Banana cocktail

“He's fucking handsome, Taehyung~ah...” Jimin sighs plaintively and presses his lips to a thin paper straw, sipping another shot of caffeine. Jimin looks through the window at the sunny streets of Seoul, into which the nearest star to planet Earth looks with thin rays. But this star is nothing to Jimin compared to Min Yoongi. This star is much brighter, much more beautiful than all the stars in any galaxy, and it doesn’t compare with them. But they still have something in common. Min is as inaccessible and unattainable as any celestial body. Jimin knows this better than anyone. “Park Jimin,” Taehyung, abruptly knocks his fist on the table, pulling his friend out of his vulgar fantasies, which he had heard a hundred years in advance, Jimin wouldn’t write dissertations, but scripts for porn, he would succeed much better in them, and the salary would be higher, what's more, “you've already fucked me up with your Yoongi,” Kim responds in a gruff voice, to which Jimin just blows his lips. He knows that he got Taehyung with his endless admiration for the new director of the University where he has been working for more than one year. Yoongi appeared in him out of the blue. As always, Jimin was getting ready for work in the morning: a perfectly pressed white silk shirt was flowing over his pumped-up body, freshly brewed coffee was already waiting for Park on the kitchen table while he was handling the leather belt on his hips. Only one thing became unusual — SMS to the phone. Jimin often gets them from students, but certainly not in the mornings, when all normal students are asleep at six in the morning, and Jimin is quietly going to a lecture. Before he even finished buckling his belt, Park went to his desk, took his phone off wireless charging and opened a chat with teachers, which they usually write all sorts of crap into, but there are also useful messages, such as canceling a lesson at Jimin's, which means he can lie in bed a little more and maybe catch another dream. But the message that came in said: "Starting today, we have a new boss – Min Yoongi. He signed the documents yesterday and is now officially our director." It wouldn't matter, Jimin didn't care about the lantern at all, the last director and this one would be, Jimin thought, until they were called to a meeting. The director wanted to see his subordinates and get acquainted. Park wouldn't have cared about the streetlamp until he saw this very director. Would Jimin have met him on the street, thought he was a model or an actor, maybe an idol? But definitely not the director of the University. Almost snow-white hair, the color of fresh snow, perhaps the same soft, gray-brown, fox-like eyes, thin slightly pink lips, metal rings-earrings in her ears, some wore chains; long, it seems that musical fingers, pale, like porcelain skin. Jimin's jaw dropped all the way to the floor and he didn't want to go back to his rightful place until the last moment. Not after what he'd seen. Park wanted to erase his memory and see the new director again. Because Jimin couldn't believe it. What did someone as ethereally beautiful as Min Yoongi forget in High School, and not on the podium?! His photos should be on the covers of the most popular magazines in South Korea, and this is not even discussed. Except that Director Park gave him a cold and completely indifferent look, as if he didn't exist at all, to Yoongi of course. Min made it clear from the doorway that this was strictly a business relationship, nothing more, nothing less. It's like he's built a fortress around himself. He was not led to anything and no one, and in fact there was someone and what. From the young teachers to the female students who never missed a chance and made eyes at the headmaster, who spoke about his beauty and stunning appearance, and Park didn't dare argue with them. He'd write a poem about Yoongi if he could help it, but God, he was annoyed by all those looks from the female sex. I wanted to rip everyone's eyes out and make Min look only at him. But it was all just Jimin's dream. He himself was inconspicuous, quieter than water, lower than grass. He was never late for his lectures, passed all his reports on time, and the students loved him very much. This teacher was "straight credit", as students expressed it in his direction. Astronomy with Jimin, whether you want it or not, you'll love it. Jimin doesn't just