It says, simply, the things that Jimin is qualified for. His skills, capabilities, and training.
But, upon reading the document whilst waiting to be called into his job interview, Jimin tilts his head interestedly, finding out that, apparently, he is
Jimin knows for a fact that he can’t type a hundred words a minute, when his little fingers poke around at keys and he searches for the ‘m’ button on a daily basis (it’s a little bit ridiculously hidden in plain sight — that silly key). He
However, Jimin doesn’t know what a Microsoft Word is. Sounds advanced, but he’s sure that there’s a youtube video to explain it to him.
Jimin definitely doesn’t know how to drive, but he thinks that he’ll
In spite of all of this, Jimin isn’t too concerned
On the list of Jimin’s actual skills are his ability to communicate with others. He’s friendly and bubbly, often times too hyperactive that he even annoys Taehyung, who’s the definition of a crackhead despite his real world
Jimin’s just new: to being an adult, independence, and no longer being treated like a kitten.
Now, he’s just another kitten hybrid in the city. A kitten hybrid who needs employment, /bad/.
“Should I hide my tail?” Jimin holds up a pair of black dress pants to his waist and turns away from the mirror to show Taehyung, “Or do I just leave it? What do people normally do?”
“Uh,” Taehyung tilts his head, “babe, they already know you’re a kitten. Everyone does, why
“I dunno,” Jimin concedes, “it feels unprofessional.”
Jimin’s nervous for his first day of work and is starting to rethink a lot of things about himself in the process, because, while the hiring agency had accepted him and placed him at some gaming company
He’s realized, quickly, that he knows nothing about gaming, let alone being someone’s assistant.
“As if you’re going to act professional, anyway,” Taehyung stands from where Jimin had dragged him
“Will not,” Jimin pouts and sets the dress pants down, deciding that he’ll wear them for his first day of work tomorrow, “I mean, maybe if he’s cute, but not on my first day.
Taehyung hums. “Whatever, but I wouldn’t worry about it. They’re only going to ask of you tedious, maybe mildly boring tasks.”
“Ugh,” Jimin groans, “that’s the worst.” Though he knows that he can’t /actually/ complain, and neither can Taehyung,
They both have it good, whether they like to admit it or not. The quality of life standard for kittens is much lower than humans, and any other breed of hybrids.
But Jimin’s still nervous, all night and whilst getting ready the
It’s the only thing he can control about the whole situation.
“Hi,” his desk plate reads /Kim Namjoon/ and Jimin thinks that he’s terribly cute, “can I help you with something?”
“Um,” Jimin smiles
“Oh,” Namjoon’s eyes widen in realization and his smile becomes a bit more relaxed. Jimin feels a little soft just looking at him. “Let me get Jin-hyung for you. You can have
Jimin thanks Namjoon and finds a seat in the small waiting area. He sees that the building has a sleek aesthetic of its own — black leather chairs, a glass desk and small coffee table, a granite tiled floor. He expects nothing less from an animation department, but
Jimin is pretty certain, by the time that Namjoon tells Jimin he can proceed down the hall and into Jin’s office, that he is not qualified to be here.
He knocks politely, only entering Jin’s office once he’s told that he can come in, and proceeds to
Most of the non-hybrids that Jimin’s encountered are incredibly ugly, really.
“Hi, I’m Park Jimin.” Jimin enters the office,
Jin, however, stands and offers his hand to shake Jimin's.
"Jimin, I'm Jin. I’m the head of the animation department. So, I guess
"Oh," Jimin responds in understanding, "okay. Nice to meet you."
"You can sit down. We just have to do onboarding paperwork and then I can introduce you to Yoongi, who's actually your boss, I guess?"
Jimin tilts his head a little in confusion, though he already understands things completely. He knows that hybrids have been placed into jobs that were created for them
"Yoongi's a bit more vocal with his confusion, but don't let him scare you off."
Which, honestly, isn't all that Jimin wants to hear about his new employer, the
He supposes that, worst case scenario, he's placed with a different job doing similar tasks. Seoul Games doesn't have to be his end destination.
Jimin fiddles nervously as Jin looks through a mess of papers on his desk for the onboarding paperwork. He gives Jimin different documents as he locates them, explaining each
"It's just stuff the government wants as proof of employment." Jin explains half-heartedly, waving his hand dismissively as Jimin pens his signature once more.
Once there's an inked stack of
Jimin thinks that Yoongi could almost pass as a kitten hybrid, without the tail and ears.
Yoongi parts his lips when he first enters Jin's office, not bothering to knock, and looks between Jimin and Jin with squinted eyes in suspicion.
"I told you that I don't need an
Jimin ensures that his posture is straightened and offers Yoongi his cutest smile, turning to face him more properly.
"I learned how
Yoongi tilts his head inquisitively.
"Also," Jimin starts, "I have really neat handwriting."
"See?" Jin asks, "I'm sold, honestly. I wish Jimin was my assistant, but
"Why does hiring me make you corrupt?"
"Because I let you sleep in your office on the clock."
Yoongi smiles and hums
"Half the time I work from home. What's he gonna do on the days I don't come in?" Yoongi tries to argue.
Yoongi face palms, and sighs.
"I'm Jimin, by the way."
