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Jeongukk was in his office, slumped in his leather chair, the dim glow of computer screen casting shadow across his face.
Everyone had long gone, but he couldn't. He neede to think. Breathe.
His thoughts going back to the scene he saw this morning.
Jimin.
On the floor, back arched, ass up, his pale waist.
Jeongukk's hand trembled. He closed his eyes, thumbs resting on his eyes. Trying to stop repeating those obscene images.
All in vain, because the day was about to end, and Jeongukk couldn't stop his mind from replaying that blissful scene.
Heat has been pooling around his stomach for longest now. Having someone to fuck wasn't a hard task for him.
But he didn't need just anyone. Want anyone.
With pent up frustration and untamed urges Jeongukk unzipped his pants, fishing out his thickening cock. It sprang free, already half-hard from the thoughts swirling in his mind.
He wrapped his rough palm around his shaft, giving it a slow, firm stroke from base to tip. Precum beaded at the slit, slicking his grip as he imagined jimin on his knees in front of him. Those full lips parting to take him in.
'Fuck.' he cursed under his breath.
his hips bucking involuntarily, balls tightening heavy and aching. As he pumped faster.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. His fist flew up and down on his, now veiny thick length.
'Shit.'
He thought of that curve. He wanted to sink his teeth into it. Spread those cheeks and bury his cock deep inside his hole.
Jeongukk was sure, Jimin must be as soft as he appear from his face. And pink.
Imagining Jimin's jeans yanked to his thighs, that pert ass exposed and quivering under his grip.
Breath hitching, Jeongukk pumped faster, thumb circling the slit to smear the slickness.
Thoughts of bending jimin over the kitchen island, fucking him raw, making him clench around himself until he screams.
Flashes assaulted Jeongukk more. He wanted to fill jimin with hot spurts of his cum.
Jeongukk's free hand gripped the armrest, knuckles white, hips bucking into his hand. The restraint from earlier shattered here alone, where no one saw the mafia reduced to jerking off like a teenager.
Grunts escaped through clenched teeth, pace brutal now, foreskin sliding over the swollen head.
'Gonna claim that ass, pound it until he's leaking me for days.'
With that final decisive thought orgasm ripped through him. Cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot across his desk. Splattering on the papers and his shirt.
He rode it out, fist milking every drop, chest heaving in the dim light. Wiping his hand on a handkerchief, he tucked himself away, the high fading into a gnawing hunger.
Jimin was undoing him, piece by careful piece.
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Hours later, Jeongukk pulled into the underground garage of his penthouse, the engine's rumble echoing off concrete.
The elevator ride up felt endless, his body still humming from the release, mind replaying the fantasy. He stepped into the foyer, expecting silence.
But light spilled from the living room, and there, at the low table amid scattered tools and porcelain dust, sat Jimin.
Still working.
Jeongukk froze.
"You’re still here.”
Jimin frowned immediately, hands halting, looking up at Jeongukk standing shocked at the entrance.
“Yeah? "
A pause. Jeongukk lifted his wrist to check time.
"It's past 11 PM."
"Really???? Oh shoot....i...I'm sorry, i didn’t even notice."
Jeongukk walked past. Too fast, too stiff, and Jimin narrowed his eyes.
Something was off. Very off.
"Why are you walking like that?”
Jimin asked slowly, making Jeongukk nearly choke.
“I always walk like this.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do.”
“You look like you forgot how your own legs work.”
Jeongukk stopped and closed his eyes for half a second. Regaining his composure.
When he turned to look at Jimin, his face was blank again.
“Go home.” he said flatly.
Jimin didn’t move.
Instead, he stepped closer. Observing.
“You won’t even look at me.”
“I am looking at you.”
“You’re looking at the wall behind me.”
“I prefer the wall.”
Jimin blinked.
“Wait… did something happen?”
Jeongukk's jaw tightened.
“No. Go home. It's late. For both of us."
He muttered with finality.
Glaring at Jimin, because anger is easier than embarrassment.
Turning away immediately.
“No, seriously...what happened?”
Jimin pressed further. Stepping closer.
“You look… off.”
“I look the same.”
“You don’t.”
“That’s your perception.”
“That’s called observation.”
“That’s called assumption.”
Jimin folded his arms, tilting his head. Studying him openly now.
Jeongukk avoided it. Moving towards the counter, pouring himself a glass of water, taking slow sip. Too slow.
Jimin’s eyes sharpened.
“You’re avoiding eye contact.”
“I’m not required to maintain it.”
“Oh, so now you’re formal? After humiliating me all this time.”
“I’ve always been.”
Jimin snorted a sarcastic laugh.
“No, you’ve always been rude. This is different.”
Silence.
Jeongukk sets the glass down with a soft click.
“Finish your work.”
Jimin doesn’t move. Instead, he takes another step forward, invading space like he’s testing a boundary.
“Are you sick?”
“No.”
Jimin stares at him. Hard.
“What.” Jeongukk barked.
“Nothing.”
“Say it.”
“You’re just… quieter.”
“That’s preferable.”
“Not really. I was getting used to you being unbearable.”
Jeongukk turned away again, clearly done with the conversation.
Jimin watched him for a second longer, then rolled his eyes and went back to pack his things. But didn’t stop talking.
“You’re standing in the same spot for the last two minutes.”
“I’m thinking.”
“And clearly, it's not working. So maybe try doing it somewhere else.”
Jeongukk let out a quiet, almost disbelieving breath.
“This is my house.”
“Yet you’re the most awkward person here right now.”
That earned Jimin a look. A proper one.
Sharp. Warning.
But Jimin didn’t flinch.
If anything, it just made him smile.
"There you are. Thought you got replaced.”
“Finish. And leave.”
Jimin gave proper, formal bow to Jeongukk.
“Yes, Mr. Jeon.”
Moment passed in silence. After five minutes, Jimin was already moving towards the main door to leave.
"Weirdo." He added under his breath while opening the door.
“I heard that.”
“Good.”