give lectures, he talks and shows. The students don't take their eyes off the lecturer, well, because it's interesting. Park turns lectures into something unusual. He always speaks with admiration and interest, evoking the same feelings among students. Jimin doesn't do much homework, but the students always do it to the best of their ability, because Jimin has become a once-beloved teacher. Almost never calls to the blackboard, doesn't pick up phones, often chats with students about all sorts of nonsense, advises films, and not only about space. Park is given to work one hundred percent and in return receives the same amount, sometimes even more. But after Yoongi shows up, Jimin is restless. Park became is more nervous and strange. Once again, he doesn't leave the classroom, he skips lunch much more often, as well as meetings, and there's only one reason – Min fucking Yoongi. The director who literally drives Jimin crazy just by looking at him, and you can forget about the voice altogether. Always hoarse, deep and calm, Jimin even gets aroused a couple of times just by the sound of his voice, which is why he tries not to cross paths with Min, knows what will happen if he accidentally touches him or smiles, Jimin will fall on his knees in front of him at the same time ,praying to all the gods he knows. he knows, to feel that touch again, to see that smile again. Park has already begun to reflect on his once "traditional" orientation, which crumbles like ashes at the sight of Min. How else can you explain Jimin's wild desire, in which the director pushes him down on the bed and mercilessly fucks him in the mattress? So Jimin doesn't know either. Two months later, Park is already crazy about Yoongi, and he's decided to speak out to his best friend, Kim Taehyung, who used to make fun of Jimin, but now he's throwing up to avoid hearing that name because, " How long have you been pining for him?". And Jimin doesn’t care about it, he continues to pour out his heart to Kim, not hoping for support, just need someone to listen to him, not necessarily say that everything will be OK and so on. Because Park can't keep quiet, he'll be torn apart. “Well, Te...” Park whines plaintively, looking into his friend's eyes with puppy eyes, apologizing for speaking out every time, unable to restrain himself. Taehyung just rolls his eyes. “What are you suggesting I do? I don't know your Yoongi at all,” Kim spreads his arms wide, not understanding what exactly Park wants from him, Taehyung is powerless in this situation. He doesn't know Ming and has never seen him in person, only on the photos Jimin showed him. And not Taehyung's matchmaker, even if he knew Yoongi, judging by Jimin's stories, this is not a person, but a real block of ice, Kim would definitely not be able to bring them together. Taehyung waves his hand, saying: “Don't make a big deal out of a molehill,” even though he can clearly see his friend's eyes, which almost make hearts pop when Park talks about him. “I'm not asking anything of you...” Park breathes, knowing that Taehyung is in this situation nothing can help him. This makes me sad, sad even somehow. Who is Park Jimin compared to Min Yoongi, a regular cadre in High School who can be fired in one day. “Jim, listen,” Kim says suddenly, and Jimin snaps his head back from the countertop and glares unreadably at his friend. Did you really think of something? Does he really know how to help? “Why don't you try to talk to him? Just to talk about work at least, you're colleagues after all,” Jimin is doomed sighs, he didn't tell Taehyung about the sudden hard-on from Yoongi's voice, he'll definitely say that he's a fool, he's crazy, he's lost his mind, and in general it's time for him to go to the psych ward. “He's not going to eat you for this,” Taehyung said, somewhat hesitantly, immediately receiving a surprised look from Jimin. Jimin didn't even try to talk to Yoongi. Park's looks are the envy of everyone, but Yoongi didn't fall for it. Light brown, blonde hair, bangs that constantly fall over the forehead, expressive square-blue eyes, plump pink lips, a gorgeous smile in all directions, Yoongi did not catch in any way. No one or anything in the place had ever caught on to him. “I doubt he'll listen to me. So this is a dead number, Tae,” Jimin turns back to the window, where nothing has changed, just different cars passing by and different people passing by.

