LOYAL FOR HER

CHARACTERS

Park Jimin

Age:- 22 yrs old

Kim Yn

Age:- 29 yes old

AUTHOR'S POV

---

YN was 29. The youngest CEO in the city.

Sharp. Focused. Intimidating.

That's how everyone saw her-and that's exactly how she wanted it.

Her past had taught her one thing: never trust people. Especially men.

YN watched her father betray her mother.

Watched her sister break when her brother cheated on his fiancée.

Every smile reminded her of a mask. Every kind word? A lie.

Cheaters. All of them.

Male or female-it didn't matter. A betrayal was a betrayal.

So YN built her world on discipline. Power. Control.

Her words were short, her tone was always cold.

She didn't laugh. She didn't chat. She only worked.

---

When the list of new interns arrived, YN didn't even bother to look until her secretary highlighted a name.

"Park Jimin, 22. Top of his class. Chosen for the elite internship program."

YN didn't even glance up.

"Send him to Department B. Floor twelve," she said without interest.

---

But when Jimin finally arrived, something... felt different.

"It's an honor to work under you, Miss YN," he said, bowing respectfully.

He was calm. His voice soft. His eyes gentle-but not flirtatious.

Still, YN didn't care. She had seen men act innocent before.

"Don't waste time trying to impress me," she said, her eyes cold as steel.

"Do your job, and don't expect favors."

Jimin didn't react. He just bowed again, eyes lowered.

"Understood."

---

Days passed.

Jimin worked silently, efficiently.

He was always early. Never distracted. Never careless.

When YN passed by, he'd greet her with a quiet, respectful nod-never too much, never too little.

She noticed.

He'd bring her coffee during meetings-just the way she liked it.

He'd organize files without being told.

He stayed late... but never spoke unless spoken to.

He wasn't like the others.

---

One evening, the office was nearly empty. YN's heels clicked against the hallway as she exited her cabin.

Jimin was still there.

Sitting by the window, head leaning back against the glass, eyes closed-but he stood up the moment he heard her.

"Why are you still here?" YN asked, voice sharp.

"Just wanted to make sure you left safely," Jimin said, rubbing the back of his neck.

YN narrowed her eyes.

"I'm not your responsibility, intern."

Jimin lowered his gaze.

"I know, Miss YN. But I wanted to be here. Just in case."

She said nothing. Just walked past him.

But her heart... stuttered. And she hated it.

---

That night, for the first time in years... YN didn't dream of boardrooms or betrayal.

She dreamt of soft brown eyes that didn't ask for anything.

Eyes that didn't judge or expect.

Eyes that saw her.

---

The office buzzed like normal. Keyboards clicked. Phones rang.

But suddenly, a loud voice cut through the calm.

"You betrayed me, Aakash! You said I was the only one!"

A female employee's voice cracked with emotion.

Some heads turned. Whispers followed.

"Don't be dramatic," Aakash replied casually, arms crossed. "It's not like we were married. Chill. Every guy flirts around a bit. It's normal."

A few people chuckled awkwardly. Some even nodded.

And that was when YN stepped out of her cabin.

Yn had heard everything.

Her heels tapped with authority as yn walked down the glass corridor. The moment employees saw her, they stiffened. Silence spread like wildfire.

Yn stopped right in front of Aakash.

"Repeat that."

Her voice was low-but the danger in it was unmistakable.

Aakash blinked. Nervous now.

"Ma'am, I just said-"

"No. Word by word," YN said, her eyes unblinking.

"I mean... I just said that every guy flirts. It's not a big deal."

That was it.

Her lips curled into a disgusted smirk.

Then she turned, eyes sweeping across the office.

"Listen carefully, all of you."

The room froze.

"Men who cheat, who disrespect women, who lie and laugh about it... are the filth I despise most."

Her voice rose-cold, fierce, raw.

"Don't you dare call that 'normal.' Cheating isn't a joke. Flirting around while making promises isn't casual. It's betrayal. Cowardice."

Aakash stammered, trying to defend himself.

"Ma'am, it's personal... it doesn't affect my work-"

"You just lost your job," YN snapped.

Gasps echoed. Aakash's eyes widened.

"Security will escort you out in five minutes. I don't tolerate disrespect-toward women, or this company."

The female employee's eyes welled with tears-but this time, they weren't from heartbreak. They were from something else: justice.

YN didn't spare another glance at Aakash.

She walked away, spine straight, head high. As if the whole thing hadn't shaken her in the slightest.

---

At the far end of the room...

Jimin stood frozen near the printer, out of sight but well within earshot.

He had seen YN's sharpness. Her silence. Her cold aura.

But now... he understood it.

She didn't just dislike people.

She hated betrayal.

She had lived through it.

Her father. Her brother. Men who left wreckage behind, calling it "normal."

And suddenly... her coldness didn't feel cruel.

It felt earned.

Jimin swallowed hard, eyes on the floor.

He knew now-if he ever wanted to get close to YN, even a little...

He'd have to be different.

Gentle. Loyal. Honest.

Everything the men in her life weren't.

---

Most employees had left for the day.

The halls were quieter, lights dimmer... and YN finally stepped into the lift, her phone in hand, mind occupied with reports and meetings.

She didn't notice Jimin already inside, standing quietly near the corner, holding a folder close to his chest.

She barely nodded at him.

He simply bowed his head respectfully and stayed silent.

The doors closed.

The elevator began to move.

---

A few seconds passed... then everything went dark.

The sudden jerk of the lift stopping mid-way made YN freeze.

The lights blinked out.

The hum of movement vanished.

And the silence... it suffocated her.

She stepped back, her spine hitting the wall. Her breathing became shallow, fast.

Jimin looked up, surprised.

"Miss YN?"

She didn't answer.

Her eyes were wide, unfocused, her fingers trembling slightly around her phone.

Her lips parted-but no words came.

Just shaky breaths.

Jimin noticed her chest rising too fast... too tight.

She was panicking.

---

"Miss YN, are you-are you afraid of the dark?"

His voice was soft, but urgent.

She nodded weakly, barely. A whisper escaped her lips.

"I... I can't...breathe..."

Her knees trembled.

Immediately, Jimin stepped forward, his worry overtaking every boundary.

"It's okay. You're okay. Just breathe. I'm here."

He reached into his pocket, turning on his phone flashlight-placing it gently on the floor so the light wouldn't hit her face directly.

He took off his blazer, folded it behind her so she could sit down against the lift wall.

But her breaths didn't calm.

Tiny beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, neck, and collarbone.

Jimin hesitated-but then he acted.

"I'm sorry, Miss YN..." he whispered.

With trembling fingers, he reached toward her shirt. Only the top two buttons, just enough so her neck and chest had space to breathe freely.

He kept his touch gentle. Respectful.

Then, pulling a clean handkerchief from his pocket, he softly dabbed the sweat from her forehead, down to the curve of her neck.

His movements were slow. Careful. Like she was made of glass.

His voice lowered, tender-barely a whisper.

"You're not alone... I'm right here."

"I would never let anything hurt you."

"You don't have to be strong right now. Just breathe with me, okay?"

Her fingers slowly unclenched.

Her lips parted again, but this time... air returned.

Not fully. But enough.

His palm cupped the side of her face, the pad of his thumb brushing her temple.

"You don't need to pretend with me," he murmured.

"I'll never judge you. Not for fear. Not for breaking. Not for anything."

For a moment, YN closed her eyes.

Not to shut him out.

But because... his voice felt like safety.

And for the first time in years-someone's touch didn't feel threatening.

---

YN hadn't spoken about that night.

Not to her secretary. Not to Jimin. Not even to herself.

But something shifted.

She started noticing things.

Not the obvious things - like spreadsheets or strategy reports.

No.

She started noticing Park Jimin.

---

He never bragged.

Never spoke too much.

But he always... noticed.

When the office lights flickered from a storm, he quietly placed a tiny, battery-powered lamp near her cabin door.

When her voice cracked slightly in the morning meeting, there was a warm ginger tea on her desk five minutes later. No note. No name. But she knew.

---

She started watching him more closely now.

He never lingered near the female staff like the others did.

He always kept a respectful distance - not out of arrogance, but out of gentleness.

When a female employee dropped her documents in the hallway, he helped pick them up, placed them neatly on her desk - and walked away without waiting for thanks.

He never looked too long.

