chapter 2:
Jimin Could Be Jimin
word count: 5,188 | cw// profanity, extra light smut
“I'm serious Jiminssi, you are the dumbest smart guy I've ever met,” Yoongi lovingly admonished, “I told you it wouldn't be long and now…you've got zero chance of hitting that. Dumb ass.” “Yeah, thanks, appreciate the reminder, bro,” Jimin shook his head, watching intently as you kissed your new boyfriend goodbye, “honestly, I didn't think she would be a ‘Daeso Kim' kinda girl, plus she works for me, the fuck was I supposed to do?” “Bro, every girl is a Daeso Kim girl, fuck…I’d consider being one too, the dude is the fucking guy. And you can't even hate the dude either because he's actually a good guy too…fucker,” Yoongi shook his head in confident envy, “I mean, it's not like we're fucking trash, we've got our own, but…I don't even think we could call it a competition with him and you, since you didn't even get in the game. Sorry, bro.” Yoongi squeezed Jimin's shoulder, knowing that this would be only the first of many commiserating sessions about you and your new man. “Yeah, I know,” Jimin nodded, cracking his neck to one side then the next, trying to muster the confidence to be the boss as he stepped out of Yoongi's care, “thanks again for the ride. I'll call you later.” “Laters,” Yoongi waved, before driving away while Jimin seemed to inch his way toward the front door.
“Good morning, Mr. Park,” the sweet front desk assistant smiled, while handing him a small stack of messages, “Merritt asked me to let you know she is in the conference room and catering is on the way. She also asked if you could stop by for a few minutes so she could run her latest edits by you before they get here.” “Thank you, I'll head over now,” his heart practically leaped out of his chest. He tried to steady his breathing so he didn't seem as eager as he was to be in your presence.
“Good morning…”, ‘please let me bend you over this table and make you scream my name, Jesus Christ you are so fucking sexy, “Merritt, how are you?” “Good morning, Mr. Park,” you smiled, taking in a slow deep breath, his overwhelming handsome sexiness perfectly mixed with intelligence, and charisma for days still took you a moment, “I'm great, how are you?” “I'm happy to hear it, I'm fine too, but please Merritt, call me Jimin,” he smiled, and the sun seemed to flood into the room ten fold. You tried hard not to blush, the way he looked at you when he made eye contact, literally made you dizzy, “yes, sir, Jimin, sir…sorry, thank you, Jimin.” ‘Christ, sir…this girl is going to fucking kill me’, Jimin’s inner thoughts, words and so many pictures and positions…were causing him to spiral, before he finally pulled himself back into the room as your boss only, “...that's better, so I was told you have some notes.” You smiled and started to explain the edits you'd made and he tried his absolute best to focus. Frankly, it didn't matter what you were saying, he trusted you enough to know it was brilliant, so he just smiled and nodded, adding a few thoughts here and there, but just let you roll with it. After all, the smartest thing he ever did was hire you…granted now that he'd developed feelings for you, it wasn't so smart, but…watching you at your boss level was satisfying enough, at least for now…it would have to be. “Well, I knew that you'd make this pitch better than I ever could, really nice job, Merritt,” Jimin praised, his smile warm and proud, while the soft touch of his hand against your back remained fully professional, but shot electricity through both of you, “I'm going to get settled in my office I'll see you in, what is it 20 minutes, now?” He allowed his hand to return back to him, flipping his wrist to check the time on his expensive watch. “Yes, I'll see you then. I'm sure the catering has arrived now, I'll get it all set. Thanks for the time, Mr….I mean, Jimin, thanks for the time, Jimin,” you smiled, and walked toward the lobby. When you'd walked out of the room, he exaggeratedly fell forward, gently smacking his head against the wall, thinking to himself, ‘why did she have to be so brilliant, I'm going to die. I'm dead, dead, dead…’ “Yes, right this way,” he heard your voice coming back down the hall and he rushed out the far door to his office. When he got into his office, he closed the door behind him and fell back against it, speaking softly to himself, “this is…fuck!”
[Jimin]: 💀
[Yoongi]: even more in love with her now, huh?
[Hoseok]: what happened?
[Yoongi]: I literally just dropped off this fool, haven't even gotten a chance to tell you, or wait…are you gonna tell him, fool?
