My Game || Jenmin

♥︎ 17 | Shoulder Massage

Jennie:
Sir, would you like me to give you that sh-shoulder massage?
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"Tears in my eyes, pain in my heart, I will never be happy whilst we are apart"

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I almost choke on my coffee, looking up at her with eyes not much smaller than big ass plates.

I clear my throat, putting down my coffee mug.

Jimin:
I- um-

I clear my throat again. She was staring me down, waiting for my answer. Well, might as well let her try.

Jimin:
Okay.

I reply and she bites her lower lip, walking around my desk to come up behind me.

I shift my chair, bringing it a bit forward for her to comfortably stand behind me.

She slowly grips my shoulders, rubbing her thumb over the back of my neck. Her hands move down, pressing on a particular spot where a sudden muscle of mine relaxed, making me groan.

Author's POV

Jennie stiffens in her spot, gulping at hearing the sudden sound of her Senior.

She licks her lips, focusing on her hands. Her fingers glide down further, pressing on ever muscle she felt rigid. Every now and then Jimin would let out a groan, making Jennie's body tense up every time.

It was honestly the best massage Jimin had received in years and Jimin had gone to many massage salons. He wondered in the back of his mind- she'll be a good masseur.

Jennie's hands were practically right above Jimin's ass, pressing down. Jennie's cheeks were heating up as she felt every tight muscle on his back. She didn't expect his back to be this muscular.

She gulps a thick clump of saliva, hands coming back up.

Jimin:
Uh, just massage here, a bit- wait, hold on.

Jimin says lowly, but loudly enough for Jennie to hear. Motioning to his shoulders and collar bones as he takes off his coat and lay it by the side of his desk.

Jennie's eyes move towards his exposed collar bones, slightly repenting asking him to let her massage.

Jennie's small hands grip onto Jimin's shoulders, slightly pressing her whole palm down while she worked with her thumb.

Jennie:
Is- Is the pressure fine?

She asks, not wanting to enlarge the pain in his shoulders.

Jimin:
Yeah, it's fine.

He replies, opening one of the binders he had laying on his desk. Jennie looks around his office, taking a look out the big window. It had a full view of the city. She mouths a 'wow'.

"This must be pretty view at night," she thinks, biting her lower lip. The office door swings open, making both Jimin and Jennie flinch.

Jennie widens her eyes a bit at the panting woman, head lowered but she recognized her immediately.

Jimin:
Oh- Seulgi.

Jimin mumbles, taking his attention off the binder.

Seulgi:
Jimin-ah, you-

She raises her head, cutting off her own sentence as she discovers Jennie.

Seulgi:
Hey, J-Jennie.

She chuckles lightly and moves her eyes back to Jimin's.

Seulgi:
I wanted to talk to you.