Never smiled in that annoying, flirtatious way the rest of the male staff did.

---

And YN... started waiting for the small signs of him.

A cup of perfectly brewed coffee on her desk - just the way she liked it. Not too sweet.

A bottle of cold water placed near her files during board meetings.

And once - just once - when she came in with slightly tired eyes and a hand pressed against her temple...

She found a blister pack of paracetamol resting beside her pen, with a sticky note that simply read:

"In case your headache's worse today."

- P.J.

She stared at it for far too long.

Her fingers didn't throw it away.

They gently tucked it into her drawer.

---

One evening, she watched him from the glass window of her cabin.

He stood by the printer - sleeves rolled up, head slightly bowed, waiting patiently while the pages slid out.

Two female interns passed by, giggling about something.

He didn't even glance at them.

Didn't smile.

Didn't make a comment.

Just collected his papers, bowed politely, and walked away.

---

And YN realized something:

Jimin didn't treat women with charm.

He treated them with respect.

And when it came to her...

He didn't try to win her over.

He simply stayed.

Quiet. Soft. Present.

And that? That was dangerous.

Because YN knew how to handle flirty men, charming men, even cruel men.

But she had no defenses against a man like Jimin.

---

TIME SKIPS

The rain had started pouring without warning.

It wasn't a soft drizzle - it came down heavy, loud, with the kind of chill that stuck to the skin.

YN stood at the entrance of the building, glancing up at the sky, irritated.

Her driver was late. Her assistant had already left.

And she had no umbrella. Of course.

She didn't flinch though. Didn't frown.

She just stood there, arms folded, staring out into the street like the rain would stop if she willed it to.

Then - a quiet shadow approached her from behind.

"Miss YN..."

She turned.

It was Jimin.

He held out his umbrella without a word.

It was dark blue, large enough for only one person.

YN looked at it. Then at him.

"You'll get soaked."

He smiled softly. Barely.

"It's alright."

She hesitated. Her pride told her to say no.

But her instinct... stepped forward.

She took the umbrella.

Jimin stepped back, slightly bowing his head.

"Take care. The wind's strong tonight."

YN stood still for a moment longer - eyes on him.

No coat. No umbrella. No complaint.

Only quiet eyes and a soft smile.

And then she walked toward the car.

---

The Next Morning - 8:30 AM Sharp

YN walked into the office like always - heels clicking, gaze steady.

But something caught her attention near the staff desks.

There he was.

Park Jimin.

Sitting at his computer, typing with one hand, the other holding a tissue to his nose.

His hair was slightly damp at the edges.

His cheeks were flushed.

And his nose - bright red.

He sniffled softly, trying to hide it.

Then quickly lowered the tissue when he saw her approaching.

He stood up.

"Good morning, Miss YN," he said, voice hoarse - throat clearly sore.

YN didn't respond right away.

Her eyes stayed on him. Just for a second longer than usual.

He didn't complain. Didn't mention the rain. Didn't bring up the umbrella.

Not a single word.

Just a quiet greeting... and a gentle bow.

---

In her cabin later, YN stared at the unopened medicine bottle sitting in her drawer - the one he had left for her just days ago.

Now he was the one sick.

And he wouldn't even say it.

Her fingers hovered above the intercom.

But she didn't press it.

Instead... she stood up.

Walked out of her office.

And called over her assistant.

"Get Park Jimin a cup of warm ginger tea. And send some cold medicine to his desk."

The assistant blinked, surprised.

"Should I mention it's from you, ma'am?"

YN didn't answer.

She just turned and walked back into her cabin - her heart loud and quiet all at once.

---

Jimin sat at his desk, eyes slightly glazed from the congestion, sniffling quietly into a tissue every few minutes. Still typing. Still focused. Still pretending he was fine.

No one paid much attention.

Until something unexpected arrived.

A soft knock on his desk from the assistant.

"Tea," she said shortly. "And cold medicine. Ma'am's instructions."

Jimin blinked.

"Ma'am?"

The assistant nodded once.

"Yes. Miss YN."

Then walked away.

---

Jimin stared at the small tray.

A ceramic mug of warm ginger-honey tea - still steaming.

A tiny strip of cold tablets placed neatly beside it.

No note. No fuss. No words.

Just... care.

The kind YN never showed to anyone.

He didn't react right away. He just sat there, staring.

Then, slowly, he reached out and wrapped both hands around the cup. Let the warmth seep into his fingers. Let the gesture melt the cold ache in his chest more than the tea ever could.

He lowered his head just slightly.

And smiled.

It wasn't big. It wasn't bright.

But it was the kind of smile that meant everything.

---

Inside Her Cabin...

YN stood near the glass wall, holding a file in her hands but not reading a word.

Her eyes flicked sideways - just once - to where Jimin sat outside.

She saw him lift the cup to his lips.

She saw him close his eyes for a second.

She saw him smile.

And something inside her chest-tugged.

Soft. Unfamiliar.

Like warmth trying to seep through stone.

She looked away quickly, pretending she hadn't seen anything.

But her heartbeat disagreed.

---

Later That Day - Just Before Lunch

Jimin knocked gently on her cabin door.

YN didn't look up. "Yes?"

He stepped in, voice still slightly hoarse but soft.

"Thank you... for the tea."

She flipped a page in her file, refusing to meet his eyes.

"I didn't want you infecting the rest of the office," she replied coldly.

He nodded once.

"Of course. Still... thank you."

As he turned to leave, she finally glanced up - just in time to see him touch his nose gently, cheeks still flushed, but smiling to himself as he walked away.

---

The energy of the workplace had dimmed.

Most employees were out for lunch or quietly working in their corners. The sunlight filtered through the tall windows in soft streaks, casting golden lines on the polished floors.

From inside her cabin, YN reviewed reports, but her eyes... weren't really reading.

They kept drifting to the glass.

To him.

Jimin was still at his desk.

Everyone else had left for the break. But he sat there, hunched over slightly, arms folded on the table... his head resting on top of them.

He wasn't working anymore.

He was asleep.

---

YN stood without meaning to.

File still in hand, but forgotten.

She took a step toward the glass wall. Then another.

From where she stood, she could see everything.

His blazer was draped over the back of the chair.

His body curled up slightly, trying to stay warm.

The soft rise and fall of his back as he breathed through his mouth - probably because his nose was too blocked.

His eyelashes fluttered against his pale skin.

His lips were parted. A tiny red mark still on the tip of his nose from all the tissues.

One hand still clutched the side of the desk - like he hadn't meant to fall asleep, like he was trying to stay strong even in his weakest moment.

Something hit YN's chest without warning.

It wasn't pity.

Yn didn't feel sorry for him.

It was something... deeper.

Guilt. Warmth. A strange ache.

---

Her eyes fell to the scarf on the corner of her desk.

Black. Cashmere. Simple.

She stared at it.

Then at him.

Then-without a word-she picked it up and walked to her cabin door.

She opened it slowly, making sure her heels didn't echo this time.

The corridor was empty.

Just the ticking of a distant clock and the soft hum of the city beyond the glass windows.

She reached his desk.

Stood there for a moment.

He didn't stir.

---

Very, very gently... YN unfolded the scarf.

She reached forward - hesitant, almost trembling - and draped it lightly over his shoulders.

Just enough to keep him warm.

Just enough to protect his fragile body from the office chill.

Just enough... to show care without saying it aloud.

As the scarf settled over him, Jimin stirred just slightly.

He didn't wake up.

But his body seemed to relax.

Like he felt it.

Like he somehow knew.

---

YN stood there longer than she meant to.

Looking at the boy who always kept his distance.

The boy who brought her tea without asking.

The boy who never flirted, never joked around, never asked for anything... but gave everything in silence.

She whispered to herself, so softly no one could hear:

"Why are you like this...?"

Then turned.

And walked back into her office before her own heart betrayed her any more.

---

---

TIME SKIPS

Six months had passed.

Nothing had changed.

And yet, everything had.

Park Jimin was still the same.

Respectful. Soft-spoken. Always professional. Always kind.

Still brought coffee to YN's desk at 8:45 sharp.

Still left medicine when her voice cracked in meetings.

Still waited quietly at the building entrance with an umbrella on rainy days - not to get noticed, but to make sure she was okay.

---

And YN?

She changed.

Not visibly. Not in ways the world could see.