***

“Teacher, Park,” says a student from the third row, raising her hand. Jimin looks up from checking the group's test papers and finds the girl with his gaze. “Yes, Hayeon?” Jimin raises an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for another question. “You said something about a supernova yesterday, but you still haven't told us,” the girl smiles sweetly and lowers her hand. Jimin looks at Hayoung, and then at all the students who started "nodding along" to the classmate. “Can you tell us about it?” Park understands that checking the exams will have to be postponed at home, because Jimin's priority is always the student's interest in the subject. That's even a good thing. “Of course,” Jimin smiles and gets up from the table, walks around it and sits on the edge, folding his arms over his chest. “Actually, the word "supernova" is not really about a star, it's more about the process itself,” Jimin is very flattered by the students' interest in his subject, he is glad to see the admiration on the students' faces, and willingly answers all their questions, because he once asked them himself. “Supernova or supernova flare in another way — this is a phenomenon in which a star dramatically increases its brightness by 4-8 orders of magnitude, followed by the attenuation of the flash. This phenomenon is the result of a cataclysmic process that occurs at the end of the evolution of some stars and is accompanied by the release of a huge amount of energy.” “And after that?” Jimin looks at the student from the front row, Ligun. “And then, the star explodes and dies,” a unanimous "wow" rushes through the audience, and Jimin praises himself. The working day came to an end, Jimin gave the last lecture, which didn’t pass without admiring glances and sighs. Park does not forget to take the tests, which he will check at home tonight and, closing the classroom, goes out into the corridor and heading out of the University building. Jimin furiously scribbles something to Taehyung in a message about how his couples went today, turns around the corner and does not notice the person in front of him going to a meeting, after a couple of seconds both collide with their foreheads. Jimin's phone falls out of his hands and falls flat on the floor. Park hears the crackle of the screen through a fleeting pain in his head and mentally covers this man with a three-story obscenity. “Are you all right?” Suddenly, a familiar voice shoots Park in the head worse than champagne. Jimin freezes like a stone statue, unable to answer anything. He's even afraid to look up at someone who's dangerously close right now. Park looks like a terrified kitten with Cerberus standing in front of him, ready to tear him apart. — Park Jimin seems, right? — an absolutely indifferent voice, which is reflected by a slight stab in the very heart. Jimin forces himself to look up at the director, because it's disrespectful to an older person. “Everything's fine,” well, except that the trousers got too tight. Jimin grabs the phone as quickly as possible, bypasses the Mine at all speeds and moves in the direction of the exit. As long as he didn't see, didn't notice, and didn't stop. Jimin storms out of the building. Jimin's heart is racing, as if he ran a hundred meters in one breath. Goosebumps covered my body like thousands of stars, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Jimin is already in a fever, and Park forgets about the blow and the possible bruise that will appear tomorrow. Now you need to come to your senses and quickly get rid of the boner, which is not sudden. Jimin turns his head in search of his Audi, because after the collision, Park completely forgot about everything in the world, as if he was reborn. Jimin finds a white car and rushes towards it at full speed. As if everything were falling out of his hands, the keys rolled somewhere under the car, the papers scattered on the asphalt, Jimin picked up his things with shaking hands and, removing the car from the lock, quickly started the engine and pressed the gas pedal all the way down. Park got home in a record fifteen minutes, violating a couple of traffic rules, but at the time of the trip he was not up to it. Jimin was aroused and his body needed urgent discharge, so the needle on the speedometer didn't drop below a hundred until he got home. Park, not forgetting to take the papers from the passenger seat, flies into the entrance and pushes the elevator button several dozen times, as if this would make it arrive faster. Jimin already regretted that he had settled on the eleventh floor instead of the first, because it seemed like the elevator was going for a longer time than ever. His knees are shaking treacherously as Jimin runs to in his apartment, his fingers refuse to obey, because of this, Jimin was able to open the door only from the sixth time. His body burns like Jimin is standing in the mouth of an erupting volcano. Park takes off her clothes on the move as he moves towards the bathroom, because her clothes seem to be pressing and getting in the way, he wants to take off absolutely everything. That's what Jimin did, left completely naked, with a shameful boner. Park quickly enters the shower stall and turns on the cold water faucet several times, otherwise Jimin will just burn alive. Water pours from above from a rain shower and Park exhales, the fire is extinguished, you can live. But there is still one unresolved problem. Jimin slowly looks down. “Fuck....” Park exhales and squints. There is only one solution to this problem. But this decision is accompanied by very obscene thoughts and pictures about one single person. Jimin mentally berates himself for jerking off to his own boss right now, but there's just no other way. As long as no one finds out. Park exhales noisily and rings his throbbing penis with his fingers, his body feels like an electric shock, Jimin has not been interested in amateur activities for a long time, and he did not think that at the age of twenty-four he would masturbate like a schoolboy. Jimin tightens his grip on the aroused flesh and begins to move his hand up and down. His body immediately reacts to the movements of his hand, Jimin can barely stand on his legs, which are treacherously weak, because before the eyes of Min Yoongi, Park Jimin's boss. A muffled moan escapes his lips, which Jimin is unable to contain. The guy presses his back against the glass wall of the shower stall and breathes heavily, continuing to slowly move his hand. Yoongi has completely occupied Jimin's thoughts, Park is not thinking at all right now, because in front of his eyes is a white crown with foxy brown eyes and alluring lips that you want to kiss non-stop, but the reality is that Jimin is now satisfying himself by imagining another person in his head.

