The Pilot || MinJoon

Chapter 5

"Don't go, I'll take the job," Namjoon whispered. The pilot didn't know what came over him-- why was he trying to stop this rich, beautiful man from leaving? It's not like he was desperate for a job. But for some reason, he just couldn't let him walk away. Not like this anyway. 

Jimin slightly softened at the older boy's touch, though he was still smarting from Namjoon's words earlier. Still, the fact that he came over to stop him from leaving must be a sign that the man couldn't be that bad. 

Even though he indirectly admitted to sleeping around with flight attendants just for the heck of it. Even though he seemed to imply that Jimin was a slutty man with too much time and money on his hands. 

No, you're not getting off that easily, the young CEO thought to himself.

Gently, the silver-haired boy freed his wrist from Namjoon's grasp and gave him a slight nod. "That's good. Then I'll see you at the office. My address is on the card I gave you. I'll let my assistant know that I'm expecting you, so you shouldn't have any problems."

"Won't you at least finish your dinner? You've barely eaten anything," Namjoon asked.

Shaking his head, Jimin gave the older boy a rueful smile. "No. Like I said, I'm leaving your bag here with the guard. Don't worry about the bill, I've got it covered."

"I'm sorry," Namjoon said quietly.

Jimin took a step towards the young pilot and touched him lightly on the cheek. Namjoon's eyes widened when he felt the businessman's hand slide from his cheek to the side of his neck, down to his shoulder, the feather-light caress ending in a gentle squeeze on his bicep.

"I know you are," Jimin murmured. "I'll see you at the office, Captain."

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Namjoon couldn't sleep. After tossing and turning in his bed, he decided to get up and do something, anything. He was tired of looking at his ceiling, thoughts of a certain silver-haired boy racing through his mind.

He still couldn't believe that he was such an asshole towards the guy. And to think that Jimin just offered him a fucking job and was about to pay him extremely well for it! 

Shaking his head, Namjoon made his way from his bedroom to the living room, his bare feet making no sound on the wooden floors of his apartment. Taking in the view from his window, he could still see a few lights twinkling from the busy Seoul streets, as well as from the neighboring buildings. 

Perched on a low shelf beneath his window were a few bonsai plants. All of the miniature trees were already shaped to his liking, save for one. The untouched bonsai plant had light green leaves and delicate, pale pink flowers. Looking at it, the plant reminded Namjoon of someone delicate, yet strong. Beautiful, but mysterious at the same time.

Jimin. 

The raven-haired boy grabbed his clippers and began to trim the plant, shaping it into a graceful form. And all the while, he was thinking about the way Jimin caressed him, his touch leaving a fiery trail against his skin.

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Jimin couldn't sleep. Was he hungry? No, he had a sandwich just a few hours ago. Maybe a hot bath would help? No, he didn't feel like a bath at all. Besides, he had a shower minutes after arriving home. The fact that he's fed, clean, and exhausted from the flight should've made falling asleep easier. On any other night, he would be out like a light. But this wasn't like any other night.

Goddamn you, you unnecessarily tall pilot with your stupid dimples and long legs and beautiful hands and devastating smile, Jimin thought to himself, groaning while burying his face into his pillow.

Did Namjoon have to be so damn attractive? And did he have to be so fucking attracted to him? 

It's been a while since anyone captured Jimin's attention this way. There was this striking boy, Suho, from his high school Kendo team that he had a crush on for what seemed like forever. They actually became a thing, but after several months, they decided to break it off after the boy decided that he actually wanted to try dating girls. 

Then there was this highly muscled Greek guy, Stavros, who Jimin met during his college years in London. That one was a sex machine, but after several weeks, Jimin broke things off when it became very clear that they were only compatible on a physical level. 

 Namjoon though. My god, Namjoon.

Handsome. Tall. Smart. Competent. And so, so, very sexy. It was almost unfair. Jimin was afraid that if he came to know more about the guy, he might discover things that would make him like the pilot even more. And that would be highly inconvenient, especially now when he was making big moves in the hotel industry.

Nope I don't have time for romance right now, not even for sleeping around, Jimin fiercely thought. 

But he couldn't help it. Thoughts of Namjoon holding his hand, gently caressing the sensitive spot near his lips, was making him crazy with desire. Jimin's hand moved as if it had a mind of his own, drifting from his bare chest, down to the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

Fuck, I'm hard, Jimin thought while sliding his hand down his rigid length. Gripping his cock, he slowly slid his hand up and down, relishing in the feel of his own hot hand. 

"Namjoon," Jimin gasped as he pressed down on the slit of his sensitive tip. 

He couldn't take it anymore. Jimin slipped off his pajamas, then grabbing the nearest pillow, he placed the discarded nightwear over it. The young CEO was already lightly sweating, his skin flushed with desire as he straddled the silk-covered pillow and started rubbing his length against it.  

Jimin slowly thrust against the pillow, his dick rubbing sensuously against the silky material. Moaning, the silver-haired boy humped the pillow faster, his head thrown back as he imagined doing this with Namjoon.

"F-fuck," Jimin cried out, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more frenzied as he thought about kissing Namjoon, sucking Namjoon's cock, and letting Namjoon fuck him roughly until he was a crying, moaning mess. 

Fuck I'm coming, Jimin thought as his balls tightened, and with a strangled cry, he came, thin ribbons of white, creamy cum arcing over the pillow to land on the silk of his pajamas.

Panting, Jimin flopped back down on the bed, his hips still thrusting against the pillow which was now gripped tightly between his thighs. 

After a few minutes, Jimin's eyes grew heavy, and sated, naked, but still shaking with desire for Namjoon, he finally fell asleep. 

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Sooo... Namjoon works on his plants when he can't sleep, and Jimin does... that. 😜

It's my first time writing a steamy scene, so please bear with me 😂

To everyone who has been reading, thank you so much! In case you're wondering how often I update, I usually write a new chapter every 2 to 3 days. It's about to get more exciting, and we'll be meeting the other characters in the next chapter.

Borahae! I love you!