➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 023

Jungkook,I've come to know could be the sweetest,at times.

It is yet proven again,as I look down into the dark liquid of my chocolate latte,little puffs of steam rising up from it as it tickles my nose.One could say the smell of the sweet aroma had my thoughts linking back to the taste of Jungkook's mouth as well,the countless times I've had a taste of lingering chocolate as I sucked his tongue into my mouth,or vice versa.

A little sigh escapes me, reminiscing on all the recent happening since we started this little,sex situationship we had going on quite strongly here.

We were leaving in about another weeks amount of time,and where at first my plan had been to immediately stop what had been spiralling between us once the plane settled it's landing on the private ground of the Jeon's Jets landing lane

I found myself,hesitating.

Especially as Jungkook emerged to be even more endearing as I got to know him.All his flirty antics and seductive tricks learned.The start of the little Dom-Sub dynamic we had going.

Yes,it definitely hasn't been that long since our first kiss,and yet here I was, walking into my office mornings to see the sweet gesture of  a chocolate latte with a little sticky note attached to it, thoughts always wondrount on what he had written on it today.

A sweet taste of chocolate,disguised by the douse of coffee in this cup.
Reminds me quite of the woman drinking it.

~jungkookie

A huff leaves me,his humourous words staying with me throughout the first half of my workday,as I shift through email after email,finish my conference call with Seokjin and the highest authoritative members of my team as we plot and plan  in what order we would array the social events bound to take place once the construction on the new hotels to be built across Singaporean land,would finally be finished.

It's well past twelve when I reach a little break, keeping my electronics on as I munch on the lunch I ordered from the canteen on the fifth floor,it may have been a little stale,but it sufficed at being quite good enough to settle my grumbling stomach.

A groan escapes me at the sight of Seokjin's name flitting across the screen of my personal laptop,set alight beside that of my work amounted one.
Arranging my desk so that he'd only get to glimpse of my face,and not how papers were strewn about everywhere,I answer his call to find both him and Ymori staring at me cheekily.

"And where,why,what,who do I owe the honour to the both of you calling me-
From Jin's phone at that?"
I was flabbergasted, Seokjin's ease of not associating much time to his phone has led me to believe at one point that he didn't know how to use it.

Admittedly,that was quite dumb given that he had to work with electronics daily due to what he did as a job.

"Jinnie mentioned something of how you're usual scowl hadn't admitted it's usual presence today, occuring particularly odd that he just had to gush to me about it.
Care to spill the details of what has you in such a supposed good mood as of late?"
Ymori peeps from behind Seokjin,seeming to be the most interested in what I have to say as Seokjin just watches on with as if being tormented.

Clearly that was not the case,with the words uttering Ymori's mouth.

"First.
Are you two back to fucking?"
I ask,my mouth surely turned down as I disgust myself with an flitting image of Seokjin pounding into Ymori.

"That was one time,goddamn it woman."
Seokjin moans frustratedly into the air, pushing his fringe away from his forehead.

"To answer you're question,no.
He's too busy being fucked by a certain charming specimen of a chaebol,as I am here to drop of some balm that should be able to soothe the dark marks blooming around his neck and down lower.
Presumably his hips.
Isn't that right Seokie baby?"
Ymori smirks into his direction,and I watch amusedly on as Seokjin sputters about,his cheeks a rosy red and growing brighter.

"Oh,I see Kim Taehyung has been keeping you quite busy then,has he?
Is that why he couldn't seem to stop staring at you, the countless times I caught him earlier?"
I asked curiously, chewing on my lip lightly as everything suddenly starts to make sense.

Seokjin's latest abouts at the office stretching longer than his usual workday,the sudden obsession with wearing polo necks,and the accustomed favourite.
My input on if he seems like the bottom type.

"Can we not make this about me and my sexlife ?
We called you because we both speculated on the possibility that you've been quite enjoying yourself with a young chaebol as fucking well.
Isn't that so, Ymori."
Seokjin said, tugging at his hair,before gazing at me intently the nearer his sentence grew to an end.

"Yes,we have indeed been discussing this Seokjin, haven't we?"
She giggled,her hand going to pat at her braids that falls over her shoulder, covering the golden brown skin as she shimmies forward.

"We haven't fucked,we just-"

"Uh huh,were listening Hun.
No need to stop."
Ymori pushed.

"Yes,I'm equally invested in this boring topic suddenly."
Seokjin pushes as well.

Should I tell them that I had no plans to stop,and they just interrupted me instead?

"I-we,I may have had pushed him against the wall in a haze of anger,and things escalated about further than I- I expected."
I clear my throat after the rush of words that leave me.

"And this includes,just what exactly?"
Jin smirks into the camera,full lips glistening with the way he nibbled on it just mere moments before.

"That I kissed him against a couch while seated on his lap,and that a foot massage went to having my legs spread over his shoulders before I rubbed myself against his naked dick until we both came?"

A twin set of gasps rings through my phone,and I carefully glance up at them just to immediately regret it.

Seokjin's eyes are comically spread wide,the tips of his ears turning the slightest of reds,as for Ymori,who doesn't seem that surprised,except for the raise of her one brow and the little smirk on her lips.

"It's not that bad, right?"
I chuckle nervously, twisting the couple of  rings situated on my fingers,one of the somethings that has always helped me settle the sudden on current of nerves,now jumbling about in my abdomen.

"Not that bad,yes.
At least you haven't let him fuck you up against a desk like mister next to me here has let Mr.Kim done to him."
Ymori sighs.

"Ymori,I swear to fucking-"

"Jin?"
I ask,quite unsure what to do with the information just revealed to me.

As flabbergasted as I was now,I don't think I've ever been.

"Don't you dare Jin me,you rode your,no, not even yours,but our  boss,into a couch, so you have no say in which way I get my ass stretched.
Absolutely not!"
He seethes,miserably slapping his hands to his cheeks to calm down the flames of them.

"And here I am,the only one who isn't being fucked or touched inappropriately by her boss."
Ymori fake moans.

"How did I not notice how soul tiring you're annoyance is?"
Seokjin narrows his eye at Ymori,before she sends a pillow flying in his face.

This was going to be quite argumental, wasn't it?

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