[Jimin]: I'm gonna gather my pride and prepare for this meeting, you can blow up the gc while I’m away…
[Hoseok]: omg, what the fuck happened
[Yoongi]: his girl is no longer single, she is now the arm candy of Daeso Kim
[Hoseok]: oh fuck nooooooo, frrr real
[Yoongi]: we told him to jump on that
[Hoseok]: well yeah, but…how could he, he hired her
[Yoongi]: yup, it's the biggest catch 22 there ever was…but I still think he should've just given her the company, fuck it…to fuck it…😋
[Hoseok]: nah, would've been too soon. But Daeso Kim, really? How did they even meet? But even so, it's not like he stays with anyone that long anyway…
[Yoongi]: I don't know something about the drop off didn't seem, temporary, I think that's why bro is losing his shit
[Jimin]: I know I said to blow up the gc, but you realize I can still read…
[Hoseok]: sorry bro, that sucks. I know work just started for us, but first rounds on me after. Hang in there, Jiminssi!
[Yoongi]: yeah, like Hoseok said, don't worry the Daeso Kim clock is ticking, we'll see you later!
[Jimin]: 🍺🍹🍸🍷🍶
[Yoongi]: got damn, it's been 5 minutes…lol
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“That was amazing, Merritt,” Jimin praised when the newest clients you'd just landed for the company walked out, “I don't think I've ever had a meeting go so smoothly, with no additional stipulations from the clients. Do you remember that ever being the case, Namjoon?” You smiled, adding before Namjoon, the company's CFO could respond, “well, that's because of Namjoon’s brilliant projections. I just made the deck pretty.” Namjoon giggled, before commenting, “stop, Merritt, the deck had nothing to do with it. You put that package together in a way that made so much sense they'd be morons not to accept it as is. Congratulations! First of many, I'm sure.” You held your hands up to your heart and smiled appreciatively, “thank you so much. Thank you both for saying that. I appreciate it! I'll write up this final proposal and get it to you by lunch, Mr…ah, Jimin. Thanks again for the updated projections, Namjoon.” You walked out, seemingly on air and Namjoon turned to look at Jimin, shaking his head, “you were right, she's amazing! Are you going to have her take the lead from now on?” Jimin nodded with pride, before chuckling, “seems like it would be the best thing for the company, right?” Namjoon stood up and laughed, “if they all go like that, I don't think your company will really need you that much longer.” Jimin laughed, and shook his head, “I mean…it still is Park Avenue Investments, I'll have to at least keep an office, right?” They both laughed and walked to their respective offices.
Before Jimin reached his, at the end of the hall, he heard your voice coming from the reception area, and you sounded happy…really happy, “oh my gosh, I can't believe he did this…how did he even know it went well. He's the sweetest.” He quickly shuffled into his office, and watched you walking down the hall into your office with what seemed like a flower shops worth of flowers in bouquet form between your arms, it was literally almost as big as you, he closed his eyes and shook his head, falling back against the door again, “this mother fucker…is good. Fuuuuck!”
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“Dae, baby, they are gorgeous,” you gushed, calling Daeso the moment you placed the bouquet down, “you're such a sweet boyfriend, thank you so much.” “Awww, I'm glad that you liked them. I knew it was going to be amazing, because duh, my girl is the most amazing and I just wanted you to know how proud I am of you, babe. Also, I realized, I didn't know what your favorite kind of flowers were, so I just asked them for all of them…I hope it looks ok,” he spoke confidently, but with just the right amount of humbleness, “I'm really so proud of you. So, tell me about it, how did it go?” You could picture his adorable dimples, framing his huge smile, as he listened intently to you describe your work win, “...and they said they couldn't have drawn it up any better. Mr. Park, err, no Jimin, Jimin said that he's never seen a package meeting move forward as is, with no edits. Even Namjoon thought so. It was incredible, baby. I'm so hype right now. And these flowers, they're just amazing, baby. Thank you so much!” “My heart is so filled with joy for you, my love,” his voice was warm and loving, your heart was equally warmed, “Jimin, huh? That must be big.” “Yeah, he's been telling me for like ever to stop calling him Mr. Park, it's so weird, you know…it's kinda like calling a teacher by their first name, but I guess I've earned some equity. Right? That's a good thing, right, baby. I mean you own a company too…”
“Yes, that's definitely a good thing, babe. He sees you as an equal, you've built and earned a rapport, sweetheart. We are definitely celebrating tonight…,” he started before back tracking, unsure for a moment, was he being too much, “...I mean if you'd like to, I'd love to take you to dinner.” “Dae, baby, you are so damn adorable. Of course, I'd love to,” you giggled, smitten was just the tip of the iceberg with how you were feeling, “did you think I'd not want to?” “Honestly, I felt confident you'd want to, but…we've been seeing each other everyday, lately, and I just didn't want to monopolize your time. We'll, no, that's a lie…I do want to have all your time, but I just don't want you to get tired of me…” “Daeso Kim, stop that, you better want to spend all your time with me…because I want the same thing,” you started fully confident, but you eased off the gas slightly. “Really?” He asked, as if he couldn't believe it was possible. “Baby, of course I do,” you reassured him, a hint of worry creeping in for a moment, “why would you think I wouldn't, silly?” You could picture his cheeks blushing and you got a dose of confidence from it, he was such a catch that him feeling less than all the way confident made you feel like you were that girl…I mean, you knew you were that girl. “To be one hundred, baby, all of this is new for me,” he admitted, “I've never cared before, not the way I care with you, I just want to be doing the right things. I just…I really care about you.”