Yoongi locks eyes with Jimin, momentarily, and Jimin feels a little frozen by the gaze. It has
"Okay, fine," Yoongi groans, "let's go, kid."
Jimin smiles brightly, like he's just convinced Yoongi to hire him, which is basically the truth, and bows at Jin before following him out of the office, tail a little bouncy against his thigh as he goes.
“Don’t get me
“That’s okay,” Jimin tries
Jimin had to take /sanitation/ for all four of his career technical training semesters. His extensive knowledge on bleach and vacuums
Yoongi lets out a bit of a scoff combined with a laugh and, once they approach his office, opens the door for Jimin to enter first.
Jimin notices when he walks by that they’re nearly the same height, himself only shorter by maybe a
Though he’s relatively rambunctious, he can get shy around non-hybrids.
When Jimin does look up, however, he’s taken aback by the interior of Yoongi’s office. While Jin's had been much more minimalistic, it was
The only thing that Jimin can pinpoint, for a certainty, is his large desktop monitor, which Jimin assumes is where Yoongi gets most of his work done, behind the large desk and in, as previously
On the opposing side of the office, however, is a smaller glass desk with a chair of its own.
"That's yours," Yoongi explains to Jimin, closing the office door behind the pair. Jimin approaches the desk hesitantly, thinking it nice that
He figures that this must make it official, if there's furniture moved in and everything.
The desk itself looks new, however. There's a mug full of pens and a pair of scissors, a stapler and tape
"Um," Jimin begins, taking out a bag of cat knip and yarn.
"Oh," Yoongi quickly approaches Jimin's desk and snags the two items from his hands, before Jimin can examine them any closer. "That's
Jimin swallows and forces a smile and nods his head.
He doesn't know what he'd do with cat knip, and he's never even thought to play with yarn
That's it. There's not much else to it.
"Hey," Yoongi says, suddenly, "here, I'll — I have a few things that you could do."
Jimin's eyes widen and he nods his head a little eagerly, following Yoongi to his desk, where he takes out a sketchpad and rips out a
"I'll give you my card and you can get me something from the coffee shop around the corner, yeah?"
Jimin watches as Yoongi leans over his desk to sketch out a map for Jimin, drawing
Jimin accepts the hand drawn map and Yoongi's credit card, which he takes out of his wallet, before writing
Jimin hums to himself as he takes the elevator downstairs and out of the building, thinking that, considerably, things could've gone much worse for his first day in the workforce so far. Like, for example, Yoongi could've told Jimin that
At least Yoongi's willing to show him some sort of kindness. Jimin appreciates that.
Upon arriving at the coffee shop, Jimin enters the line, seeing that Yoongi's led him to a small, intimate chain that specializes in coffees and boba tea.
He figures that Yoongi must be buying for Jin, or maybe even Namjoon.
That is, until he returns to Yoongi's
"Oh, um," Jimin knows he can't refuse it, now that it's purchased, and figures that that must've been Yoongi's intention in
Yoongi rolls his eyes.
"You can just call me hyung. We don't really do professionalism here."
Which, Jimin is pretty sure was exactly what he was stressing over the night before. He smiles and sips his tea thoughtfully, watching
"Here, I'll have you print photos out for me. The copy room's two doors down the hall." Yoongi locates his flash drive underneath a binder,
Jimin hums and nods his head, accepting the flash drive.
"Thank you, hyung."
"Now leave me alone, I've gotten no work done in the past hour."
Jimin just giggles, thinking that that makes no
Jimin trails down the hall, running his hand comfortably along the wall as he goes. He finds the copy room easily, realizing that this
Jimin, however, is a little surprised to find someone already in the copy room, standing at the printer, which shoots out various pieces of paper quickly,
“Oh,” the man suddenly turns around, hearing Jimin enter, “Oh!” He exclaims. “You’re Jimin, yes?”
Jimin smiles a little shyly and lowers his boba tea straw from his lips, “Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you.”
“I’m Hoseok, you can call me hyung,” he approaches Jimin and
Jimin finds his cheeks flushing, realizing what Hoseok is talking about. Yoongi had
Yoongi had tried to advocate for him, and it makes Jimin feel a lot more comforted, to know that there’s someone looking out for him in the office.
“Seriously, though, it’s cool that you’re here. We’ve all
“Oh, I’m, I guess, HR? Also, PR?” He says, a little questionably. “I communicate between the other departments and the animation department. Basically, I have to talk to everyone all day about everything. And if someone has a
Hoseok grins and turns back to the printer, pressing a few buttons on it so that a fresh group of copies begin to spit out.
“I read this book about how to create a safe work
Jimin tilts his head in confusion. “Isn’t that normally on a Friday?”
“Yeah, but everyone loves Fridays anyway. That’s why I made it Monday.”
“But no one else is dressed casually.”
Hoseok groans, his eyes widening. “Ugh, I know. Those butts didn’t even read my fucking email.”
Jimin giggles. “That’s okay, hyung, I’ll be sure to dress casually
“Good,” Hoseok grins, “for that, you can use the printer now.”
Jimin takes a sip of his tea and smiles, opening Yoongi’s flash drive and proceeding to navigate his assistant duties.
