BROKEN WINGS

BROKEN WINGS

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The evening sky was painted in tangerine .......indicating an upcoming strom. His eyes were shining with the glow of nature or May be with the pleasure of newly achieved victory. " look at the sun......how beautiful it is.... .........but......it's setting down........." he said lazily taking a deep breath. ".....just like you......" he turned back to see the effect ofhis words. A mischievous smirk appeared on his perfect lips to find the susscce of his words. The fragile beauty in front of him was shivering........ "........ how gorgeous......" he traced her fragile face with his finger causing her stepped back immediately. " .....but......alas......you're going to finished" he decreased the space which has made. He was hearing.......enjoying the sound of her uneven breath. "No no no......don't be afraid....I'm not gonna keep you in hell" he said dramatically. "I'll keep you in my world......." he took his face near her neck. ".......trust me....you're gonna feel......he'll could be much more better ......" he whispered.
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"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."

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