“Daa-eee,” you gushed, knowing what your nickname for him did to him, “I love that you care. I really care about you too and I promise, you're doing everything right. And…I also promise that I will tell you what I need. Like I did already with our Friday plans. And I hope you'll tell me too!” “I will, of course, I just…I'm kinda embarrassed, I mean I must sound so lame,” he confessed, he was always confident, but your newly shaped position as ‘real girlfriend’ in his life felt kinda intimidating. “No, actually you sound like a very thoughtful, considerate long term relationship boyfriend…,” you did your best to stroke his ego, “...so, unless you're trying to sound like a serial dater, I can assure you…you're actually sounding like perfection!” “My face is seriously so red right now, Merritt. I've never in my life blushed as hard as I do with you. You're such a special woman,” he gushed, he didn't even recognize himself, he was so far in with you he couldn't even relate to who he'd been just weeks before. “I love how honest you are with me, baby. Communication is so important to having a successful relationship, and I love that we can just talk and be honest. I appreciate you being so open and vulnerable with me. It means so much to me, truly…I hope you know how happy it makes me that we can be ourselves with each other. I'm so fucking happy!” Daeso burst into laughter, “I never thought I'd be so into someone with such an affinity for cursing. I love it.” You laughed and clarified, “I'm only a potty mouth with the people I'm most comfortable with, so consider yourself blessed to be in the company of my expansive curse word rich vocabulary,” you spoke proudly, confident in who you were. “I've never laughed with anyone like I laugh with you, babe,” he cooed, and you melted, thinking to yourself, ‘imma let him have all of this pussy…like now.’
“Oh goodness, baby, I better let you get back to work, I'm sorry about that,” he spoke seemingly embarrassed, “congratulations, my love! Can I pick you up after work and we can just head straight to dinner?” “No apologies needed, babe. Yes, I'd love for you to pick me up, but can we swing by my place so I can change out of my work clothes?” You could barely speak through the wide smile on your face. “Of course, of course,” he giggled, “sorry, I'm pretty much always in a suit, so I don't recognize the difference…or maybe it's because you looked so sexy in that pencil skirt with that tiny slit in the back and those heels, dear god…sorry…I'm still thinking about how incredible your ass looked, is that too much? Sorry if it is, baby, I'm not trying to be disrespectful…you're…just an absolute knockout…oh god, stop me before I embarrass myself even more…” You giggled, completely loving every word that stumbled out of his mouth, he was so fucking adorable…’I fucking love this man!’
“Oh, no, no…why would I stop all of this, my ego can barely fit inside my office right now,” you were intent on keeping him on his toes, loving how seemingly nervous you were making him, still…even a couple months in, “...but, I will definitely take your thoughts into account for my dinner outfit, I do have non-work pencil skirts that are just as kind to my ass as this one, babe.” “Mmmm…,” he moaned, stopping quickly when you chuckled, catching him obviously drooling over you. “Daaaesssooo,” you stretched his name out in a breathy tone, literally squeezing your legs together to calm your pussy screaming out for him, “baby…you've got to meet my brother, asap! Because…all this, steaminess that happens anytime we talk…I feel like it's getting hard to breathe. So, yeah…” “Should we invite him to dinner tonight, or maybe we can meet up for lunch,” his eagerness was shining like neon, and you couldn't help but giggle. “I love your initiative, baby, but…,” you actually were so turned on that you considered having him pick you up and fucking him is the parking lot, but, before you could really state much you heard a knock on your office door.