***

“This is the end, Taehyung,” Park says resignedly and purses his lips. There was some kind of animal fear in his eyes, Jimin still remembers that ill-fated evening when he ran into his boss and had to get out on his own so as not to completely lose his temper. Taehyung gives Jimin a tired look. No, Kim isn't so much tired of listening to Park as he feels sorry for him. Because every time they meet, Jimin torments himself with thoughts about this Yoongi, who was so easily able to turn Park's head, forcing him to think about himself almost 24 to 7. And only lectures and students are able to distract Jimin, and then all over again, Park goes through nine circles of Hell. It's been a long time since it's funny for Taehyung to look at a friend and joke about him, because that's how people go crazy, end up in a mental hospital and say goodbye to a normal life. Jimin is already on the threshold of this, ready to knock on the door of the mental hospital. “Go to a club, have a drink, have fun,” Taehyung suggests, although he knows that Jimin doesn't particularly like such places, according to Park, “there are too many people there, and what should he do there anyway? You can have a drink at home. At least you'll get away from this whole nightmare, maybe you'll pick up a girl, and you'll finally forget about your Yoongi,” Taehyung chuckles and sips his favorite berry tea. It's better for Jimin not to go to the club, but directly to the roof of a multi-storey building. “I don't think that's a good idea,” Park disagrees, as expected, but Taehyung doesn't intend to back down either. “No, Jimin, you have to go. You don't have to revel in the soup,” Taehyung spreads his hands and closely monitors his friend's reaction to his words. “You'll just sit, drink a cocktail, dance,” Taehyung frowns, “probably,” Kim concludes, “it's better than sitting and whining to me about how unfair this life is,” Jimin sighs, realizing that his friend is right about something, he's been two with He's been itching Taehyung for half a month about how much he's in love with his boss, and he doesn't do anything else. “Will you come with me?” Park asks plaintively, hoping that his friend won't leave him alone in trouble. “No, I can't today,” Taehyung replies matter — of-factly, popping a piece of chocolate cheesecake into his mouth. “Kook and I are going to the cinema, to the evening session and to the very last row. It doesn't make sense though, because he bought out the whole gym, asshole,” Jimin chuckles briefly, Jeon Jungkook surprises Park more every time. One minute he's giving Taehyung a date on the helipad, the next he's renting a whole park for the evening, and now here's a movie theater. Although Jimin is even jealous of the quiet, no one has ever given him anything, and Jungkook covers Taehyung with love from head to toe. “Yeah, you're lucky to have Jungkook,” Jimin replies with a smile. “Yeah, very much, when he almost hit me in his convertible, the horseradish racer,” Taehyung doesn't show it, but he loves Jungkook. “In short, right today you're stomping into the coolest clubhouse and having a lot of fun there, you've got a photo report, okay?” Jimin nods wearily, there's no other way out, Taehyung just won't leave him.

