"What the fuck have you done?!", Jungkook shouted, his voice was heavy, as if he was trying to suppress the overflowing urge to kill you all.
Oh shit!
Taehyung widened his eyes, and so did you, reason?
The good boy had said his first curse word, and that too, out loud.
You and Taehyung started clapping, wiping fake tears, Taehyung even whistled, the both of you looking at each other, an emotion of admiration in your eyes, for a second even jimin giggled. This confused Jungkook.
As if jimin understood, "holy macaroni, kookie you said your first bad word, woo hoo!!!"
"Our kookie has grown up!!!",Taehyung fake cried.
" I'm so proud of you my child!!! " , You too wiped your tears.
All three of you drunkards sat next to each other, back against the fridge, looking at the poor boy with heart eyes.
Realization hit Jungkook like a big fat truck.
He had said his first *bad word*.
Unknowingly.
And he didn't like it.
He didn't like it at all.
Jungkook sat down, holding his head trying to curl up into a ball. If anything, he was the most civilized man till now.
But now.
He was mad.
He was big mad.
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Boss Of My Heart ββΆ Jikook Fanfiction / Sope ββΆ MATURE
24 parts Complete Mature
24 parts
Complete
Mature
"I could threaten to have you fired again," Jungkook let out and Jimin was momentarily lost for speech, the way only Jungkook seemed to manage.
"But I don't have to use threats to make you submit to me," he breathed out as that hand slipped lower, teasing his body through his white blouse which was so thin, he felt his heated skin beneath it.
"You talk so rudely, but we both know the truth, Angel," he whispered against his ears as his hands slipped lower, over the ripples of his abs and to the waistband of his pants.
Jimin's sane thoughts left him. He forgot where he was, with whom and all the million reasons this was fucking wrong.
"And here's the proof."
And then a moan slipped over his lips as Jungkook's hands landed on the proof. Over the bulge in his pants, his dick aching and hard, probably since the moment he had entered his office and saw him in that expensive Italian suit.
"You want it, Jimin, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes... please?"
Jungkook chuckled darkly as his fingers found Jimin's belt and started to undo it, Jimin's mind turning feral, his breathing coming out faster in anticipation.
"That's not what I want to hear. You know what I want you to say. Yes what?"
And despite the senselessness of this situation, he knew exactly what Jungkook wanted to hear. Knew it was twisted and wrong and proving Jungkook right.
And he still said it.
"Yes, Mr. Jeon. I want it."