Jimin spends the remainder of his day at his desk, Yoongi giving him a list of video games to familiarize himself with and presenting him with a company laptop, telling him to study the art of the different games.
“I know nothing about art, hyung,” Jimin pouts, “seriously, I
But Yoongi brushes this excuse aside, telling Jimin that he’s going to have him
Yoongi’s finding ways to make Jimin’s presence at the company useful.
“If you stay here long enough,
“What the—?” Jimin starts, confused. “Why is that the plot?”
“This is the competitor’s
Jimin laughs softly in acknowledgement and spends the remainder of his shift ten feet away from Yoongi, who’s drawing on a fancy glass tablet and staring intently at his laptop the entire time.
And, when Jimin gets home
He’d like to think that Yoongi’s decent, at the least.
He can’t help it that he is.
Jimin also can’t help it that he wants to look cute for work, can’t help it that he wears a white knitted sweater for his second day on the job. It’s still professional, it’s just not something that you’d
It’s something you’d anticipate from a kitten hybrid, and, still, Namjoon gives him a heavy look over when he enters into the office.
“Good morning, Jimin,” he greets Jimin kindly, nonetheless, who smiles and waves and may or may not blush because he
It’s a little frustrating, to be surrounded by human men who he wants to hate by a default. He has Taehyung’s lingering voice in the back of his head, warning him from experience, “They’re greedy and they don’t care about us, Jimin. All we
Maybe, Taehyung’s right, but Jimin hasn’t had any cause to hate his new hyungs quite yet.
“Hi, hyung,” Jimin doesn’t bother to knock on the door to Yoongi’s office, figuring that it’s /his/ now, too.
Except, Yoongi looks up lazily, a little disheveled,
“Are you, um,” Jimin tilts his head, as if to examine Yoongi closer, “hyung, you look how I do during my heats. Are you
Yoongi has his arms folded on his desk, hair sticking up in funny places, and there are noticeable dark spots underneath his eyes, as if charcoal has been rubbed there. He watches Jimin right back, using all of his energy to raise an eyebrow inquisitively.
“Oh,” Jimin says, “why didn’t you stay home, then?” He knows that he’d mentioned working at home, anyway. Clearly, coming into the office wasn’t a requisite, but—
“I didn’t want to make you come to mine on your second day only
Jimin feels the blush hit his cheeks, just as sudden as it had when Namjoon noticeably checked him out. Except, this time, Jimin has to respond back.
“Thank you, um,” he bites his lip and turns around
Jimin turns back around suddenly, realizing that his bum is at eye level with Yoongi behind his desk.
“I can make you coffee?” Jimin offers. “How do you like it?”
“That’s okay, you
“C’mon, hyung, let me make you coffee. I promise I’m good at it.” Jimin pleads, more so because he knows that there aren’t many other ways to prove himself useful to his new boss. He pouts, giving
“Fine, I like it black.”
“Okay,” Jimin bounces, far too enthusiastically for eight in the morning, “I’ll be back.”
Yoongi hums sleepily in acknowledgement whilst Jimin happily leaves the room.
Jimin knows what to do, had seen a coffee maker in
This is how Jimin ends up making coffee for Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jin, as well as Yoongi, filling the mugs that he’s found in one of the cabinets and transporting the full cups of coffee one by one
Namjoon looks surprised, if not pleased to find the mug that Jimin’s carrying to be for him.
“This is really kind of you. How do you normally take your coffee? I should probably know in case we do a coffee run later on.”
“Oh,” Jimin shakes his head,
Namjoon, who looks a little flustered in realization, thanks Jimin regardless.
Jimin gives Yoongi his coffee last, who explains that he only took
“Oh,” Yoongi smirks, already looking significantly more awake by having the warm mug in his hands, “you’re the office’s little coffee maker, then?”
It comes out as more of a statement than a question, something rhetorical,
Except, humans don’t flirt with hybrids, so Jimin quickly erases that
“This is great, Jimin,” Yoongi commends, knowing that Jimin is waiting for some sort of seal of approval, “it’ll be better if it wakes me up. Otherwise we’ll have to have nap time.”
Jimin giggles, perhaps at Yoongi’s apparent lack of regard toward the
He figures that he’ll just resume the simulated
When Taehyung learned that Jimin’s job was literally to play video games,
“Hyung,” Jimin begins, booting up the laptop, “why are you so tired, anyway?” He clicks open the same simulation, which pops up quickly.
Jimin waits a
He’s dead asleep.
So, the only really plausible answer is to bring the company laptop over to Yoongi’s desk and sit across from him. Even if they aren’t talking and Yoongi’s asleep, there’s still his
And, Jimin notices, that sitting two feet away from Yoongi means that he can hear his soft intakes of breath in his sleep. It’s enough to make Jimin feel like he isn’t really alone in the office.
Out of consideration, Jimin even gets up to close the shades, turning
Except, the problem with Yoongi falling asleep, is that once Jimin’s finished the computer game, and has even typed up a few notes about the
Jimin does not like using public restrooms. He doesn’t like human men sizing him up, their
Jimin doesn’t like that his cock isn’t very big, not that it’s ever been an expectation of a kitten hybrid, but it’s just small enough that he
Jimin doesn’t like that when he enters the bathroom on the animation floor, there is a boy with dyed red hair using a urinal and he has to avoid all gazes and dart toward one of the stalls instead of taking a place
The boy is gone before Jimin can finish using the toilet.