But inside, her chest didn't feel like ice anymore.

There were little cracks now. Cracks made by glances, kindness, warmth. By him.

She started watching for him every morning.

Started working late just to feel his quiet presence outside her cabin.

She never said it, not even to herself, but...

She had fallen for him. Completely.

The kind of falling where she remembered his voice even when he wasn't speaking.

Where she trusted only his touch - the one from that night in the elevator.

Where his scarf still lived in her drawer... untouched, but never returned.

---

And still... no confession. From either of them.

Jimin never crossed the line.

And YN... didn't know how.

So they stayed frozen in that delicate, silent love.

Until one Monday morning...

She arrived.

---

New intern batch. New faces. New chaos.

Among them: Hana.

Young. Pretty. Confident. And clearly - very aware of Jimin.

The moment she saw him, her interest was obvious.

She smiled too much. Spoke too sweetly.

Offered to bring his files, his coffee, sit next to him in meetings.

But Jimin never encouraged it.

He stayed polite.

Always distant. Always loyal.

Even when Hana wore blouses that dipped too low.

Even when she leaned closer than necessary.

Even when she giggled at things he didn't say.

---

But one afternoon... she went further.

Midday, Office Breakroom

Hana walked in wearing a cropped blouse and high-waisted skirt that barely covered anything.

She "accidentally" dropped her pen near Jimin's feet.

"Oops!" she giggled, kneeling down way too slowly, arching her back slightly.

The curve of her waistline, the soft reveal of her back - it was clear what she was doing.

Trying to tempt him.

Trying to catch his eyes.

Jimin didn't move.

Didn't glance.

Didn't even blink.

He simply stood up, quietly walked to the other end of the room, and poured himself a cup of water.

Unbothered.

Untouched.

Uninterested.

Hana sat back on her knees, lips twitching with embarrassment.

---

What Jimin didn't know... was that YN saw everything.

She had entered the breakroom just a few seconds earlier, planning to ask him something about a presentation.

But the moment she saw Hana kneeling, arching, giggling - and Jimin's reaction?

Everything inside her stilled.

Not out of jealousy.

But because she had never seen a man so loyal to someone who wasn't even his.

Not his girlfriend.

Not his fiancée.

Not even someone he had touched.

Just his boss.

Just YN.

And yet... he didn't even flinch for another woman.

---

Later that evening, YN sat in her cabin - silent.

The office was dim again. Only her lights were on. Only her thoughts loud.

She held the coffee cup Jimin had brought her that morning.

Still warm.

Still perfect.

Still... full of the love he never said.

---

The sky outside had turned silver, clouds dragging over glass windows.

There was a stillness in the air - that familiar silence right before a storm.

YN stepped out of her cabin to retrieve a report from the printing station. Her assistant had already left early, so she decided to do it herself.

As she walked past the end corridor, she heard voices.

Low. Casual.

She slowed instinctively.

The door to the break area was slightly open - and inside, two employees stood near the vending machine.

One of them was Jimin.

The other - Ravi - a junior analyst with a mouth too loud and a mind too small.

YN didn't mean to eavesdrop.

But the moment she heard Jimin's name spoken alongside Hana's, her steps halted.

---

"Man, I don't get you," Ravi chuckled, opening a soda.

"That Hana girl literally drips thirst every time you walk by. She's hot. Sexy. Throwing herself at you."

Jimin's voice came after a pause. Calm. Steady.

"And?"

Ravi laughed.

"And you don't even blink. You serious? If I were you, I'd-"

Jimin interrupted quietly.

"I didn't ask for her attention."

Ravi scoffed.

"Come on. You're telling me you're not tempted?"

A silence.

Then came Jimin's words - slow, gentle, but heavy with truth.

"I'm loyal to someone."

Ravi blinked. "Wait, what? You're dating someone?"

Jimin's voice softened even more, but it carried something... almost sacred.

"No. She isn't mine."

"But I'll be loyal to her. Always."

YN's heart stilled.

Her breath... caught.

She didn't move. Couldn't.

Because those words?

They were about her.

She knew it. Felt it.

Not from ego. But from the way he said it.

Like a vow. Like a whisper meant only for the universe to hear.

Not a declaration shouted in a crowd.

But a quiet truth that had lived in him for months.

---

Inside the room, Ravi seemed puzzled.

"But if she's not yours-why bother?"

Jimin's answer came without hesitation.

"Because love isn't about possession."

"She doesn't have to be mine... for me to belong to her."

YN closed her eyes.

Something bloomed in her chest - soft, aching, and wild.

And for the first time in years... she felt safe.

Not because someone promised her forever.

But because someone respected her in silence.

With loyalty that didn't demand attention.

With love... that didn't beg to be returned.

---

She walked away quietly - unseen, unheard.

But her heart?

It stayed back in that corridor.

Pressed against every syllable Jimin had offered.

---

TIME SKIPS

The wind danced softly across the rooftop. The sky above was a canvas of faint stars, quiet and vast - like the moment she was about to create.

YN stood near the edge, holding a single red rose in one hand and a small folded paper in the other.

She had called Jimin there.

And now, as she heard the stairwell door creak open behind her, she didn't turn. She just closed her eyes for a second.

Letting the wind wrap around her nerves.

Jimin's footsteps were soft as ever. No urgency. No drama. Just presence - like always.

He stood a few steps behind her, uncertain.

"Miss YN...?"

She turned.

No boss's mask today. No sharp eyes. Just a woman... finally ready to speak.

"I need to tell you something," she began. Her voice trembled, but not from fear. From truth.

---

She looked at him - the boy who had stood quietly in the corners of her life and still managed to become her whole heart.

"I used to think love was a lie."

"That every 'I love you' was just the start of betrayal."

Jimin's expression shifted - softening, quietly listening.

YN continued.

"My father... he cheated on my mother."

"And my brother? He betrayed his wife with no guilt in his eyes."

Her voice cracked. Just a little.

But she didn't look away.

"I've only ever seen pain come from men who say sweet words. From men who smile and then disappear when it's convenient."

"So I built walls. I became cold. Distant. Because I thought it would keep me safe."

Her eyes welled, but her tears didn't fall.

"But then you came."

She took a slow step closer to him.

"With your quiet kindness. With your loyalty - to someone who never even gave you anything back."

Jimin lowered his eyes, lips parted - like he wanted to say something but didn't want to stop her.

YN's fingers gripped the rose gently.

"You made me believe love can be gentle."

"That respect doesn't have to be earned with fear."

"And for the first time in my life... I wanted to believe someone."

She inhaled shakily.

"I love you, Jimin."

"I may have seemed rude, cold, even heartless at times. But I want to change..."

Before she could finish - he finally spoke, voice soft, shaking:

"Please don't."

Her eyes widened.

Jimin took one step forward, hand on his chest.

"Please don't change. I don't want you to change for me."

"I love you the way you are - strong, brave, honest. You saved yourself when no one else did."

YN's lips trembled as he looked at her with those soft, honest eyes.

"You don't need to become someone else... I already love you."

---

She smiled.

And then...

She kneeled.

Right there - in her business skirt, on cold rooftop cement, with a red rose in hand.

Jimin's breath caught.

*"But I want to become better for you. Not because you asked, but because you made me want to be."

She unfolded the paper in her other hand.

"And I wrote this for you..."

She began to read - voice quiet, full of trembling love.

---

"You walked in quietly - no promises, no pride,

Just soft glances and silences where other men would hide.

Where I built walls, you planted light,

And waited gently outside, night after night.

You never asked for my tears, but you took them in stride,

You never asked to be loved, and yet here you reside.

In the quiet corners of a heart that once feared to feel,

Now kneeling before you - holding a rose that's real."

---

She looked up at him.

"I love you, Park Jimin."

He didn't speak.

He just dropped to his knees in front of her - shaking, overwhelmed.

And hugged her.

Tightly.

His face hidden in her shoulder. His arms wrapped around her like he was afraid she'd disappear.

But YN... just smiled.

Because for once - she knew she never would.

---

---

The Monday after her rooftop confession felt different.

Nothing had changed - her suit was still perfectly pressed, her heels clicked the same against the marble floor, and everyone still stood straight when she walked past.

But inside her chest?

Everything was new.

Because now... her heart belonged to Park Jimin.

And she didn't have to hide it anymore - not from herself, at least.

