Boss From Hell | Th+Jm

T H I R T Y - T H R E E 🌙

It was humiliating, to say the least. So humiliating that his secretary who he was slowly beginning to fancy (but he denied) caught him toying with himself in his office. Jimin's feet were glued to the floor with an unreadable expression.

"J-jimin-,"

"You nasty fuck!"

"It's my office, it's your fault for not waiting for a signal that im not beating my meat." He rolled his eyes and zipped up his pants.

"My eyes oh goodness save me." Jimin slapped his hand over his eyes and Taehyung winced in pain as he wasn't exactly done with his job so the pain was a bit unbearable.

"I blessed your eyes today admit it." Jimin glared at him. He had to admit it was huge. With all the sex he's ever had he doesn't remember seeing anything that big. He shook his head as he couldn't believe he was thinking about his employer's dick size.

"You're so cocky. Literally." Jimin picked the paper up off the ground and slammed it on his desk. He tried his best not to look at his crotch but that was near impossible with how bulky it was.

"Are you looking because you want to help? I would appreciate it." Jimin stood there with a look on his face that Taehyung couldn't decipher. What would usually take him a second to answer took him a minute.

Was he actually contemplating it?

"No you horny fuck. Sign!" He took a pen out of his penholder and slammed it on the sheet. Taehyung picked it up and scribbled his signature. "I'm going to sue you for emotional distress. This is too much." he grabbed the paper aggressively and turned around.

"Im going to counter sue you for cock distress." Taehyung mumbles under his breath.

"I heard that! Please go to a club and get you a prostitute tonight. You need it!" Jimin walked out of his office and slammed his door shut. Taehyung threw his head back in his chair. He wasn't disgusted with himself for what he was doing. It was totally normal for men especially in his circumstance with no wife or no significant other.

He was disgusted with himself for why he was doing it. He shivered and shook his head, getting up to lock his door so hopefully, Jimin won't interrupt him until he's finished.

A few minutes later, his desk phone rang and he picked it up.

"Hello, Mr. Kim. They need the keys to the car you asked to be repaired." The clerk says. Taehyung hums and hangs up. He opens the office door and sees Jimin texting with a frown on his face. He looked up and turned his phone.

"Mina's getting a little better but not by much. I hope she recovers soon." Taehyung nods.

"The repair company needs your car keys." Jimin furrowed his eyebrows.

"I didn't call a repair company."

"I know. I did." Jimin gasp and stood up. he was about to thank his boss with a hug until he remembered what happened a little over thirty minutes ago. He, instead, punched his arm and made sure his car keys were in his pocket while he impatiently ran to the elevator.

"Thank you so much!" He squeaks before the elevator door closes. The taller shook his head and disappeared back into his office.

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Hoseok walked up to the huge house and marveled at it, nearly tripping on the marble steps. It was beautiful. He slowly knocked on the door. After a little while, there was no answer and he tried the bell. He sighed as he bent down to place the goody bag on the floor.

Suddenly the door swung open and Hoseok quickly stood straight. The man in the door frame rubbed his nape with a tired expression. He was wearing sweatpants and a white T-shirt.