On his way back to Yoongi’s office, Jimin wanders by where Namjoon is scribbling something down at his desk. The waiting room is empty, so Jimin figures that he can bother him, even if for just a few.
Namjoon frowns, even though he must know that Jimin’s kidding.
“He was here all night, actually. I don’t know why he hasn’t just gone home.”
“He was?” Jimin doesn’t remember him leaving
“Deadline.” Namjoon shrugs. “Work here seems calm, but it’s intense. That’s why I’m surprised he didn’t want an assistant. He could
Jimin hadn’t been able to grasp the difficulty of the workload, but also hasn’t seen any substantial work. He supposes that once he plays one of Yoongi’s games for himself, he’ll be able to grasp it better.
“I mean, I try to help
“Jungkook?” Jimin asks, “I don’t think I’ve met him yet.”
Namjoon hums. “He’s Jin’s brother-in-law. Weirdly talented kid, kind of awkward and never
Jimin faintly remembers seeing that earlier, but at the time had taken the sign for what it was — belonging to the janitor’s closet.
“Peculiar.” Jimin agrees. “Should I
“Nah,” Namjoon shakes his head, “let him sleep. If you get bored, I give you permission to draw on his face.”
“I’ll give him whiskers.” Jimin winks before retreating, waving Namjoon goodbye as he heads back down the hall to Yoongi’s office.
“No, that’s okay.”
Yoongi has the light from his tablet and desktop illuminating
“I’m just finishing something. Then I’ll have you look at it.”
Jimin hums, pleased by the news of having something to do. Suddenly, and perhaps over comfortably, Jimin hops to the side of Yoongi’s desk.
“Can I watch?”
“Yeah, I’m only fixing one part of the simulation though.”
Jimin watches as Yoongi flips
Yoongi doesn’t pay any mind to this, merely accepting
As much as Jimin is interested to watch Yoongi work, he is also a little intrigued by the concept of watching Yoongi. He’s focused and determined, and knowing that he was here all night doubles Jimin’s curiosity.
Except, when Jimin looks
“Hyung, what are you drawing?” Jimin wants to look away, but he’s too embarrassed to
“Babe, it’s a rated R game.”
If Jimin wasn’t already scandalized by seeing two naked characters on screen — a completely shirtless girl, her nipples erect and breasts protruding, straddling a man in only his boxers, this one frame depicting his hand in her
Jimin shakes his head in confusion.
“He’s— but— did…”
Jimin doesn’t know how to respond.
“C’mon, Chim, you’ve seen stuff like this before, no?”
Jimin doesn’t respond. He averts his gaze to
The video game, however, has his thoughts turning a little dirty. He tries not to think about Yoongi like that, even if he is handsome.
“How old are you, exactly?”
“I’m twenty.” Jimin responds, clearly. “But I don’t play
“You don’t have to play videogames to see things like that, Jimin.” Yoongi’s tone is gentle, if not informative, a little condescending in the way that he tells him otherwise. “You know you can find stuff like
“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, but it comes out as somewhat of a murmur, and he’s practically talking to the desk.
For this reason, Yoongi brings his hand to the back of Jimin’s neck and forces him to look up, keeping his palm cupping it and letting his
It’s something you do to a kitten to wrangle them in place, and forces Jimin to lock eyes with Yoongi.
Jimin isn’t sure as to what is happening, but he
“You’ve seen porn, haven’t you?” Yoongi asks. “C’mon, you don’t have to be shy about it, that’s only natural.”
And, “Oh,” Jimin is a little taken aback, “only during my heat. But I don’t — not with non-hybrids. I wouldn’t—”
He doesn’t want his boss to think that he’s crossing a line, that he would watch something like humans and hybrids having sex.
At least, that’s what Jimin’s been told.
He blushes and his
“Why don’t you go on your lunch and I’ll finish this up so that when you get back I can have you play?”
Jimin nods, quickly, eager to have a break from Yoongi’s presence. He feels
However, Jimin is so caught up in the moment that he doesn’t think about what playing the game will mean in his hurry to get his lunch and cool down.
“Sorry,” Jimin laughs, “that sounds
“That’s okay,” Hoseok smiles optimistically, holding his chopsticks in mid-air, “we can be your new family, now.”
It’s nice, Jimin thinks, theoretically, but he knows that they’re all just humans.
When Jimin returns upstairs and walks alone to
Jimin hasn’t had sex, that part’s true, but he does think about
“I’m just waiting for it to load.” Yoongi tells Jimin when he gets back
“It was good,” Jimin wanders to Yoongi’s desk and stands beside him so that he’s able to see the monitor properly, “I got sandwiches with Hoseok.”
Yoongi hums in acknowledgement and logs into something on his computer, before a vivid animation pops
Yoongi turns the volume down until it's just a soft background tune.
“Am I just playing the game and letting you know what I think?” Jimin asks, standing in front of the computer in a way that has him naively blocking
“Yeah, but don’t block the screen.” Yoongi tells Jimin.
“Oh,” Jimin startles in realization and moves backward.