---

The elevator doors opened.

Jimin was already standing at his desk - organizing files like always.

But the moment their eyes met across the room?

He smiled.

Shy. Small. Just for her.

And YN?

She looked away too quickly - because the warmth in her cheeks was dangerous.

He still made her nervous.

Even now.

Especially now.

---

Conference Room, 10:00 AM

They sat across the table - her at the head, Jimin three seats away. A long meeting in progress, filled with dull reports and half-hearted pitches.

But beneath the surface...

YN's eyes flicked toward him every few minutes.

And he?

Was already looking at her.

Their gazes met once.

Just once.

And he smiled - that same boyish smile that melted her on the rooftop.

Her hand tightened around her pen.

She didn't smile back. Not in front of everyone.

But her heartbeat?

Threw a celebration.

---

Lunchtime

YN usually ate alone in her cabin. That hadn't changed.

But today... there was a knock.

Soft. Familiar.

She didn't even have to say anything.

Jimin entered quietly, holding a small tiffin box.

He placed it on the table.

No words.

Just a note under the lid.

"You skipped breakfast again. Please eat, hmm?"

She looked up - and he was already turning to leave.

Her voice stopped him.

"Wait."

He paused.

"You... cooked this?"

He nodded.

Blushed.

"I wanted to make something warm for you."

YN stared at him.

Then - without meaning to - her lips curved into the tiniest smile.

---

End of the Day

Most of the office had cleared. The lights were dim.

YN stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in her cabin, sipping tea.

She didn't turn when she heard him enter.

She just whispered.

"Did anyone notice anything today?"

Jimin chuckled.

"Just that I stared at you like a schoolboy in love."

She turned around - and he was already close.

Not too close.

But enough to make her feel like gravity was pulling her forward.

"You have to stop looking at me like that in meetings," she murmured.

He smiled again.

"I don't know how to stop. You're too beautiful when you're serious."

YN rolled her eyes - but her cheeks were red.

She stepped forward.

Closer.

And whispered.

"If you're going to keep distracting me at work..."

He raised a brow.

"Then?"

Her lips barely touched his ear.

"Then you'll have to stay back after hours... and face the consequences."

---

TIME SKIPS

The candlelight flickered gently between them. Y/N sat gracefully, one leg crossed over the other, dressed in a black silk gown with a slit that revealed just enough to make hearts stumble. Her lips were painted a deep red, eyes lined with sharp precision, and a calm fire shimmered behind them.

The door opened.

Park Jimin walked in.

Y/N's eyes lifted slowly, and the moment they landed on him, the air shifted.

Black button-up shirt clung to his body like second skin. The top two buttons were left open, teasing his collarbones. His sleeves were rolled up, veins visible down to his forearms. Tousled hair framed his face perfectly - soft, yet sinful.

Jimin stood still, eyes locked on Y/N, completely mesmerized.

"You... you look unreal," Jimin murmured, voice barely above a breath.

Y/N stood, walking toward him slowly. Every step echoed in the silence.

"You look hot enough to ruin someone's career," Y/N said, lips curled into a subtle smirk.

Jimin chuckled nervously. "Mine or yours?"

"Does it matter?" Y/N whispered, walking past him and letting fingertips brush along his wrist as she took her seat again.

Jimin sat across from her, visibly nervous. His fingers fidgeted with his watch, eyes unable to hold hers for more than a few seconds. Y/N tilted her head slightly, observing him - the way he shifted, the way his gaze kept trailing to her lips.

"You've been staring at my lips all night, Jimin."

Jimin's eyes widened. "I-I wasn't-"

"You were," Y/N said, voice calm and teasing.

"I didn't mean to..." Jimin whispered, his ears turning pink.

Y/N leaned in slightly across the table, resting her elbows elegantly. "Do you want to kiss me?"

Jimin's breath caught. His lips parted. "Yes..."

"Then why haven't you?" Y/N asked, her gaze never leaving his.

"I might mess it up," Jimin admitted, his voice soft and full of worry.

Y/N stood slowly.

Walked over to him.

With one hand, Y/N cupped Jimin's jaw gently, thumb brushing over his cheek. His breath hitched. Y/N leaned in, until their lips were barely a breath apart.

"You won't."

And then Y/N kissed him.

Soft. Certain. Slow.

Jimin gasped softly, but kissed back immediately, lips moving with quiet desperation. His hand reached for her waist instinctively, shy and hesitant, but Y/N guided it with her own.

The kiss deepened.

Jimin let out a small sound - a breathy moan swallowed by Y/N's mouth. His other hand clutched the edge of the chair, knuckles pale.

When they finally broke apart, Jimin's eyes were hazy, lips red, chest rising in quick breaths.

Y/N traced his bottom lip with her thumb.

"You didn't mess it up," Y/N said.

Jimin smiled shyly. "You kissed me first..."

"Because you wouldn't."

"I was scared."

"Stay scared," Y/N whispered, bending slightly to kiss the edge of his jaw. "It makes you adorable."

---

The city breeze kissed lightly across the sidewalk, brushing against warm cheeks and slightly tangled hair.

Y/N walked beside Jimin.

His fingers brushed hers every few steps.

Jimin had insisted on this - a quiet walk after dinner, saying the night felt too beautiful to end just yet. His exact words had been, "I want to walk beside you... like normal people do when they're in love."

Y/N had agreed, of course.

Not because of the walk.

But because it was Jimin who asked.

---

Jimin walked close, but never too close - hands behind his back, glancing sideways every few seconds. His cheeks were slightly pink, his footsteps light. Like he was walking on something softer than ground - maybe on the feeling of being this close to Y/N outside of boardrooms and rooftop secrets.

A few pedestrians passed by, but no one noticed. No cameras. No attention. Just warm air, distant car lights, and the sound of quiet, comfortable heartbeats.

Y/N didn't speak.

There was no need.

Watching Jimin was enough.

His black shirt fluttered softly against the breeze. He was still glowing from the wine and the kiss - that same post-date blush hadn't left his face since they walked out of the restaurant.

---

After a few blocks, Jimin suddenly stopped near a street cart.

"Wait here," he said quickly, smiling and rushing forward before Y/N could respond.

He exchanged a few words with the old vendor - hands waving politely, his voice too low to hear - and then turned back with something behind his back.

Two cones of ice cream.

One strawberry. One chocolate.

Jimin held both behind his back like a child hiding a surprise.

"Guess which one is for you," he said, grinning.

Y/N raised an eyebrow.

Jimin finally pulled them forward and handed her the strawberry cone.

"I figured you'd be the strawberry type... sweet, but secretly sharp," Jimin said with a wink.

Y/N accepted it without a word.

The ice cream was soft. Cold. Melting quickly.

But it didn't matter.

Jimin was already walking again, licking the side of his chocolate scoop like it was the most important task in the world.

Y/N walked beside him again.

This time, their hands brushed again.

And stayed.

Fingers slid into fingers, unsure at first - and then locked.

Y/N didn't look at him.

But Jimin was already smiling at the ground, teeth hidden behind lips, the happiest boy in the world.

---

The city lights painted silver patterns across the pavement as the night deepened. A quiet park rested at the edge of the street, half-forgotten by the world but alive with the breeze and dim golden lamps.

Jimin gently tugged Y/N's hand and led the way to a bench under one of the glowing streetlights.

Y/N sat beside him.

Ice cream still in hand.

The strawberry scoop had started melting just slightly down the side of the cone, but Y/N didn't mind. Not when Jimin looked so soft - legs slightly apart, one hand holding his chocolate cone, the other still close to hers, fingertips barely apart.

Jimin took another bite of his ice cream, humming happily. "This might be the best dessert I've ever had."

Y/N tilted her head.

"Better than that tiramisu from the restaurant?"

Jimin grinned. "Definitely. You were there for this one."

The moment felt warm. Too warm.

And then-

A tiny drop of ice cream smeared itself on the tip of Jimin's nose.

Y/N noticed immediately.

Jimin didn't.

He kept talking - animated, shy, voice full of sugar and wind - completely unaware of the little swirl of white melting just above his lip.

Y/N leaned in.

Jimin blinked.

"W-What happened-"

Before he could finish, Y/N moved close.

One hand gently rested on his jaw.

And then-

Y/N licked the tip of Jimin's nose.

Soft. Slow.

Jimin's entire body froze.