***

If he's going to the club, at least he should get dressed properly, Jimin decides, opening the closet. Park hasn't been out for a long time, well, apart from going to the theater with his band. Jimin reaches for the shelf where all the pants, trousers and jeans are. Park takes a long time to choose what is suitable for going to an elite club in Seoul. You can't go there in jeans, they'll definitely laugh. Jimin is already tired of trousers, he puts them on every day at the University. That's why Park settles on skinny leather pants, which he hasn't worn in about a year. The main thing is that they are not small. Jimin struggles to pull them on his ass, which is noticeably rounded in these pants. Upstairs, Jimin puts on a black silk shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone. Jimin completes the look with boots with heavy large soles. Park looks in the mirror and evaluates his appearance, the main thing is not to get caught by the students, because they have never seen such a teacher Park in their lives, and let them not see further. Because right now, Park looks like a biker or a criminal. Driving a car is a dead number, because Jimin is going to drink anyway, and then problems with the cops are the least needed. Jimin quickly calls a taxi and, not forgetting to take his wallet, leaves the apartment, turning the key in three turns. It's only a short drive to the club, and Park doesn't live far from the center. Jimin pays the driver, leaves his car and goes to meet new adventures, and maybe a long-awaited vacation, who knows? Jimin is allowed inside without any problems, the deafening music immediately cuts into his head. Jimin squints because the only lights in the club are neon signs and flashlights on the customers' phones. Thank God, at first glance, Jimin doesn't see any familiar faces. The big dance floor is filled with young people and those who are not yet twenty-five, but Jimin does not want to dance. Park looks for the bar and walks towards it, through a huge drunken crowd, someone even throws up in the next corner, someone has already drunk so much that he passed out right at the table, but Park tries not to pay attention to them, carefully bypasses especially drunk customers and finally reaches his destination. Jimin takes one of the high chairs and beckons the waiter over with his hand. Running his eyes over the menu, where there was nothing non-alcoholic, Jimin stops at a very interesting drink.: “Banana cocktail,” Park lowers his eyes just below the photo and studies the composition. Banana, vodka, lemon juice, sugar syrup and ice. There's nothing wrong with this cocktail, and Jimin orders two at once, citing the small volume. One glass will only relax him, and the second Park will polish everything up. The bartender takes the order and starts making this "Banana cocktail", simultaneously showing Park a whole show. The bartender skillfully juggles bananas, works wonders with a shaker, tossing it with his right elbow and catching it with his left elbow. Jimin has a childish delight in his eyes, it's like he came to the circus and looks at a clown, only this clown wants to give him something not at all childish champagne. The bartender pours the drink into the glasses and gives it to Jimin, inserting a straw. Park pushes the first glass towards himself and tastes it. At first, something bitter spreads down the throat, but then the taste is replaced by a banana, sweet but not cloying. The cocktail turned out to be very tasty, so Jimin gulped it down in about five minutes. The vodka started acting almost immediately, my thoughts slowly emptied, I didn't want to think about anything or anyone, my head felt pleasantly light, Jimin smiled faintly, Taehyung was right, a little, but it helps. Park reached for a second glass, but before he could even bring the straw to his mouth, a man sat down next to him. “So that's how you relax, Teacher Park,” Jimin almost choked on what he heard. Jimin slowly looks up and freezes like a deer in the headlights. The one Jimin wanted to get rid of is now sitting right in front of him, smiling strangely. Smiling. Jimin only now realizes that Min is smiling, and even if it's not at him, or maybe because he's drunk too, he's smiling. Jimin gets lost in that smile. Yoongi completely exposes the top row of perfectly even white teeth. Gray-brown eyes sparkle in the neon light, reflecting different colors, blonde bangs. The head is divided into two uneven parts, it falls on the forehead only on the sides, slightly covering the eyes. Yoongi is wearing a warm brown plaid shirt, with a white T-shirt underneath, black jeans, and boots that look like Jimin's. Jimin swallows nervously. “Come on,” Yoongi waves at Park, as if to say that everything is fine. Yoongi is completely different now. The wall he had surrounded himself with suddenly disappeared. Min gestures and smiles. He's talking to Jimin, even though he's never done it, except for that encounter with the consequences. Yoongi seems to be different now, the way no one sees him at work, the way he usually is at home. Min is not cold and indifferent at all, it's just the image of a strict principal so that students and staff don't relax. Yoongi