You looked up, and saw that it was Jimin who you waved inside, “hi Jimin.” “Hi, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to let you know I added an early lunch meeting and I was hoping I'd be able to sign off on that proposal before I left. Would you still be able to get that to me if I left within the hour?” He smiled, stepping to the side to see you behind your flowers. “No interruption at all, yes, absolutely! I'll get right on it,” your voice took a moment to get back to business, luckily it was much faster than the mess that you could feel between your legs. “Thank you so much, Merritt! Wow, these are nice…huge,” he giggled, “I can barely see you, but they are very nice. Thanks again!” “Of course, no problem,” you stated, watching him walk away, which was something you'd developed a tiny obsession with, ‘damn, his ass…’
“Baby, are you still there?” You asked, returning back to your hot and heavy moment with Daeso. “Yes, babe, I heard you have to go,” he stated before asking, “baby, ummm, are the flowers too big. I'm sorry if they were too much, I'm just so proud of…” “Dae, stop,” you interrupted, “they are perfect, they're not too big, I just hadn't had a moment to place them in a better spot. Seriously, they and you are perfect! Oh and speaking of, I love all flowers so this is perfect, but if I had to choose one…I'd say hydrangeas. But, I couldn't have imagined a more perfect bouquet. Thank you, my love!” “Ok, good, I just don't want you to get bad attention or anything…but, I'm glad they're good. Thanks for the reassurance, babe,” his tone felt relaxed and appreciative. You considered telling him about your dampened panties, but, since you were still planning on holding off until he met Jungkook, you didn't want to torture either of you, but you did want to put a pin back in that conversation topic, “before I go, my perfect man, for tonight please pick me up and we can swing by my place so I can change. Then tonight at dinner we will plan on when you can meet Jungkookie. How does that sound?” “That sounds like a great plan and I'll also pencil my hand in for the nightcap, once more,” he giggled, before clarifying, “but not to worry, my hand is totally free and happy to oblige.” You laughed, adding, “I'm so glad, but you can tell your hand that it's not going to have many more one-on-ones with you. I guarantee that! I can't wait to kiss you, baby. But I better go. Thanks again for my perfect bouquet!” “I can't wait, you're welcome, see you at five, beautiful!” His voice was dripping in giddiness, his heart continued to skip a beat, he had never felt so happy before.
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“I'm loosing my fucking shit, bro,” Jimin called Hoseok when Yoongi didnt answer, feeling out of control, which he never felt, “she's definitely not gonna be a one and done, she's not a one and done, believe me…she's different. Like, different, different…bro, what do I do?” “Ok, first, breathe Jiminssi. Breathe,” Hoseok was in the awkward position of being the first at bat with ‘losing his shit Jimin’, he was at a loss, “just breathe.” “Hoseokie! I need something else,” Jimin paced the length of his office, “you should see the bouquet he just sent her, I mean…like she just finished, I mean like within seconds this mother fucker had a fucking flower shop here for her. The fuck? Is that him? Is that a Daeso Kim thing to do? You dated that one girl after him, right…was that his MO. Like…what do I do…,” Jimin was definitely spiraling out of control, his hand had already been through his long hair several hundred times, at least. “Fucking snap the fuck out of it,” Hoseok called out, delivering a verbal slap across Jimin's face, “relax, fucking relax. They aren't married. Everything is technically temporary, so pull your head out of your ass and fucking be that guy, be Jimin Park, the fuck, let's go!” Jimin finally took a breath and sat down, “goddamn, all right, chill, Hoseokie. Chill.” Hoseok breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he'd gotten through to him, “well, damn, relax and get your shit together. This isn't a fucking sprint, this is going to be a mother fucking marathon and you need to be ready. Right now, alright, you good?” Jimin drew in a long, calming breath, and took a moment to remember who the fuck he was, and confirmed, “oh, yeah, I'm fucking good.” “Alright, let's fucking go,” Hoseok was feeling ready for the Daeso Kim challenge, and he was ready to make sure his boy was too, “first, you need to go talk to her right now about whatever…and make sure she knows you noticed the ‘try hard' flowers, but don't be a dick…just notice.” “Ok, I can do that, I bet she's talking to him, thanking him because she's that girl,” Jimin leaned his head to the side in awe of you again, before he jumped up, puffed out his chest, “no, she's my fucking girl.”