The cone in his hand tilted dangerously. His back stiffened. His mouth opened - no sound.

His face?

Red. So red.

Y/N leaned back like nothing happened.

"There was ice cream," Y/N said calmly, taking another bite of her cone.

Jimin blinked rapidly.

His voice cracked slightly. "Y-Y/N..."

"Hm?"

"That was illegal..."

"Then call the police," Y/N replied, smirking.

Jimin covered his face with one hand, laughing into his palm - completely wrecked in the softest way.

"God, you're gonna kill me," he whispered.

Y/N leaned against his shoulder.

"Not before you finish your cone."

---

TIME SKIPS

(NEXT DAY )

The room was quiet - except for the soft voice of Y/N speaking into her mic, eyes glued to the screen.

Her online meeting had been dragging on for over 30 minutes now. Corporate faces filled the screen. Charts. Financial talk. Budget words that had no heart.

But the real distraction?

Sat across the room. On her couch. Arms crossed. Legs tucked up.

Park Jimin.

In black joggers and a loose grey hoodie, hair slightly messy, lips pouting in the most dramatic way possible.

And eyes?

Locked on Y/N.

Not blinking. Not smiling.

Just full, silent pouting.

---

It had started ten minutes ago.

He had walked into Y/N's office like usual - soft knock, quiet entry, all puppy energy. Then plopped down onto her couch, watching her work.

Y/N had spared him a small smile. A glance.

But no kiss.

Big mistake.

Because Jimin had scooted deeper into the couch, rested his chin on the armrest, and started sulking like she'd canceled his birthday.

All because Y/N had said the words:

"I can't kiss you right now, baby. I'm in a meeting."

---

Now, Y/N's camera was off, but her mic was on. And the temptation to turn both off and walk over to that ridiculously cute man-child on her couch was growing way too fast.

Jimin didn't say anything out loud.

But his body language was screaming.

Hands under his thighs.

Bottom lip puffed out.

Head tilted like he was saying "how dare you love me this little today."

Every few seconds, he would sigh loudly - just enough for Y/N to hear.

Once, he even fake-coughed with extra drama, like he was dying of neglect.

Y/N fought the smirk climbing up her face.

Eyes flicked from the spreadsheet on screen... back to him.

He was now curled up, hoodie sleeves covering his hands like a child, cheeks puffed slightly, and feet bare - toes flexing in frustration.

---

Y/N muted her mic.

"Jimin," Y/N said softly.

He looked up immediately.

Puppy eyes. Glossy. Devastating.

Y/N leaned back in her chair slightly. "Stop pouting."

His lips poked out even more.

"I'm serious."

He didn't budge.

Y/N narrowed her eyes - but her lips betrayed her, curling just a little.

"I'll kiss you once this meeting is over."

Jimin dropped his head onto the pillow dramatically.

Y/N could see his ears turning red.

"Not fair..." he mumbled, voice muffled against the pillow.

Y/N tilted her head. "You're acting like a spoiled baby."

Jimin peeked at her through his hair. "Only with you."

---

Y/N turned her camera back on, fighting the burn in her cheeks.

The meeting continued.

But her heart was stuck on the couch.

With the boy who had been hers for six months.

Still respectful. Still soft. Still shy in public.

But behind closed doors?

All pout.

All need.

All hers.

---

The moment the call ended, the laptop clicked shut.

The room went quiet.

Y/N stood slowly.

Eyes never left the couch.

Jimin didn't move.

Still curled up, hoodie swallowed around his neck, one cheek pressed to the pillow. That pout was still very much alive - lips pink, eyes narrowed just slightly like he was waiting to be loved again.

Y/N walked toward him without a word.

He looked up.

Didn't speak.

Didn't smile.

Just blinked slowly as Y/N stepped between his knees, letting one hand reach out and slide through his hair.

Jimin sighed.

Soft.

Content.

"Finally," he whispered.

Y/N leaned down, fingers curling into his hoodie strings. Gave them a slow, firm tug - just enough to pull him forward, nose brushing against Y/N's chest.

"You better wipe that pout," Y/N murmured, voice low against his ear. "I'm about to kiss the life out of you."

Jimin looked up, wide-eyed now.

Shy. But burning.

"Promise?" he whispered.

Y/N didn't reply.

Just lowered down and kissed him.

---

His breath hitched the second their lips met.

Warm. Slow. Deep.

Y/N kissed like control - no rush, no hesitation. Just fingers in his hair, grip firm, lips pressed with intent. Jimin melted instantly. Hands gripping the edge of the couch cushion like he didn't know what to do with himself.

Y/N bit his lower lip gently.

He gasped softly.

Fingers reached up to grab at Y/N's waist, but shyly - unsure if it was allowed. Y/N guided his hands with her own, placing them fully against her hips.

"Touch properly," Y/N whispered against his mouth.

Jimin moaned quietly.

The kiss deepened.

Tongues met.

Y/N tilted her head slightly, claiming more space - hands cradling Jimin's face like he was something precious.

He was.

---

Y/N pushed him back gently onto the couch, straddling him now, knees on either side of his thighs. Jimin looked up, dazed, lips swollen, chest rising fast under the hoodie.

"Y/N..." he breathed, voice wrecked.

"Hmm?"

"You look so hot like this..."

"Like what?"

"Like you're about to ruin me," he whispered.

Y/N leaned down again.

"And what if I am?"

She kissed him harder.

Jimin whimpered into the kiss - pulling her closer, fingers now gripping her thighs through the slit in her skirt. Y/N rocked forward slowly, lips not breaking from his even once.

Each kiss deeper than the last.

Hotter.

Wetter.

The room felt small now.

Breathless.

Jimin tilted his head, moaning softly into Y/N's mouth when she dragged her nails gently down his neck. He was shaking slightly - not from fear, but from how completely he was falling apart underneath her.

---

By the time Y/N pulled back, Jimin's eyes were shut, lips parted, hoodie collar slightly stretched.

He looked ruined.

Beautifully ruined.

Y/N brushed a thumb along his cheek, watching him breathe.

"Pout again," Y/N whispered, "and I'll do it all over."

Jimin blinked open.

Smiling now.

Blushing.

"Good," he whispered. "Maybe I'll never stop."

---

TIME SKIPS

The apartment was quiet.

The lights dim.

The sound of the rain tapping against the windows filled the space like a soft melody.

Jimin stood near the kitchen counter, pouring warm tea into two cups. His sleeves were pushed up, hair still slightly damp from the walk inside. A towel hung around his neck, and his lips carried the softest smile.

Y/N watched him from the doorway.

It had been almost six months. Six months of love in every small gesture. Six months of shy kisses. Gentle laughter. Pouting lips and shared ice cream.

Six months of Jimin being everything Y/N never believed a man could be.

And tonight...

Y/N wanted to stop holding back.

Not just with her body - but with her walls. Her fears. Her pain.

---

Jimin turned around, holding the cups.

Then paused.

Y/N hadn't moved.

Hadn't spoken.

Just stood there... eyes soft, chest rising slowly with each breath.

Jimin tilted his head, voice gentle. "You okay?"

Y/N stepped forward.

"I want to stay the night."

"You always can."

"No, Jimin..." Y/N's voice lowered. "I mean, really stay."

His lips parted.

Eyes widened - not with lust. But emotion.

"Are you sure?"

Y/N nodded. Slowly.

"I've spent years building walls. Years hiding behind coldness. I thought... if I kept distance, I'd never get hurt again. But you..." Y/N walked closer, until her fingers touched his chest. "You never tried to break them. You just... stood there. Waiting."

"I'd wait forever," Jimin whispered.

Y/N smiled - small, broken, full of love. "I don't want you to."

---

The tea was forgotten.

The rain grew louder.

Y/N reached for his hand and led him to the bedroom.

---

The room glowed in gold light.

Y/N stood near the bed, heart pounding.

Jimin walked up slowly, reaching for her waist, pulling her closer with quiet reverence.

"Are you nervous?" he asked softly.

Y/N shook her head.

"I'm... ready."

Jimin leaned in.

Pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Then her cheek.

Then her lips.

His touch was slow. Patient. His hands moved like he was memorizing her - not claiming her, but cherishing her.

Y/N kissed him back - deeper, more certain.

Her fingers slid under his hoodie, pushing it up.

Jimin raised his arms, letting it fall to the floor.

