SMALL DOSES || JIKOOK✅

10

JUNGKOOK POV

My first day of work had
arrived and I was relieved to discover I'd woken to an
empty apartment.

Tae, having left for the salon,
had decided to give me one
final instruction in his absence.

Sitting on the kitchen table was
a note wishing me good luck
and letting me know hobi
would be picking me up at noon.

Cue the nerves taking hold as
I tested my blood sugar level
and made myself some eggs
and toast, hoping they would stay down.

The ride to the club was spent
in tortured silence.

Hobi side-eyed me the whole
way but he left me to my thoughts.

The second I stepped inside
the office and closed the door, then saw my new boss sitting behind the desk, arms folded
as he lounged back in his chair,
I had a hard time speaking.

Hell, he was hot, my gaze
darting over every inch in view.

As he gave me a strained smile, biceps bunching through the sleeves of his snug-fitting
t-shirt, my mouth became inexplicably dry.

Jesus Gaaaahd!

Every time I saw Park Jimin, the ever-increasing impact of his presence overwhelmed me.

Went straight to my groin.

And even as he sat there regarding me with a cold air
of indifference, my tie felt too tight while I exhaled, then took in another huge lungful of air.

"Have a seat." he urged, smirk appearing as if he sensed my discomfort.

More than anything I wanted to leap over the desk and have my way with him, even though I knew that would be a mistake.

I had to stay strong.

Had to, if I wanted to get through this and every other workday.

It was a shame my dick chose to disagree with that sentiment.

Deciding to play it cool, I answered with a confident.

"Yes, sir." His gaze roamed over me as I set down my backpack and did as he'd asked.

Clearing his throat, Jimin rested his elbows on the desk and tented his fingers, intense gray-blue eyes giving nothing away.

Which was a good thing, I supposed considering I felt
like I was about to explode
with need.

"I have your hard-on." he mumbled in a low, husky voice.

He shifted in his seat, leaning across the desk.

"My hard what?" I couldn't have heard him right.

His eyes and scent held me within my stupor so it stood to reason my hearing was
suffering right along with
every other part of me.

He smirked. "Hardware."

"To do your job, you need the right equipment, wouldn't you agree?" He turned in his chair and opened the oak credenza behind his desk.

What the hell is he trying
to do?

Have me come in my pants
like a horny fifteen-year-old?

It took me a few moments to notice what he had clutched
in his hands.

When he slid the laptop case across the desk and grinned, I realized what he was doing, his teasing tone and choice of
words telling me he was
trying to torture me.