‘She is thanking him, she's such a sweetheart, I'd love to be the one buying her the flowers. And of course I wouldn't buy the whole fucking garden, she loves hydrangeas, obviously. Fucking douche…Wait did she say steaminess…”
<knock, knock>
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“Ok, done, done,” Jimin returned to his office, quickly picking up his phone, “are you still there, Hoseokie? I did it. She's so fucking beautiful…” “Bro, I can't believe you just left me on the phone,” Hoseok laughed, before asking, “so…what happened?” “I just told her I added an early lunch meeting so I needed the proposal from this morning within the hour, which one, got me to see her, two, got her off the phone call with him, which was…let's just say, if I would have heard any more, I would have actually died. And three, I mentioned how the flowers were nice, but huge, implying too big, but only because I knew she was on the phone with him, and I knew he had to have heard me. So, I suppose mission accomplished, right? I mean, was that a mission, what did it accomplish? Wait…” “Duh, that's why you were supposed to take the phone with you, so I could provide additional commentary. Dear god, this is going to be a steep learning curve for us,” Hoseok admitted, realizing they were really out on a limb, neither him or Jimin or any of their friends for that matter had been in a position where they had to do anything except be charming and handsome to attract someone, it was uncharted water they were seemingly being pulled into the deep end of. “I feel like I'm 13, I swear, what is this girl doing to me…,” Jimin plopped down on the leather coach in his office, “I feel so fucking stupid, celebrating that I told her the flowers, she rightfully deserved, were huge. Was I a dick? I mean, I was more focused on him, not her. What the fuck am I doing?” “I don't know, I’m sure Yoongi will tell us how stupid we were at drinks tonight, but…what about this early lunch, I guess you better plan on leaving, huh?” Hoseok’s shrug was audible and they both paused for a moment to run back their middle school antics.
“Jimin, bro, this can't be us, right? Like, we don't do stupid shit, right? You just have to show her who you are, like you had been…that's the only plan we should pursue, wouldn't you say? I mean, it is Daeso Kim, days may be numbered and even if they aren't, she should at least know that her options aren't limited. Right? You there?Jiminie?” Hoseok knew how much he liked you and he knew that if you knew, you'd like him too, he felt a sense of responsibility to his best friend, especially since he'd never seen him like he was over you. “Oh my god, Hoseokie, that's it, you're a fucking genius,” Jimin sprung up a newly formed idea, that was one hundred percent him, “the lunch…I'm going to take her to lunch, to celebrate her win. I'll invite Namjoon too, so it's not totally crazy. Then, she'll get to spend time with me, that's not absolutely about work. She can get to know me, and that will have to be it, right? What do you think?” “I think that you being Jimin, is the best way to her heart, and…if that came from something I said, then you're right, I am a fucking genius,” Hoseok’s sunshine laden tone put the extra stamp of approval on Jimin's idea and before he even had to ask, he offered, “I'll call and reserve a table for three at the restaurant. I love when my investments can pay me back.” “You're the best, Hoseokie, thank you. Let me go run it by Namjoon…wait, do you think it's fucked that I essentially asked her to work faster so I could take her to lunch?” Jimin’s lips puckered, while he scrunched his face, pondering. “No, if she's as amazing as you say, she will be so excited and appreciative that you would surprise her, plus you can give her the rest of the day off or something after, since it's all done. Win, win! Good luck, bro…I feel good about this. Can't wait to hear how it went at drinks later!” Hoseok felt a shared confidence in the shift in energy, it felt like now Jimin could be Jimin…and that was always the winning move.
<knock, knock>
“Hey Namjoon,” Jimin peeked his head into Namjoons office, “do you have a second?” Namjoon pointed to his phone, but waved him in as he concluded his call, “hey, sorry, was just telling my girl about the good news. What's up?” “Well, that's what I wanted to ask you about, I was thinking that maybe I could take you and Merritt out for lunch to celebrate. It's her first close and I thought it would be nice to treat her, what do you think? You in?” Jimin tried hard to manage his excitement for the opportunity to spend non-work-work time with you, but the pounding of his heart was making it hard to focus, especially with nerves of you saying no thanks slipping in. “Free meal, hell yeah I'm in,” Namjoon happily agreed, knowing what a key piece of the team you were becoming, yet still clueless of Jimin's feelings for you. “Awesome! I'll go ask, Merritt,” Jimin imagined himself jumping in the air and tapping his heels together as he walked to your office. He could not control the smile on his face, but right before he knocked again, he took in a slow steadying breath and closed his eyes, picturing a successful ‘ask’.
<knock, knock, knock>
He shook his head, embarrassed with his seemingly overzealous knocks. “Come in,” you called out, your voice instantly making his knees weak. ‘She's your girl,’ He thought to himself, before opening your door apologetically, “Hi again, sorry to bother you, Merritt…” You smiled at him, practically knocking the wind out of him, before looking down at your computer screen, “I was just about to hit send. Sorry, for the delay, I just wanted to triple check it.” “Oh, no delay at all, actually…I was coming in to apologize to you,” Jimin started, completely taken aback by your beauty, any chance he had to look into your eyes was one he didn't take for granted. You smiled, before cutely furrowing your eyebrows, confused, “apologize? For what?” ‘Fuck, look at that face…my heart can't take these constant explosions…’ Jimin smiled, continuing, “...well, I kind of provided you with a bit of misinformation earlier, I did want to have the proposal wrapped up, but because I was hoping you would let me take you…and Namjoon to lunch to celebrate your first close. Would that be ok?”
