair grow out longer than usual. Why so?" Jungkook turns his chair around so he can face me.

"I haven't been able to get it cut. Does it look bad?" I slightly laugh hearing the question. I don't understand how he goes straight to worrying about it.

"If it did, I would of cut it by now. The long hair looks good on you. I really like it," another smile forms on Jungkook's lips as I speak. Hopefully I made his day a bit more. And hopefully he won't try to kill his workers.

Since Jungkook turned himself around, I decide to take a seat on the couch. I can't reach his hair to play with it anymore either. He's getting back into his working zone. Playing with his hair is so much fun too. Too bad he decided to turn himself around.

As I start to take my first few steps away, Jungkook grabs me by my waist. He then starts slightly sucking a spot below my jaw and his hands take a hold of my hips.

A nervous laugh leaves my mouth before I ask him a question. "Jungkook, w-what are you doing?" His hands slowly make their way to the bottom of my shirt and start to untuck it, completely ignoring my question. The need to stop him is there, but my mind is too foggy to stop him.

Soon a small moan escapes my lips once he finds my sweet spot on the base of my neck. That pulls me back to reality. I pull away from him the best I can and face him. Jungkook looks like he's about to blow up or pounce on me. I don't know which one worse.

"We're going home," Jungkook's words are deep and very commanding. I let out a small whimper slightly terrified. He seems to enjoy my whimper noise because he smirks before dragging me out of the office.

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Once I enter the bedroom, Jungkook is taking off everything I'm wearing. In the moment, I do the same to him. Our car ride was a bit heated because he kept on doing things to me he knows turns me on. He even started to expose his chest some.

My back hits the bed and he gets on top of me right after. That's when I instantly feel him. "Jungkook!" I scream his name from getting no preparation. He slows down after my scream and let's me adjust a little. His size is something that isn't to be messed with. It's something you need to be prepared for.

Once I fix my hips, he places his lips on mine to distract me the pain that is coming. I can feel the tears stroll down my face once he thrusts hard into me. He takes a hold of my face to prevent me to leave our kiss. The pain that was there at first, but slowly leaving due to his distraction.

I break our kiss for some air, followed along with high pitched moans. Jungkook seems to get turned on more by the moans I let out. This causing me to nonstop moan. He goes even harder than before and traps me in another kiss. That's when my mind goes fuzzy.

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Waking up, it's already dark outside. What even happened? I remember starting to get destroyed, but nothing much afterwards. Did I really blackout during sex? Where's Jungkook so I can ask him what happened? Hopefully he can explain something.

Rolling over, I see that he's not in bed. He must of already got up. That's rare when he does. I want to get up to see if I can find him, but I just know not to. Last time he was rough, I couldn't walk for the whole weekend. Today was only Tuesday, a whole week ahead of us.

The door to his bedroom creaks open. My head snaps in that direction to see Jungkook standing there with a nervous smile and two small boxes. What could he be nervous about after what happened in bed? Also what's in the boxes?

"So, I know that you won't be able to walk for a bit," Jungkook says slowly while walking over, "So I got you some painkillers." He lifts up one box and I gladly take it from him. My lord and savior. I take them right away with the cup that was on my night stand.

He takes a seat next to me, while holding out the other box. Looking down, I read what it says. Day after. "Jungkook, you didn't forget to-" he cuts me off.

"I am so sorry, Jimin-ah. Last night I couldn't control myself. It's still a blur for me since my hormones really got the best of me," Jungkook still looks nervous. I'm not really mad, but we both should of made sure he wrapped it before he tapped it.

"Don't worry about. I can't even remember what happened earlier," I say softly. Jungkook pulls me into a hug while I gasp a little from pain.

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, "Jimin, I could tell when your eyes got hooded and you could only speak satoori." I really blacked out then because we speak a mix of satoori and gyeonggi to each other. Never full satoori unless it's during a sexual exchange that makes our minds fuzzy.