“You can sit,“ Yoongi begins, pausing to look around in thought, when Jimin
“Oh,” Yoongi clears his throat, “or you could just sit here.”
Jimin, who really doesn’t know what personal space means for humans half the time, hums in
The situation could be more inappropriate, as Jimin is merely sitting on Yoongi’s thighs, and he doesn’t piece this together for himself until it’s too late.
But, at that point, Jimin is already indulging himself in
“Yeah, so the plot,” Yoongi sets his hand on Jimin’s waist and points the other in a gesture toward the computer, “the main character has just robbed a bank and has a group of men and the police after him. There’s a bunch of side quests where he settles old debts and
Jimin is quickly able to piece together that the game is certainly Rated R, if the opening simulation of physically robbing the bank is anything to go by.
Yoongi holds his hand over Jimin’s and clicks the option /strip club/ for him.
“This leads you to less initial conflict.” Yoongi explains, though Jimin feels like maybe he should be playing the game for himself.
But Jimin tells himself that he isn’t going to shy away from it this time. He wants to prove to Yoongi that he’s just as adult as
For this reason, when Jimin’s character is offered a lap dance in exchange for one of the strippers agreeing to introduce him to the head of the club, who is willing to
“Why is she offering me a lap dance, though?” Jimin tilts his head, confused. “Shouldn’t I be paying her for one?”
“Your character’s, like, incredibly attractive. Just watch.” Yoongi taps Jimin’s waist from where he’s still
Except, Jimin can’t just watch when he has so many question. Suddenly, the screen is nothing but cleavage.
“Um,” Jimin begins, confused.
“It’s a point of view shot.”
Yoongi’s voice is in Jimin’s ear and it makes him a little jumpy, scooting back in his
“She’s going to ask if you want to hang out with her for a bit longer and if you say yes then it becomes a sidequest. You get points for that.” Yoongi explains as the dialogue shows up on the screen. He’s really walking Jimin
However, at the top of the screen, a small message pops up:
/Make character come./
“Make her come where?” Jimin clicks out of the message, confused.
“Come?” Yoongi asks, voice leading into, “The side quest is to make her
“Oh,” Jimin replies, quietly in realization, “will it be me just watching or do I have to make decisions.”
“You get to pick what they do.”
A menu bar pops up as Jimin asks this.
A_ Fuck character in missionary position
B_ Eat character out
C_ Let character suck your dick/
“Hyung,” Jimin starts, softly, “I don’t know how to do any of this.”
“That’s okay,” Yoongi replies, just as softly. He moves his hand from Jimin’s waist to his
Jimin can… he can do that, even if what he’s watching shocks him. He chooses /let character suck your dick/ and Yoongi tuts him.
“That’s a bit greedy.”
“Won’t she like it?” Jimin doesn’t understand.
“I dunno,” Jimin replies thoughtfully, “I— it’d get me off, I think.”
Yoongi tenses, registering Jimin’s response. His fingers squeeze his thigh.
Jimin doesn’t think he said anything too wrong, especially given the fact that, on the screen, the
The same line of questions repeats itself after a couple of moments, giving Jimin a chance to change the situation.
“Why isn’t there an option for her to be on top?”
Simply, Yoongi explains,
Jimin selects /fuck character in missionary position/.
The problem is that this reminds Jimin too closely of the things that he watches (and hopes to happen to him) during his heats. It’s too close to reality that his little
It’s nothing but a slight protrude in the front of his pants, and Jimin gasps upon realizing, sitting up on Yoongi’s lap and gripping the arms of the chair.
“Hyung, I have to stop playing,” Jimin tells Yoongi, very seriously.
“I’m, um,” Jimin easily blurts out lots of inappropriate things, but this one feels to be a little too much, “I’m hard.”
“Are you?” Yoongi asks, “Let me feel, then.”
Jimin isn’t sure why Yoongi would need to feel this, but Jimin
“That’s good, then. Keep playing, though.” Yoongi tells Jimin, and his thumb begins to pet at
Jimin can’t help that he likes it, wouldn’t mind for it to keep going.
So, Jimin finishes his business on screen with the stripper, who promises that her boss will be in touch with him, and Jimin’s given a screen of
He feels like it’d only be natural for his character to go home after something like that.
Yoongi, however, laughs in his ear, still petting Jimin’s hardened cock. It’s small, even hard, but less embarrassingly so, and Yoongi seems to appreciate
Jimin’s getting wet from it, underneath his tail, which is flattened between his bum and Yoongi’s lap. He’s producing slick, but Yoongi really doesn’t need to know that.
“Wait, who is she?” Jimin asks, pretty certain that his character has just had sex with a stripper, and now he’s being kissed by—
“That’s your character’s girlfriend.”
“It’s one of many twists.” Yoongi explains.
A dialogue pops up on the screen:
A_ Offering to make her dinner
B_ Having sex with her
C_ Telling her the truth about the stripper/
He squeezes Jimin’s cock, and Jimin gasps, too distracted to complain about Yoongi making the decision for him.
Jimin wants to squirm, if only to test the
Except, Yoongi notices that Jimin’s attention is off the screen and he tells him, “Pay attention, kitten, I need you to watch the screen.”
Jimin swallows. Humans call him kitten all the time, condescendingly, but with Yoongi it just comes out as a pet name. He’s not
When Jimin looks back up to the display monitor, there’s yet another simulated sex scene.