“Oh my goodness, for real? You don't have to do that, your kind words were plenty celebration for me,” you were more than appreciative of the offer and honestly you'd be lying if you said you wouldn't want to spend more time with them, but…you also didn't want to seem like you needed any kind of accolade, you were just being a boss at your job. “And my praise you will always have, but, this is a big deal…not just for you, but for the company. Landing these clients was THE goal for this quarter. We should mark the occasion with food, right?” He knew you and he knew you wouldn't want to impose, so he was prepared to persuade you, but he wasn't prepared for how your sweet disposition and gorgeous smile would cause his heart to pound so loud he could barely hear you accept. “Ok, sure, that sounds amazing. Thank you so much, Jimin. That is really so nice of you,” you smiled, placing your hands against your heart, your signature sign of appreciation…something Jimin absolutely adored, just another item on his list of reasons he thought you were the most amazing woman he'd ever met. “Yay!” He celebrated in tiny, instantly embarrassed, adding before he could do anything else, “sorry again for misleading you, Merritt. Thank you for being such an incredible member of the team!” You giggled, shaking your head, “oh gosh, don't even worry about it. This is such a surprise….I'm really grateful. And, I actually love surprises, so it's double awesome! Wait, so…is lunch still going to be early?” He laughed, playfully shrugging, “lunch can be whenever you'd like it to be. Sorry, I should have just asked you about it…” You laughed, finding his playfulness even more charming than usual, and you shook your head, “no, I told you I love surprises. It was perfect. Really, thank you. Well, a little insight into me…I'm actually always hungry, so, ‘whenever’ works for me…always!” ‘Dead, she is perfect, I’m done…I need this woman to be mine…’ “Good to know,” Jimin smiled, while he celebrated with an internal fireworks show, “and actually, let me check with Namjoon and I'll teams you, maybe we can plan on 11:30, what do you think…” ‘Love of my life…’ “Sounds perfect! Thanks again, Jimin,” you smiled, taking a few moments to watch him leave, which he truly did better than anyone.
Jimin looked around, and began to punch the air in celebration when he saw no one was in the hallway, ‘fuck yes!’ Namjoon’s office door was opened, so Jimin peeked in again and confirmed, “she said yes, she's excited. We were thinking 11:30, will that work for you too?” “Yup, that's perfect,” Namjoon agreed, adding a thumbs up. “Awesome, I'll let her know,” Jimin smiled, floating back to his office, happily typing a message to you.
JMP: 11:30 it is! 🎉
MAC: Woo hoo! Thx again!
Jimin felt the release of his smile within his cheeks as he settled into his desk chair and watched as the minutes ticked closer to being with you.
“Good morning, Mr. Park,” the sweet front desk assistant smiled, while handing him a small stack of messages, “Merritt asked me to let you know she is in the conference room and catering is on the way. She also asked if you could stop by for a few minutes so she could run her latest edits by you before they get here.” “Thank you, I'll head over now,” his heart practically leaped out of his chest. He tried to steady his breathing so he didn't seem as eager as he was to be in your presence.
“Good morning…”, ‘please let me bend you over this table and make you scream my name, Jesus Christ you are so fucking sexy, “Merritt, how are you?” “Good morning, Mr. Park,” you smiled, taking in a slow deep breath, his overwhelming handsome sexiness perfectly mixed with intelligence, and charisma for days still took you a moment, “I'm great, how are you?” “I'm happy to hear it, I'm fine too, but please Merritt, call me Jimin,” he smiled, and the sun seemed to flood into the room ten fold. You tried hard not to blush, the way he looked at you when he made eye contact, literally made you dizzy, “yes, sir, Jimin, sir…sorry, thank you, Jimin.” ‘Christ, sir…this girl is going to fucking kill me’, Jimin’s inner thoughts, words and so many pictures and positions…were causing him to spiral, before he finally pulled himself back into the room as your boss only, “...that's better, so I was told you have some notes.” You smiled and started to explain the edits you'd made and he tried his absolute best to focus. Frankly, it didn't matter what you were saying, he trusted you enough to know it was brilliant, so he just smiled and nodded, adding a few thoughts here and there, but just let you roll with it. After all, the smartest thing he ever did was hire you…granted now that he'd developed feelings for you, it wasn't so smart, but…watching you at your boss level was satisfying enough, at least for now…it would have to be. “Well, I knew that you'd make this pitch better than I ever could, really nice job, Merritt,” Jimin praised, his smile warm and proud, while the soft touch of his hand against your back remained fully professional, but shot electricity through both of you, “I'm going to get settled in my office I'll see you in, what is it 20 minutes, now?” He allowed his hand to return back to him, flipping his wrist to check the time on his expensive watch. “Yes, I'll see you then. I'm sure the catering has arrived now, I'll get it all set. Thanks for the time, Mr….I mean, Jimin, thanks for the time, Jimin,” you smiled, and walked toward the lobby. When you'd walked out of the room, he exaggeratedly fell forward, gently smacking his head against the wall, thinking to himself, ‘why did she have to be so brilliant, I'm going to die. I'm dead, dead, dead…’ “Yes, right this way,” he heard your voice coming back down the hall and he rushed out the far door to his office. When he got into his office, he closed the door behind him and fell back against it, speaking softly to himself, “this is…fuck!”