looks at Jimin in a different way, like he's studying him and wants to get a better look. But he can't see much because of the natural darkness of the club. And when Jimin's brain finally decides to work a little, it sends Park signals that these leather pants have become too tight. Jimin comes to his senses in an instant and bites his lip. “I,” Park exhales, his tongue refusing to function properly, not only because of the alcohol he's drunk, “I need to step back.” “Why?” To jerk off. Jimin doesn't answer, but he doesn't get up from his chair either, just bites his lip harder, which is about to bleed. Min can't help but notice how much Jimin is stressed out by his appearance. It's like he's standing naked in front of the whole of Seoul. Yoongi involuntarily lowers his eyes lower, and his gaze rests on the bump under Park's fly. Min is not even surprised, he looks calmly and returns his gaze to Park, whose cheeks are flaming red. Yoongi immediately figures out what happened and smiles slyly, looking Jimin straight in the eye, although it seems that he is looking into his soul. Unexpectedly for Jimin, Min leans forward and whispers in his ear: “What are you drinking?” Jimin is literally electrocuted, it's like he's been struck by lightning. Goosebumps ran through my body like a herd, and my hands squeezed my thighs, which were tightly covered with skin. That whisper makes it hard for Park to breathe. “B-banana cocktail,” Jimin answers a bit haltingly. Yoongi doesn't move an inch. “Wow,” Yoongi croaks happily, causing another wave of goosebumps in Jimin. Yoongi burns you with his warm breath, and Jimin is afraid to flinch, “did he turn you on so much or did I?” Jimin's face turns even redder, he already realized that he was burned, but he didn't expect such a direct question. “Hmm, I see,” Yoongi drawls. Of course, Jimin is sitting like an idol who doesn't understand what his boss is telling him. Is he really his boss now? “I suggest you try my banana cocktail,” Yoongi says with a slight smile and moves away from Park, but it gets even worse because Yoongi's face is too close to Park. Min is literally breathing into his lips. “Well, are you coming?” Yoongi looks into Park's eyes and waits for at least some kind of answer, let him nod or at least open his mouth. Jimin understood what he was hinting at. But is it really that simple? And now an angel and a demon appear on his shoulders, and for some reason they both tell him to follow this white-haired demon, and neither one fucking convinces him. Jimin exhales loudly and nods. Yoongi smiles triumphantly and takes Jimin's hand. To be honest, Jimin thought Yoongi would do it in the bathroom, but Min took him outside, put him in his BMW, and drove him to an unknown destination. Jimin's body starts to burn again. The boner is already painfully pressing against the thick skin, but Jimin holds on to the last. He can't come right here in his boss's car. Yoongi turns into a new apartment complex and stops at the very entrance, abandoning the car there. Jimin trails after him, feeling his excitement grow more and more by the second. There are already a thousand and one scenarios in my head that can happen, but in each of them, the boss puts him under himself and fucks him hard. Yoongi quickly unlocks the door and enters the apartment first, letting Park in after him. Min doesn't turn on the light, he immediately pins Jimin against the wall and bites into his plump lips with a greedy, hungry kiss, like an animal. Park only has time to squeak when he is plugged by such soft, desirable lips. Jimin responds instantly, he has imagined this moment so many times, dreamed about it so many times, that his body reacts to all the movements of the elder, not letting Jimin miss a great opportunity to make his desires come true. Jimin almost blows his mind from the kiss. He can barely keep up with Yoongi's lips, who is just a great kisser, burying his long fingers in the blond strands at the back of Park's head. Yoongi presses and penetrates his tongue into the younger's mouth, and hears his moan, short but so sweet and necessary. Min slides her tongue over the bottom row of Park's teeth and quickly intertwines with his tongue. Yoongi lowers his left hand and squeezes Jimin's buttock, Park nervously exhales into a kiss and Yoongi smiles. Min lowers his other hand and grabs Jimin's hips, lifting him in his arms. Park automatically wraps his arms around his boss's neck and wraps his legs around his waist. Yoongi doesn't dare to interrupt such a sweet kiss, so he carries Jimin into the bedroom without taking his eyes off the sweet lips. Yoongi lays Jimin down on the cold sheets. Park is already exhausted with desire and Min sees everything perfectly in his eyes. The elder tears himself away from his plump lips and lowers his hands lower, clings to the belt with his fingers and deftly unbuttons it. Jimin, on the other hand, begins to get rid of such an unnecessary shirt, literally tearing it apart from the desire to take it off faster. The thin threads tear and the buttons fall one by one onto the bed. Yoongi grins at such a wild desire. Min hooks his fingers into his trousers and pulls them off Jimin, leaving him in only his