“Does watching these make you feel good?” Yoongi’s mouth is right next to Jimin’s ear, warm, and he thinks that Yoongi might kiss him there, but
“Yeah,” Jimin breathes, though it’s more Yoongi than anything else that has Jimin so overwhelmed. Yoongi, who has Jimin’s focus still averted from the game, even if he is physically watching the events on the screen.
Jimin’s character flips his girlfriend over on
“Good.” Yoongi hums, then, seemingly out of nowhere, though Jimin logically knows that it isn’t, “Are you wet?”
Jimin, if he isn’t already wearing a permanent blush, feels hot all over. He shifts his thighs
“Hyung,” Jimin pleads, “I’m— I can’t talk about that with you.”
He says this as though a
Yoongi continues to stroke Jimin, though his voice is certainly confused.
“Who told you that, Jimin?”
“Just—“ Jimin doesn’t know how to explain this quite right, “humans aren’t supposed to know about hybrids like that.”
“But you’re still— everyone knows that’s wrong, hyung.”
He says that they only want to
Humans, on the other hand, are told not to have sex with hybrids because they’re mere animals. The biology isn’t compatible. They’ll go wild during sex, they’ll take advantage and want more power afterwards.
But Yoongi doesn’t back
“Jimin,” Yoongi starts again, softly, “I can feel how wet you are through your pants. I need to know what you want from me.” He’s still rubbing the inside of Jimin’s thigh, grazes his cock gently once more, but it’s so short, and Jimin can’t help it when his hips
He can feel the wetness too.
Something like a moan escapes Jimin’s throat.
“It’s wrong, hyung. I— I want to, but it’s wrong.”
“But you do want this?” Yoongi asks, spreading Jimin’s legs a little wider,
“Yeah,” Jimin admits, a little ashamed by his own vulnerabilities. He’s never been attracted to a human before, so this has never been a problem of his.
But, now, Jimin wants Yoongi in the same way
“Okay,” Yoongi concedes and undoes the button of Jimin’s slacks, much to Jimin’s immediate surprise, “then think about this as a work order from your boss, kitten.”
But Jimin never got involved with the kind of people who wanted to have sex outside of their heats, and even when it came to be time for his, he never tried to find someone to help him through it.
Let alone a human who couldn’t possibly know what something like that is
Thus, Jimin startles in surprise at the feeling of his pants being unbuttoned by someone else for the first time in his
“Hey,” Yoongi’s hand is big enough for
“I’m— what’re you gonna do?” Jimin can already feel it, though, the way that Yoongi massages his erection in slow circles, that his
“I just want to play with you a little, kitten.” Yoongi kisses Jimin's neck and lets his mouth
It sounds nice, Jimin /feels/ nice, but he's still a little worried. He doesn’t know if he should trust a human to take care of him, especially since this is all that he's ever been warned against, seen horror stories on the news of humans kidnapping the weakest
Jimin doesn't want to be a pet, but he also wants Yoongi more than he's used to wanting a person. He doesn't want to be a pet, but he knows that he wants whatever Yoongi will give him, bucks his hips a few times just to feel how tight
Jimin doesn't know what any of this means.
“Sit up a little, though, okay? You’re gonna slide off of my lap if you stay like that.” Yoongi tuts.
Jimin uses his grip on the chair to sit up. His back is
Jimin gasps, recognizing that it’s much bigger than his own.
He’s never seen human porn, but he knows that human men have big cocks. They aren't meant to go inside of
“Hyung,” Jimin whispers, voice broken, “you can’t put that in me.”
And he says this very seriously, doesn’t even want to consider such a possibility. It's a weak warning.
“Why not?” Yoongi's mouth continues to press to the warm skin of Jimin's
He's nothing but weak and soft, a vulnerable kitten in Yoongi's lap.
Yoongi sounds as though he’s considering this.
“I wasn’t going to fuck you, but,” Yoongi starts, and Jimin bucks his hips with the feeling
“No,” Jimin replies, so fast because he knows that something like that would be wrong, “I’m just— I’m making sure you know.”
Yoongi hums teasingly, his hand picking up its
"Hyung," Jimin breaks, he's so close, "I can't come in my pants."
"They're already ruined." Yoongi
"Why not?" Yoongi laughs, though he doesn't jump to take off Jimin's pants respectfully. "Think it's something I've never seen before?"
"Um," Jimin's flustered, hadn't considered that Yoongi has done something like
"I know it's small, baby, you don't have to be embarrassed. I'm just trying to take care of you." Yoongi explains, "But I don't have to take your pants off if you
Admittedly, that does make Jimin feel a little better, is exactly what he needs to fuck into Yoongi's hand desperately, angle his hips in a way that forces Yoongi's
All the while, Yoongi pets Jimin through it, kissing his neck and whispering, "That's it, kitten,
Jimin doesn't — he doesn't exactly feel like a good boy, knowing how wrong all of this must be, but he can't help but enjoy it anyway, even when he's soft in his underwear and Yoongi still has his hand down his pants.
