YOU ARE THE BEST OF ME || JIKOOK ✅

15

JUNGKOOK POV

Jimin drifted off to sleep.

I suspected that the stress of the weekend had kept him from sleeping well.

I'd already crossed so many lines that I didn't think it mattered that he was sleeping on the job.

As he'd drifted off, his head had slumped forward.

By the time his breathing had totally evened out, his nose was buried in my crotch and warm air continued to engulf my cock through my thin dress pants.

At some point, his hand reached up and found the silk lining of my coat.

My initial reaction was to pull it free and worry about damage to the fabric but one glance down at his face had me willing to give him the coat for keeps.

I'd known that he was inexperienced but I hadn't fully appreciated just how little experience he'd had until he'd started to open up.

I debated with myself if I should wake him or let him sleep and the part of me that liked seeing him relaxed told me to let him sleep.

He'd adjusted himself so he was no longer on his knees, allowing me to worry less about his circulation and I was pretty sure that we were free from Tae until at least after lunch.

Sujin had let it slip that they'd been out drinking with the Grizz the night before and neither of them were fit to be seen in public.

It was a damn good thing the man was my brother and that we had absolutely nothing pressing going on at the office that week.

Nearly thirty minutes later, Jimin jolted upright and looked around my office, his unfocused eyes filled with confusion.

"Shh. You're fine."

My voice pulled a yelp from him and he fell backward, nearly hitting his head on the leg of the chair in front of my desk.

"Whoa, there."

I slid to the floor and helped him sit up again.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry. Shit."

He ran his fingers through his hair, then wiped at his mouth like he thought he might have been drooling. "I didn't mean to. Fuck. I don't even remember—"

Before he could continue, I placed my index finger over his lips to silence his rambling.

When he stopped speaking, I smiled and let my pride be heard in my voice. "Good boy."

And damn if those words didn't have him sitting up just a little straighter. "If I needed or wanted you to get up, I would have woken you. Let me worry about where you should be and when."

Jimin stared at me for a number of seconds, his mouth parted slightly as the panic in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"I don't know if I can do that."

His honesty caused me to smile.

Hell, everything about the man in front of me was causing that reaction.

As foreign as letting someone else take his worries was for Jimin, having someone make me smile was just as foreign.

Going with my gut, I ran my hands up his arms. "Well, we're going to have to figure out how to help you with that."

Jimin's pupils dilated but he kept looking.

When he found his voice again, his words came out flirty and husky. "Yeah? And how do you plan on helping?"

I dropped my hands to his waist and pulled him closer to me.

It was an awkward position me on the floor, legs spread open and Jimin between my legs, his knees nearly in my crotch but I wanted him closer.