Working together has become easier now that your feelings have been confessed. The office is no longer a playing field for sneaky hook-ups, but a mini-game of eye-fucking foreplay. He stares at you and seductively runs his tongue along his teeth as he passes through. You flutter your eyelids and unconsciously bite at your lip. It's not until after he leaves that you can breathe again.
"Y/N, what the fuck's going on?" Seri nudges you and whispers.
"Nothing. What do you mean?"
"You guys are totally eye-fucking." You turn away but she grabs your arm and peers into your blushing face. "No fucking way," she enthuses.
"Shh," you urge, glancing around the room. "Don't make a big deal about it."
"Are you guys dating?"
"No, we're just having fun."
"Oh, my God," she sighs, looking as if she might faint. "I can't believe you landed him."
"I'm not reporting him," you quickly clarify, "I like him."
"That's fine, Y/N. As long as you're happy," she smiles. "I just wish you would've told me. That's so hot. Fucking the boss."
You cover your face with makeshift sweater paws and drown in embarrassment. "Please, don't tell anyone."
She promises and squeals into her own sweater paws before calming herself with a few deep breaths and electing to make a coffee run. "I need fresh air," she wails as if the news affects her directly.
Areum volunteers to help carry the cups back to the office, and they leave together discussing whether certain perfumes should only be worn seasonally. It takes a while for them to return with the bulk order, but, surprisingly, you aren't dying for caffeine. Lately, life has been just fine without it.
When Seri delivers your cup, you peak inside and joke, "No poison?"
"You wish," she winks.
You sip the warm liquid and let it linger on your tongue. The taste is a bit off, but you understand the barista must've been busy preparing the long list of drinks, so you give them the benefit of the doubt and gulp the bitter beverage without complaint. After a few minutes, you begin to feel strange and clutch at your stomach.
"Seri, what was in that coffee?"
"Are you still joking?"
"No, I feel—"
You dart to the restroom to vomit, barely making it in time. The flow is uncontrollable, and you don't have much food in your system to give. The acid burns your throat like nails ripping through your esophagus. Tears stream down your face as the cramps worsen. What the fuck is happening?
"Y/N!" Seri cries, kneeling to pull back your hair. "You aren't pregnant, are you?"
Fuck. Are you?
"No, I'm on birth control," you choke between expulsions. "Get Mr. Park."
Seri leaves your side and quickly returns with Jimin who immediately stoops beside you with a cold, wet handkerchief to wash your face. Your heavy eyelids hover open just enough to gauge his worried expression, still pretty and shining under stress.
"What's wrong?" he queries.
"I don't know. This doesn't feel right. I've never been sick like this before," you croak, reflexively clawing at your throat to soothe the internal itch. It hurts like hell to talk.
"Did you eat today?"
You shake your head in denial, and he sighs with his head hung low, wishing he would've brought you breakfast. You reach for his face, planning to push his hair away from his forehead, but you gag and angle yourself over the toilet bowl instead. He rubs circles between your shoulder blades and rests his head on your back. He comforts you with love and patience. "It's all right. I've got you. It'll be over soon."
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Control | PJM
Fanfiction"We shouldn't do this here," he realizes minutes after already committing the sin. "So, take me to your office," you say, completely willing and hungrier than before. - A woman lacking control of her life, and a man with too much of it. When their w...