Skin against skin now.

Y/N ran her hands across his chest, feeling the warmth, the softness, the safety.

"Tell me what you need," Jimin whispered.

"I just need you," Y/N breathed.

---

He deepened the kiss, his hands gently cupping your face as if you were the most precious thing in the world. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, eyes closed in tender affection.

He opened his eyes, gazing into yours with a mix of love and desire. "Can I...?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, seeking your consent.

He smiled gently, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as he leaned in to kiss you again. This time, his hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space between you. He took his time, letting the kiss deepen slowly, giving you all the control.

He let out a soft gasp, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned into your touch. His breath hitched slightly, but he didn't move away. Instead, he stayed still, allowing you to explore and take the lead. "Is that okay?" he asked softly, seeking reassurance.

He arched his back slightly as your lips trailed down his neck, one hand reaching up to cradle the back of your head. His breath grew deeper, more noticeable, but he continued to give control to you, allowing you to set the pace. He whimpered softly against your touch. "Y/N..."

His body trembled under your touch as your tongue explored his chest and abdomen. He gripped the sheets beneath him tightly, knuckles turning white. A soft moan escaped his lips when you reached his hips, his hands instinctively moving to tangle in your hair. "Wait..." he breathed out shudderingly.

He looked down at you with pleading eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Can I... can I touch you too?" he asked softly, seeking permission again.

"Not Now jimin",He bit his lip to hold back a whimper as you continued your exploration lower. His hands gripped your hair tightly instead, giving in to your demand silently. He was getting incredibly hard and sensitive, every lick sending shocks through his body. "Mmmph..."

His back arched sharply off the bed, a broken moan escaping his lips as you focused your attention on his sensitive nipples. His hips bucked involuntarily as you licked and gently bit them, his hands pulling at your hair without hurting you. "Ah... ahhhhnnn~"

His stomach muscles flexed as you kissed and licked down his abs, making involuntary sounds that were part moans and part whimpers. His chest was heaving now, completely lost in the sensation of your touch. He let out a shaky laugh when you tickled him gently around his navel.

He was completely bare now, his body flushed and trembling. His cock stood hard and proud, leaking precum onto his stomach. He spread his legs wider without being asked, inviting you further. His hands gripped the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white. "Please..." he begged softly.

His head fell back onto the pillow, a strangled cry escaping his lips as you pressed soft kisses around his throbbing member. His legs fell open even wider, giving you full access. He was completely at your mercy now, his body aching for more. "Fuck... fuck..." he panted.

He moaned loudly, his hips jerking as you licked and kissed around his sensitive head. His hands moved to his chest, pinching and twisting his own sensitive peaks as you did. Meanwhile, his other hand snuck down to your wet pussy, exploring and playing with your soaking folds.

"Ahhhh....babyboy",His touch became more urgent, his fingers spreading you open and pressing against your clit as he fingered your wet pussy. He was so close to coming just from the combination of your mouth on him and his fingers inside you. He could feel his release building rapidly. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

He let out a frustrated yet desperate moan, his entire body trembling with anticipation. "Please... fuck... stop teasing me... I need..." His hips lifted off the bed as you continued to purposely miss his cock with your mouth, instead kissing and licking around it.

With a loud, desperate cry, Jimin's body tensed and his cock throbbed. He came hard, spurting thick ropes of cum onto his stomach and chest. His orgasm was intense and overwhelming, leaving him panting heavily as he rode out the waves of pleasure. "Ahhh... fuck..."

He looked down at his messy stomach and chest, completely covered in his own cum. He blushed deeply, realizing just how much you affected him. He was so sensitive and responsive to your touch, even just your mouth being close to his dick was enough to make him explode. "Too much..."

"Now make mommy cum",Without hesitation, Jimin flipped over quickly, settling between your thighs with eager eyes. He buried his face in your wet folds immediately, sucking and licking hungrily like a starving man. His fingers spread you open wider as he focused solely on pleasing you now. "Mmmph... Mommy..."

Jimin's tongue delved deep into your pussy, licking and sucking with fervent devotion. He could taste how sweet and wet you were for him, and it drove him wild. His fingers curled inside you, finding that perfect spot that made your legs shake. He sucked harder on your clit.

"Ahhhhh......",He moaned against your pussy, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. He could feel you getting wetter and more swollen with each passing second. He knew you were close, so he doubled his efforts, sucking and licking faster, harder. "Mmm... Mommy, cum for me..."

As soon as you started to cum, Jimin moaned loudly and pressed his face deeper into your pussy. He loved feeling your hot juices splashing onto his face and tongue. He opened his mouth wide, catching as much of your cream as he could, swallowing it greedily.

"My goodboy",He looked up at you with a satisfied and proud smile, his face glistening with your cum. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of your pleasure. His heart swelled with love and devotion for you, his beautiful and commanding mommy. "Thank you, Mommy..."

Jimin quickly moved to the bed, positioning himself as instructed. He sat down with his legs spread wide, giving you a clear view of his already hardening cock. His eyes were filled with lust and anticipation as he awaited further instructions from you.

" He answered softly and quickly, knowing you loved hearing that. He spread his legs wider, making his half-hard member bounce slightly. He watched you with those innocent yet hungry eyes, waiting for your next command.* "Mommy's big boy dick..."

He bit his lip, blushing deeply as he felt you praise his dick. He loved hearing that he was pleasing you physically. He spread his legs even wider, giving you deeper access as he moaned softly. "M-mommy....."

He could feel your pussy squeezing his dick tightly as he rode you, and it felt incredible. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against yours as he thrust deeper. ", Mommy... Your pussy feels so good... So warm and tight around my dick..."

Your breasts bounced with each thrust, making jimin drool slightly. He watched them move up and down, mesmerized. He gripped your thick thighs tightly, spreading them wider as you bounced hard and fast on his big boy dick. He moaned loudly, "Shit, Mommy..."

As you bounced on him, your moans filled the air, making his dick throb inside you. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking on your skin as he fucked you harder. "Mommy, I'm gonna cum..."

*With a final thrust, jimin came hard, filling your's pussy with his hot cum. He trembled and moaned against your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he emptied his balls deep inside you. "Fuck, Mommy... I'm cumming so much inside you..."

Jimin stayed inside you as he slowly calmed down from his orgasm. He kissed your neck softly before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. "Mommy can I please suck on your big tits now?"

He immediately started kissing and licking your breasts, worshipping them properly. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he fondled the other breast with his hand. "Mmm... Mommy's big milkies are so delicious..."

As he sucked on your tits, jimin's dick stayed hard inside you. He kept playing with your big soft boobs, enjoying the feeling of them in his hands and mouth. Then, he suddenly felt something warm and sticky dripping onto his balls. "Mommy...?"

"Yes babyboy ",He looked down and saw your pussy leaking out his cum mixed with your own juices. The sight turned him on even more and he started thrusting his hips gently again, "Mommy did you cum too without telling me?" He kept sucking one nipple hard while playing with the other breast roughly?

He groaned deeply at your admission, his cock throbbing inside you. He released your nipple with a pop and captured your mouth in a messy kiss, sharing the taste of your breast between you. "Fuck Mommy... you feeling good?" He started fucking you slower but deeper! "Yes"

His kisses became more intense as he heard your moans. He bit your bottom lip and fucked you harder, his balls slapping against your wet pussy. "Mmm... Mommy likes it when baby fucks her big fat pussy with his hard dick?"

He smiled against your mouth and started fucking you faster. "Mommy... baby wants to cum inside you again..." He grabbed your hips tightly and thrusted deep. "Can baby cum inside mommy's pussy again?"

"Yes yes ahhhh....",His breath hitched and his movements became more frantic, his dick swelling inside you as he neared his second orgasm. "Mommy... you make baby's dick feel so good..." He bit your shoulder and fucked you hard and deep, cumming inside you with a messy groan.

He nodded, his breath ragged as he continued to play with your breasts, squeezing and kneading them while his cock pulsed inside you, releasing more cum. "Mommy's big tits are so fucking sexy... baby loves playing with them..."

"Jimin",He looked up at you with a lazy smile, his hands still roaming over your chest. "Hmmm?" He leaned down and started sucking on one of your nipples again, his tongue swirling around the hard peak as he gently rocked his hips, keeping his softening cock inside you.