[Jimin]: 💀
[Yoongi]: even more in love with her now, huh?
[Hoseok]: what happened?
[Yoongi]: I literally just dropped off this fool, haven't even gotten a chance to tell you, or wait…are you gonna tell him, fool?
[Jimin]: I'm gonna gather my pride and prepare for this meeting, you can blow up the gc while I’m away…
[Hoseok]: omg, what the fuck happened
[Yoongi]: his girl is no longer single, she is now the arm candy of Daeso Kim
[Hoseok]: oh fuck nooooooo, frrr real
[Yoongi]: we told him to jump on that
[Hoseok]: well yeah, but…how could he, he hired her
[Yoongi]: yup, it's the biggest catch 22 there ever was…but I still think he should've just given her the company, fuck it…to fuck it…😋
[Hoseok]: nah, would've been too soon. But Daeso Kim, really? How did they even meet? But even so, it's not like he stays with anyone that long anyway…
[Yoongi]: I don't know something about the drop off didn't seem, temporary, I think that's why bro is losing his shit
[Jimin]: I know I said to blow up the gc, but you realize I can still read…
[Hoseok]: sorry bro, that sucks. I know work just started for us, but first rounds on me after. Hang in there, Jiminssi!
[Yoongi]: yeah, like Hoseok said, don't worry the Daeso Kim clock is ticking, we'll see you later!
[Jimin]: 🍺🍹🍸🍷🍶
[Yoongi]: got damn, it's been 5 minutes…lol
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“That was amazing, Merritt,” Jimin praised when the newest clients you'd just landed for the company walked out, “I don't think I've ever had a meeting go so smoothly, with no additional stipulations from the clients. Do you remember that ever being the case, Namjoon?” You smiled, adding before Namjoon, the company's CFO could respond, “well, that's because of Namjoon’s brilliant projections. I just made the deck pretty.” Namjoon giggled, before commenting, “stop, Merritt, the deck had nothing to do with it. You put that package together in a way that made so much sense they'd be morons not to accept it as is. Congratulations! First of many, I'm sure.” You held your hands up to your heart and smiled appreciatively, “thank you so much. Thank you both for saying that. I appreciate it! I'll write up this final proposal and get it to you by lunch, Mr…ah, Jimin. Thanks again for the updated projections, Namjoon.” You walked out, seemingly on air and Namjoon turned to look at Jimin, shaking his head, “you were right, she's amazing! Are you going to have her take the lead from now on?” Jimin nodded with pride, before chuckling, “seems like it would be the best thing for the company, right?” Namjoon stood up and laughed, “if they all go like that, I don't think your company will really need you that much longer.” Jimin laughed, and shook his head, “I mean…it still is Park Avenue Investments, I'll have to at least keep an office, right?” They both laughed and walked to their respective offices.
Before Jimin reached his, at the end of the hall, he heard your voice coming from the reception area, and you sounded happy…really happy, “oh my gosh, I can't believe he did this…how did he even know it went well. He's the sweetest.” He quickly shuffled into his office, and watched you walking down the hall into your office with what seemed like a flower shops worth of flowers in bouquet form between your arms, it was literally almost as big as you, he closed his eyes and shook his head, falling back against the door again, “this mother fucker…is good. Fuuuuck!”