The aftermath is Jimin coming to terms with the
That Yoongi is still hard, with his human cock that presses against Jimin's bum, and Jimin still hasn't been fucked in the way that his body tends to beg
"Oh," Jimin parts his lips and tries to sit up, perhaps in reaction to this, combined with realization, but Yoongi holds him back down in place.
"You don't have to be so eager to get up, calm down, kitten," Yoongi says comfortingly,
Jimin tries to, at least. He visually takes in where Yoongi's wrist comes out of his waistband, how he's locked in place, and he suddenly gets this idea that he—
Jimin really wants to see Yoongi's cock.
He spreads his legs a little wider reflexively.
He realizes, quickly, that it's unlikely his boss isn't going to get off, too. That this wasn't all necessarily a selfless peruse. His legs feel weak, at the thought of Yoongi using his body to get
There's a thrill in such a thought.
Rather than answer Jimin's question, Yoongi tightens his arm around Jimin’s waist and bucks his hips upwards in a way that creates friction between his bum and Yoongi's cock. Because of his size, Jimin's entire body rocks from the
And, still, Jimin feels his entire body being used, when Yoongi's thrusts become more consistent.
"I, um," Jimin tries to squirm around in Yoongi's lap, but he's kept securely in place, "I
"Ah, you do?" Yoongi asks. "You'll have to work harder for something like that."
"What do you mean?" Jimin feels his voice grow small. "I just
It's innocent, Yoongi must know, that Jimin isn't experienced by any means, is willing to sit still on Yoongi's lap for however long it takes him to come by bucking his hips.
Yoongi wants more,
"You really want to see?" Yoongi teases.
"Well, I want something in return."
Jimin should know better than to nod his head in
"Let me see yours."
As if on reflex, Jimin goes to close his legs, but Yoongi quickly puts his hand in between where they part, locking them open like a wooden block fitted underneath a door.
It's not that Jimin's opposed to the idea of Yoongi
"I can promise you it's bigger than anything you've ever seen in your hybrid porn." Yoongi presses his mouth temptingly to Jimin's neck once again, making him
"Just go ahead and take off your pants for me."
Jimin doesn't know what inspires him to sit on Yoongi's lap in only his sweater, to having his bare
But now, Jimin's waiting to be able to see Yoongi's in
"Such a good kitty," Yoongi commends him, though it sounds distracted, between needy thrusts and a tight grip on Jimin's thigh for leverage.
"Hyung," Jimin whines and looks down, more embarrassed now than when Yoongi was about to come about how exposed his dick is, "you told me that I'd
Yoongi laughs and taps Jimin's hip, his grip loosening.
"Baby, put your pants back on."
Jimin flushes and nods his head obediently, getting up from Yoongi's lap with his bare bum completely on display for Yoongi's eyes.
Jimin is nothing but a squirming, embarrassed mess, his pants stained with come and slick, as he trails behind Yoongi, down the hall, and toward the waiting room of the animation department of Seoul Games.
“We’re heading out,” Yoongi tells Namjoon, who looks up from his
“...Jimin?” Namjoon begins, noticing how flustered he looks, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi answers easily on his behalf, “he’s fine.”
Jimin forces what he hopes is a convincing smile and nods his head.
“Bye, Namjoon,” he waves, though all
Jimin is certainly prepared to take the bus home, but when Yoongi sees him press the first-floor button in the elevator after he clicks the one for the garage, he shakes his head.
“I can give you a ride. You don’t have to take
“Oh,” Jimin doesn’t know how he feels about being in a car all alone with Yoongi, “that’s okay.”
It’s not that Jimin doesn’t trust Yoongi, it’s just that he’s always been warned against getting into a car with a human, been told that there are locks on the doors and
“C’mon, you don’t live far. Let me take you.”
Jimin agrees, if not because Yoongi’s his boss and he trusts him enough not to do anything bad, then because he really doesn’t want to have to face public transportation with
That probably isn’t a good idea, anyway, when other hybrids will be able to smell him and think that he’s in heat -- that he’d be vulnerable enough to be easy.
And, truthfully, Jimin does still feel a little easy, standing closer to Yoongi
If Yoongi wanted to stop the elevator and touch Jimin some more, he could.
It’s not that Jimin wants it
Yet, at some point, Jimin sighs to himself, losing all hope of leaving Yoongi completely satisfied, as he thinks that things are coming to an
"Which building is yours?" Yoongi asks, acknowledging Jimin for the first time during the car ride, and
When Yoongi pulls over to the side of the road in front of Jimin's building, Jimin doesn't expect to see Taehyung about to leave.
He realizes, however, that he's been caught. Everything he's done in the
"Who's that?" Yoongi asks, a little sourly, recognizing the hybrid and the way that Taehyung doesn't stop staring at Jimin through the window, still on the doorstep as though he's waiting for him to come out of the car.
"Kitten, you aren't going to say goodbye?" Yoongi places his hand on Jimin's thigh, heavily, as if to root him in place.
He seems a little jealous, if not spiteful, and Jimin is desperate to get out of the car, even if
"Don't I get a kiss goodbye?" Yoongi asks, though he's smirking. Jimin thinks that this might be a little condescending, and surely he wants to kiss Yoongi, but Taehyung is watching.