He kissed you back hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth as he continued to suck and play with your breasts. His hands slid down to grip your ass, pulling you even closer as he slowly started moving his hips again, his softening cock sliding in and out of your still wet pussy. Mmm...

"Jimin you can take the lead now:,A mischievous grin spread across his face as he pushed you onto your back completely, his body covering yours. He kept his cock inside you, gradually hardening again. "Mommy wants baby to take charge, huh?" He pinned your arms above your head gently and started fucking you slowly again.

He groaned softly, feeling his cock grow harder with each thrust. He lowered his head to kiss your neck, then your collarbone, before sucking on one of your nipples again. "Mommy likes it when baby is on top?" He started moving faster, his hips grinding against yours.

His eyes darkened with desire as he saw your leg thrown over his shoulder, opening you up wider for him. He hooked his arm under your other leg, lifting it up to wrap around his waist so he could fuck you deeper and harder. "Fuck... Mommy looks so fucking sexy like this..."

He began to pound into you with more intensity, his balls slapping against your ass as he drove his cock deep inside. The angle allowed him to hit a spot that made you moan louder. "Mommy's pussy feels so fucking good... baby loves this position..."

He kissed you deeply and aggressively, swallowing your moans as he continued to fuck you vigorously. His hand reached down to rub your clit in circular motions, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. "Come on Mommy's cock... squeeze baby's dick with that tight pussy..."

He felt you getting closer to another orgasm and it made him lose control. He released your legs and grabbed your hips instead, lifting them off the bed and wrapping them around his waist as he stood up with you in his arms, continuing to fuck you standing up against the wall.

His movements were wild and frantic as he pounded into you with all his strength, the wall shaking with each powerful thrust. The new position allowed him to go even deeper and harder, hitting your g-spot perfectly with each drive of his hips.

"AHHHHHH......JIMIN...IM CUMIN....",He felt your pussy spasming around his dick as you came again, your legs tightening around his waist. He groaned loudly, biting down on your shoulder as he started to come as well, his hot cum filling you up. "Fuck... Mommy's pussy is too good..."

---

The room was warm.

Still filled with the scent of skin and rain. Clothes lay forgotten on the floor, tangled like the moments that had passed - soft gasps, whispered names, and hands that didn't know how to let go.

Y/N lay quietly, head resting against Jimin's chest, fingers drawing lazy circles over his heartbeat.

His hand rubbed gently at her back, and every few seconds, he'd press a soft kiss into her hairline like he couldn't help it.

Y/N slowly sat up.

His hoodie was still on the edge of the bed.

Jimin reached for it first.

"Let me," he said softly, already slipping it over her shoulders.

Y/N let him.

The hoodie swallowed her completely.

He adjusted it gently, then tugged the sleeves down over her hands, smiling as he smoothed the wrinkles.

"Too big?" he asked.

"Perfect."

---

Y/N reached for his T-shirt next.

Pulled it over his head slowly, watching it fall perfectly over his chest again.

Jimin stood still, arms raised, eyes lowered, cheeks red - letting her dress him like he'd do it a thousand more times just to feel her hands.

The quiet between them wasn't awkward.

It was golden.

Safe.

Y/N fixed his hair gently, fingers smoothing the strands back.

Jimin caught her wrist and kissed her palm.

---

"Shower?" Y/N asked.

Jimin nodded.

But followed her instead of going first.

Inside the steamy bathroom, he stood behind Y/N - warm water falling in soft waves. His hands moved slowly, helping with every strap, every fold, every angle with nothing but patience and care.

Y/N closed her eyes.

And smiled when his lips pressed against the back of her neck.

"Still with me?" he whispered.

"Always."

---

After, Y/N stood in front of the mirror, wiping the fog from the glass.

Jimin came behind her - towel around his waist, cheeks pink from heat and love.

He reached for a smaller towel and began drying Y/N's hair gently.

Not fast. Not rough.

Like he was touching a flower.

Y/N giggled when he ruffled the ends playfully.

Then froze when he started kissing her.

First her cheek.

Then her forehead.

Then her nose.

Then both cheeks again.

Y/N laughed again, swaying under his affection. "What are you doing?"

"Collecting smiles," he mumbled between kisses. "They belong to me now."

Y/N leaned into him.

Arms around his neck.

Kissed his jaw gently in return.

---

That morning wasn't about passion.

It was about care.

Trust.

The kind of love that lingers in towels, oversized hoodies, and the softest giggles against foggy mirrors.

And Y/N had never felt more loved.

---

The laptop screen glowed.

Y/N sat upright in the tall chair, blazer perfect, hair pinned neatly. Her voice echoed calmly through the mic, speaking numbers, deals, timelines.

On the screen: department heads. Quarterly targets. Polite nods.

But under the table...

Another reality unfolded.

Jimin knelt quietly beneath the desk.

The moment the meeting began, he had slipped down - not out of mischief, but out of some quiet, desperate longing. His eyes looked up once for permission.

Y/N hadn't stopped him.

And now...

Soft kisses ghosted across Y/N's thigh.

Bare skin just under the hem of the skirt.

Breath warm.

Touch light.

---

Y/N's voice didn't waver.

At least, not yet.

But her heart?

Racing.

Jimin's fingers rested gently against her calf. He wasn't bold - not rough or urgent. Just... present. Pressing kisses like confessions along the inside of her thigh.

One after another.

Slow.

Tender.

Worshipful.

As if saying thank you for being mine with every brush of his lips.

---

Y/N's hands stayed on the desk.

Perfect posture.

A few camera lights blinked. Someone spoke about investment charts. Someone else asked a question. Y/N answered - cool, crisp, steady.

But under the desk...

Jimin shifted closer.

His lips brushed higher - just slightly. Barely there. One kiss near her knee. Another a little higher. Then another, slower, right where her thigh began to warm beneath his breath.

Y/N's breath caught - barely.

Not enough for the mic to catch.

But Jimin heard it.

Felt it.

And smiled softly against her skin.

---

He didn't speak.

Didn't rush.

Just kissed her like a man who needed no one else to exist.

Y/N's fingers curled slightly on the desk.

The team was discussing graphs now. Voice after voice spoke.

But none of it reached her.

Only Jimin's lips.

Soft. Over and over.

A kiss just above the curve of her thigh made her shift slightly in the chair - breath held for a heartbeat before she returned to calm.

Jimin's hand gently squeezed her calf.

Just a reminder:

I'm here. Loving you. Quietly. Always.

---

He gently pushed your legs apart, making room for himself between them as he sat on the floor beneath your office desk. His skilled fingers carefully slid inside your panties, finding your wetness. "Shh... baby's being a good boy and playing with Mommy's pussy while she works..."

He watched as you continued the online meeting, acting completely normal on the call while he fingered you slowly and quietly from under the desk. His other hand reached up to pull your panties aside, giving him better access to your pussy. "Mmm... Mommy's so wet for baby..."

He added another finger inside you, making you bite your lip to stop a moan from escaping. On the call, your colleague was talking, "...So, what do you think about this new proposal, Y/N?" He curled his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot.

"The I...dea..idea is Good mr Choi ",Your voice was slightly strained, but no one on the call noticed. Jimin smirked as he continued to finger you slowly, his thumb pressing against your clit. Your colleague responded, "Great, I'm glad you approve. You sound a bit... breathless. Everything alright?"

"Yeah mr Choi just hot weather you know",He chuckled softly against your thigh, his fingers picking up speed inside you. He knew he had to be quiet but couldn't resist pressing his face closer to your pussy, breathing in your scent. "Mommy's being so good... baby wants to taste that sweet pussy..."

As soon as you ended the call, Jimin pulled your panties off completely and replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking and sucking on your clit. He spread your legs wider, devouring your pussy like a starving man. "Fuck... Mommy tastes so good..."

You pulled his hair, pushing his face deeper into your pussy. He moaned, making the vibration send shocks through your body. His tongue pushed inside you, tasting your sweetness. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk, eating you out like there was no tomorrow.

He heard your moan and doubled his efforts, licking and sucking like a man possessed. His fingers spread your ass cheeks apart, one finger sneakily rubbing against your back entrance. He knew you were sensitive there. "Mommy likes baby's tongue?" He pushed his tongue deep inside your pussy again.