boxers. Yoongi is burning with desire himself, he pulls off his white T-shirt, throwing it on the floor. Black jeans go there too. Yoongi looms over Jimin, looking him straight in the eyes, where devils are playing with fire without fear of getting burned. Yoongi gets hooked with his fingers. He grabs the edge of his black boxers and jerks them off Park's hips. Jimin moans softly because Yoongi smoothly runs his hand along his thigh, forcing him to bend his knee, Yoongi licks his lower lip and leaves a gentle kiss on the inside of his thigh. Jimin's skin is warm, almost hot, and Min likes it. Yoongi takes off his boxers and settles between Jimin's legs, which Park willingly spreads for him. Yoongi's hands are cold, his touch sends goosebumps through his body, Jimin arches in his back, he can't wait any longer and Yoongi sees it perfectly. Min pulls a lubricant and a condom out of the drawer of the bedside table. Yoongi puts some lube on his fingers and runs them between Park's buttocks. Jimin moans, squirming under Yoongi, who only irritates him. Min finds the entrance with his fingers and inserts one finger into two phalanges, Jimin bites his lip from not very pleasant sensations, but humbly endures. “Good boy,” Yoongi whispers and pushes his finger further. Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, but he endures it. Yoongi inserts his second finger and pushes them slightly, grazing his prostate, which makes Jimin almost suffocate. Min kisses Park on the lips, gently, long and deeply, to distract from the fleeting pain. Yoongi stretches Jimin, pushing the wet walls apart, moving inside him. “Yoongi..” Park croaks with his eyes closed. “What?" Min asks, just as quietly. “Come on already.” For Yoongi, it's like a green light. Min pulls out her fingers and settles between Park's spread legs. Yoongi puts his head against the entrance and Jimin winces, no, not from pain, but from a wild desire to feel Yoongi inside himself. Min smiles out of the corner of his lips and finally enters Jimin all the way. Park moans for a long time, feeling Yoongi's cock graze his prostate, but it feels so good that he wants to cry. Yoongi lets you get used to his size for a couple of seconds. Jimin nods, and Yoongi begins to slowly move inside him. Jimin has stars in front of his eyes, and the main star is in his ass. Pak has definitely gone into space, to a completely different galaxy and wants to stay there forever. Preferably with the main star in his life, Min Yoongi. Min feels that Jimin is not in so much pain anymore and starts to pick up the pace. The room is filled with the vulgar sounds of two naked bodies slapping, the neighbors probably aren't too happy, but Yoongi doesn't give a shit about them right now, because Park Jimin, whom Yoongi noticed from their first meeting, is lying under him. Yoongi leans over to Jimin without slowing down and kisses the tender skin on Park's neck. Jimin throws his head back, opening up more space for the hot and wet kisses of the boss, who is definitely not his boss right now. Yoongi kisses gently, nibbles lightly, and at one point bites so hard that Jimin twitches. Min sucks on the delicate skin, and then licks and admires the gorgeous hickey in the most visible place. Jimin doesn't care if he leaves at least a thousand of them. Yoongi, just like in Jimin's secret desires, fucks him into the mattress, catching Park's moans with his lips, kissing him. Jimin literally shakes from every touch. Yoongi, his own cock reminds him of himself and Park reaches out to him, wanting to get discharge, but Yoongi intercepts him first. Jimin moans against Yoongi's lips as cold hands cup his flesh. Min starts sliding his hand up and down, making Jimin gasp. Yoongi nibbles on Jimin's lower lip and runs the tip of his tongue over it. Yoongi speeds up with his hand, wanting to make Jimin feel better as quickly as possible. Park holds on as long as possible so as not to cum so fast. Yoongi puts his other hand on Jimin's waist, noticing in the moonlight the gorgeous abs that Park carefully hides under his shirts, and now, Yoongi can look at him without taking his eyes off. Jimin can't hold back anymore and cums on his stomach, dirtying Yoongi's hand. Min kisses the younger on the chest, biting the nipple and pulling it off slightly. Yoongi makes a few more thrusts and ends up in a condom. He gets out of Jimin, takes off the elastic band, ties it and throws it somewhere on the floor. Yoongi collapses on the bed next to Jimin. Park gets up to Yoongi's side and hugs him around the waist, nuzzling his former boss's shoulder, because after this, Yoongi will definitely fire him, although no, Jimin will write on his own. Park kisses Yoongi on the shoulder. “Why did you avoid me?” Yoongi asks quietly without turning his head to Jimin, looking somewhere into the darkness of his room, enjoying this moment and his subordinates by his side. Jimin sighs loudly. “Because one day, your voice made me hard,” Park says sadly. “And I was sure that I wouldn't get any reciprocation because I fell in love with you like a schoolboy,” Jimin grins to himself, he just told Yoongi that he had a crush on him. “Park Jimin, I dreamed of fucking you when I first saw you.”