Jimin wants, desperately, to say, /hyung, my roommates
With his cheeks burning, Jimin leans into Yoongi's mouth and turns his head, slowly in a way that gives Yoongi time
Except, he doesn't, is still when Jimin presses his lips to his.
"Good boy," Yoongi pats Jimin's thigh and pulls away, "I'll see you tomorrow."
Jimin doesn't have time to linger over kissing Yoongi, the feeling of his lips against his or anything,
Jimin hasn't known Taehyung for longer than a month, but they've grown closer than Jimin thinks
Jimin avoids eye contact and enters the lobby, striding toward the elevator with Taehyung still at his side.
"Um," Jimin explains, "just my boss."
"Wait, what?" Taehyung sounds to be a little in
"Oh, yeah." Jimin agrees, shy because he's never had to talk about any of this before. And, honestly, he's a little overwhelmed.
"Why do you smell like you're in heat?" Taehyung squints as they enter the elevator, an
Jimin squeezes his thighs together.
"I'm not in heat." Jimin frowns. "I couldn't help it, it's just slick."
"Jimin," Taehyung restarts, much gentler than before, and Jimin looks up, willing to face
"Maybe," Jimin swallows, "he's not like other humans, though. He's really nice to me."
"Jimin," Taehyung sighs, nothing but concerned, but Jimin really doesn't want to have this conversation. He hates that being a hybrid
Yoongi's a human. He can't possibly want Jimin for Jimin, is what that’s supposed to mean.
"Please, Jimin, be safe." Taehyung must
Jimin is relieved to finally get into his apartment. He hurries toward his bedroom and immediately strips off
And, Jimin can feel how a puddle has collected in the back of his underwear, his cock hard all over again, and when he looks down at
Jimin squeezes his thighs together and pulls his underwear up, making it tighter around his cock, making his bulge look bigger through the fabric, but also feeding pressure against his hole.
Until, Jimin realizes that slick has begun to leak down his thigh and he doesn’t understand how this could be happening. Surely, he leaks a bit of slick on the occasion, depending, but this is alarming. Jimin doesn’t
He blames Yoongi. Because all he can think about is how /big/ he must be.
He still wants to see. He’s practically gagging for it.
But, for right now, Jimin does all that he can. He
And Jimin just feels /worse/, at the painfulness of how pathetic he is, pressing a pillow in between his
It’s not a heat, he tells himself, he’s just horny.
It’s not a heat, Jimin tells himself, but he’s just as desperate and, well, he’s beginning to think that it is.
This may be a heat, Jimin realizes, but it is not a normal one. Because, normally, it’s
Jimin’s phone begins to ring immediately, following his alarm for work.
“Hello?” Jimin manages to sound normal, despite how he’s feeling.
“Hey Jimin, it’s Namjoon from the office. How are you?”
He doesn’t know what he’s going to do, but he also knows that he really can’t be going into work in this state.
“I’m good, thanks. I just wanted to let you know that Yoongi-hyung’s gonna be working from
Mentally processing this, Jimin’s hole, still leaking with slick, immediately twitches at the idea of being inside of Yoongi’s home, with him and all alone.
“Right, sure,” Namjoon hurries, like he feels bad that Jimin hasn’t gotten it sooner, “of
Once Jimin has all of the information that he needs and is off the phone with Namjoon, he immediately calls Yoongi, nervously, because not only is he still thinking about the events of yesterday, the way that he’d been touched, but
“Hyung?” Jimin asks when Yoongi picks up the phone, “It’s Jimin.”
“Oh, hi, Jimin.” He sounds amused to be hearing from him. “Did Namjoon call and tell you about today?”
“Yeah, but,” Jimin starts, “I can’t go. I think I’m in heat.”
“I don’t know,” Jimin frowns, “I can’t control when they happen. I also, um, hyung, I shouldn’t really be talking to you about this. I’m sorry. It’ll be gone in two days or so, though.”
Though, there is a voice in Jimin’s head telling
“If I let you stay home, what’re you gonna do all by yourself?”
“Hyung,” Jimin whispers into the phone, especially since he still doesn’t know if Taehyung is home. He’s probably getting ready for work, and can likely smell that Jimin’s started his heat, “I— I can’t talk about that.”
Jimin doesn’t think that this is a good idea, but it’s the idea that he wants. There’s a voice in
There’s a voice in Jimin’s head yelling back, this one different, that Yoongi is human and not safe.
Jimin manages to dodge Taehyung, who texts him, telling him to call if he
Jimin hurries through the halls of his building and downstairs, hoping not to run into anyone.
“Hi, Jimin,” he’s greeted by Yoongi, despite the obvious dilemma hanging over them, “you feeling okay?”
Jimin hums in confirmation, even if it’s mutual knowledge
“I didn’t mean to make you go into heat.” Yoongi says suddenly,
“What do you mean?”
“Just, human pheromones tend to have their own effect on hybrids. But most hybrids have at least somewhat of a tolerance to it.”
Jimin swallows, unsure if what Yoongi is saying is true.
“If I would’ve… you were still hard and leaking when you
Jimin doesn’t know how Yoongi would know this, but it sounds true, paired with everything else that he knows about hybrids and their heats.
“I’m— I’m really desperate, hyung.” Jimin confesses, voice a little broken, and he
“I know, kitten, but we’re almost at mine.”