He pushed his finger into your ass, moving it in time with his tongue thrusts into your pussy. He curled his finger inside you, hitting your prostate. His tongue wrapped around your clit, sucking hard. "Come for baby, Mommy. Squirt all over my face."

Your legs tightened around his head as you came hard, your pussy contracting and releasing fluid all over his face. He moaned loudly, catching your release with his tongue. "Damn... Mommy's squirt is so pretty..." He pushed another finger into your ass, making you moan louder.

He stood up quickly, unbuckling his pants. His hard cock sprang free. He pulled you off the chair and bent you over the desk roughly. One hand kept two fingers buried deep in your ass while another spread your pussy lips apart."Baby needs Mommy's pussy now..."

"And besides, we're in the office. I tried to make him understand, but all he did was pout and make innocent faces."

He pouted dramatically, his fingers still working in and out of your

ass. "But Mommy... I need to fuck you now. Right here on the desk." He leaned down and kissed your neck hard, leaving a mark. His other hand reached between your legs and rubbed your clit fast. "Please?"

"Babyboy ",*He saw you weakening. He knew you were close to giving in. He added a third finger to your ass, stretching you wide. He could feel his own release building. "Last chance, Mommy. Either I fuck you now or I come in my pants right here." *He bit your shoulder hard.

"Ahhhhh.....jimin",Without another word, he grabbed your hips and slammed his thick cock into your pussy, burying himself deep inside you. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as he began to fuck you hard and fast on the office desk. He reached around and fingered your ass at the same time.

"Ahhhhh....Baby",He moaned loudly at the nickname, fucking you even harder. "Mommy's pussy is so tight... I love it when you call me that..." He leaned down and kissed you passionately, his fingers in your ass and his dick in your pussy moving in perfect sync.

He slowed down his thrusts, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in deep and slow. He kissed your neck softly this time. "Like this, Mommy? Baby wants to make love to you..." His fingers in your ass matched the slow rhythm of his cock.

"Ahhh......yes yes jimin",He loved how you whispered his name during slow sex. He pulled out almost completely and pushed back in slowly, hitting your spot perfectly. His fingers curled inside your ass, making you whimper. He repeated the slow, deep thrusts, his lips on your neck and shoulder, placing gentle kisses and marks.

He felt your pussy contracting around his dick. He fingered your ass faster and pushed his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans as you came hard. He followed soon after, filling your pussy with his warm release. He stayed buried inside you, holding you close.

---

Y/N stood near the dresser, adjusting the oversized shirt lazily pulled on after everything that happened.

Everything.

But when Y/N looked back...

Jimin was sitting on the couch.

Legs crossed.

Arms folded.

Eyes wide.

Expression?

Innocent. Child-like. Angelic.

Like he hadn't just spent the last hour being the neediest, clingiest, most touch-starved version of himself - whispering Y/N's name like it was a lifeline, moaning into kisses, begging not to stop.

Now?

He was casually sipping from his water bottle like a good boy.

Y/N narrowed her eyes.

"Really?" Y/N asked.

Jimin blinked. "What?"

Y/N walked closer, arms crossed. "Don't 'what' me. You're acting like we just finished a game of cards, not-"

Jimin cut in with a shy giggle.

And shrugged.

Y/N stared harder.

"You were clawing at my back, baby."

"I was overwhelmed."

"You were calling me 'please' like it was my name."

"That doesn't sound like me."

"Oh really?"

Jimin looked up with the fakest baby face ever - lips poked out, lashes fluttering.

"Can I have a kiss?" he asked sweetly.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You just had my soul."

Jimin smiled wider. "I have no memory of that."

Y/N leaned over him, hands on the arms of the couch, lowering her face until their noses brushed.

"So you don't remember what happened an hour ago?"

Jimin bit his lip, eyes shining. "Not unless you remind me..."

Y/N smirked.

"Fine. I'll remind you. But this time-"

Fingers traced down his chest slowly.

"-no pretending afterward."

Jimin blushed.

But didn't deny it.

---

TIME SKIPS 

The mansion was quiet.

Well - should have been.

Except it wasn't.

Because instead of lying down like a normal sick person, Jimin was currently sprinting across the hallway in socks, hands waving dramatically in the air.

And behind him?

Y/N.

Hair messy. No slippers. Wearing nothing but his oversized white shirt, unbuttoned halfway, sleeves falling past her hands - holding a tray with soup in one hand and fever medicine in the other.

"Jimin!" Y/N shouted, dodging a chair leg.

"Noooooo!" Jimin whined from the next room.

"You're burning up!"

"I'm fine! I hate medicine-it tastes like death!"

---

Y/N groaned and turned the corner.

Found him hiding behind the long curtain near the window - not even trying to be stealthy. His little pout poked out from one side, hair sweaty, nose red, and cheeks flushed from fever.

"Come out."

"No."

"Jimin."

"I'll only come if you make the soup pink."

"Soup doesn't come in pink!"

"Then I don't want it."

---

Y/N put the tray down.

Crossed her arms.

Jimin peeked.

Saw the pout.

Sighed.

Still didn't move.

Y/N took one step closer.

He darted behind the sofa.

"Oh my God," Y/N muttered under her breath. "I'm dating a toddler."

"No you're not," came a muffled voice, "you're dating an angel who doesn't deserve bitter medicine."

---

Y/N grabbed a pillow.

Threw it over the sofa.

"YAH-!" thud.

"Come. Out. Now."

Jimin slowly peeked up from the couch cushions, eyes watery but sparkling.

"But you're yelling," he whispered, rubbing his forehead.

Y/N walked up - slowly now - lips twitching.

Kneeled in front of him, placing the back of her hand on his cheek.

"You're hot, baby," Y/N said softly. "Your fever's climbing."

Jimin leaned into the touch, finally melting a little.

"But you're in my shirt," he said quietly, voice sleepy. "You look too good. It's distracting."

Y/N blinked.

Then smiled - just a little.

"Then be a good boy and eat your soup, hmm?"

Jimin huffed dramatically again. "Only if you feed me."

Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"And carry me."

"You have legs."

"They're weak from love."

Y/N rolled her eyes - but already leaned forward, arms scooping around him.

Jimin melted instantly, tucking his face into her neck like he'd been suffering all his life.

"You're lucky I love you," Y/N muttered.

"I'm very lucky," Jimin whispered. "Now hurry, or I might faint dramatically."

---

Y/N held the spoon carefully.

Steam rising.

One hand on Jimin's forehead, the other balanced with medicine and water.

His cheeks were flushed, his lips pink from the fever, and he was finally sitting still on the couch - wrapped in a thick blanket, arms peeking out, hoodie slightly too big on him.

Y/N raised the spoon.

"Open," Y/N said gently.

Jimin squinted.

Paused.

Then, with the straightest face possible:

"I said you'll feed me," he mumbled, "but not with a spoon."

Y/N blinked. "What?"

"With your mouth."

Y/N stared.

"Jimin."

"I'm serious," he said dramatically, already pouting again. "I'm weak. The spoon feels like betrayal. Only your lips can heal me."

Y/N sighed. "You're impossible."

But Jimin looked up, eyes soft and full of stars.

"I'm sick," he whispered. "You promised to take care of me..."

Y/N gave him the flattest stare.

And then?

Leaned forward. Took the bitter medicine between her own lips. Pulled Jimin gently by the hoodie strings.

He blinked - then closed his eyes.

Y/N leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

Slow. Soft. Bittersweet.

He accepted the medicine like a quiet kiss.

Y/N pulled back just enough to grab the water, brought it to his lips, and tilted it carefully.

Jimin swallowed everything obediently.

Then blinked.

"Didn't even taste that bad-"

Y/N turned away suddenly, gagging under her breath.

Walked straight to the kitchen counter and grabbed the first chocolate she could find.

Unwrapped it in lightning speed and shoved it in her mouth like it was a matter of survival.

Jimin burst into laughter behind her - weak but bright.

"I told you it was bitter!" Y/N mumbled, still chewing. "And YOU made me do it!"

Jimin giggled more. "My mommy's all demanding today."

Y/N turned around, holding the spoon threateningly.

"Call me mommy again and I'm putting another dose in your mouth."

Jimin immediately zipped his lips.

But his eyes?

Shining.

Loving her.

Loving this.

Still laughing softly as he reached for the soup.

"Fine, fine... I'll drink the soup. But only because you sacrificed your taste buds for me."

Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Better. Now drink."

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