The Boss (Jikook Fanfic)

The Boss (Jikook Fanfic)

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Park Jimin é empresário muito famoso e modelo,só que se aposentou da carreira cedo pra focar em negócios mais sérios,dizia ele. Jungkook havia acabado de se formar em publicidade,mas já tinha estudos avançados em diversas matérias,um dos alunos mais disputados pelas empresas de Seul. Após receber tentas propostas por e-mail,o menino Jungkook finalmente marcou sua primeira entrevista.Ele estava nervoso e inquieto,agora advinhe quem será essa entrevista? Isso mesmo haha A arrogância e maldade de Jimin,junto com a simplicidade e audácia de Jungkook trancados na mesma sala em uma entrevista não muito agradável. Meninas e meninos,se preparem,porque ossos vão rolas. História baseada em: O Diabo Veste Prada
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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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