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“Dae, baby, they are gorgeous,” you gushed, calling Daeso the moment you placed the bouquet down, “you're such a sweet boyfriend, thank you so much.” “Awww, I'm glad that you liked them. I knew it was going to be amazing, because duh, my girl is the most amazing and I just wanted you to know how proud I am of you, babe. Also, I realized, I didn't know what your favorite kind of flowers were, so I just asked them for all of them…I hope it looks ok,” he spoke confidently, but with just the right amount of humbleness, “I'm really so proud of you. So, tell me about it, how did it go?” You could picture his adorable dimples, framing his huge smile, as he listened intently to you describe your work win, “...and they said they couldn't have drawn it up any better. Mr. Park, err, no Jimin, Jimin said that he's never seen a package meeting move forward as is, with no edits. Even Namjoon thought so. It was incredible, baby. I'm so hype right now. And these flowers, they're just amazing, baby. Thank you so much!” “My heart is so filled with joy for you, my love,” his voice was warm and loving, your heart was equally warmed, “Jimin, huh? That must be big.” “Yeah, he's been telling me for like ever to stop calling him Mr. Park, it's so weird, you know…it's kinda like calling a teacher by their first name, but I guess I've earned some equity. Right? That's a good thing, right, baby. I mean you own a company too…”
“Yes, that's definitely a good thing, babe. He sees you as an equal, you've built and earned a rapport, sweetheart. We are definitely celebrating tonight…,” he started before back tracking, unsure for a moment, was he being too much, “...I mean if you'd like to, I'd love to take you to dinner.” “Dae, baby, you are so damn adorable. Of course, I'd love to,” you giggled, smitten was just the tip of the iceberg with how you were feeling, “did you think I'd not want to?” “Honestly, I felt confident you'd want to, but…we've been seeing each other everyday, lately, and I just didn't want to monopolize your time. We'll, no, that's a lie…I do want to have all your time, but I just don't want you to get tired of me…” “Daeso Kim, stop that, you better want to spend all your time with me…because I want the same thing,” you started fully confident, but you eased off the gas slightly. “Really?” He asked, as if he couldn't believe it was possible. “Baby, of course I do,” you reassured him, a hint of worry creeping in for a moment, “why would you think I wouldn't, silly?” You could picture his cheeks blushing and you got a dose of confidence from it, he was such a catch that him feeling less than all the way confident made you feel like you were that girl…I mean, you knew you were that girl. “To be one hundred, baby, all of this is new for me,” he admitted, “I've never cared before, not the way I care with you, I just want to be doing the right things. I just…I really care about you.”
“Daa-eee,” you gushed, knowing what your nickname for him did to him, “I love that you care. I really care about you too and I promise, you're doing everything right. And…I also promise that I will tell you what I need. Like I did already with our Friday plans. And I hope you'll tell me too!” “I will, of course, I just…I'm kinda embarrassed, I mean I must sound so lame,” he confessed, he was always confident, but your newly shaped position as ‘real girlfriend’ in his life felt kinda intimidating. “No, actually you sound like a very thoughtful, considerate long term relationship boyfriend…,” you did your best to stroke his ego, “...so, unless you're trying to sound like a serial dater, I can assure you…you're actually sounding like perfection!” “My face is seriously so red right now, Merritt. I've never in my life blushed as hard as I do with you. You're such a special woman,” he gushed, he didn't even recognize himself, he was so far in with you he couldn't even relate to who he'd been just weeks before. “I love how honest you are with me, baby. Communication is so important to having a successful relationship, and I love that we can just talk and be honest. I appreciate you being so open and vulnerable with me. It means so much to me, truly…I hope you know how happy it makes me that we can be ourselves with each other. I'm so fucking happy!” Daeso burst into laughter, “I never thought I'd be so into someone with such an affinity for cursing. I love it.” You laughed and clarified, “I'm only a potty mouth with the people I'm most comfortable with, so consider yourself blessed to be in the company of my expansive curse word rich vocabulary,” you spoke proudly, confident in who you were. “I've never laughed with anyone like I laugh with you, babe,” he cooed, and you melted, thinking to yourself, ‘imma let him have all of this pussy…like now.’
“Oh goodness, baby, I better let you get back to work, I'm sorry about that,” he spoke seemingly embarrassed, “congratulations, my love! Can I pick you up after work and we can just head straight to dinner?” “No apologies needed, babe. Yes, I'd love for you to pick me up, but can we swing by my place so I can change out of my work clothes?” You could barely speak through the wide smile on your face. “Of course, of course,” he giggled, “sorry, I'm pretty much always in a suit, so I don't recognize the difference…or maybe it's because you looked so sexy in that pencil skirt with that tiny slit in the back and those heels, dear god…sorry…I'm still thinking about how incredible your ass looked, is that too much? Sorry if it is, baby, I'm not trying to be disrespectful…you're…just an absolute knockout…oh god, stop me before I embarrass myself even more…” You giggled, completely loving every word that stumbled out of his mouth, he was so fucking adorable…’I fucking love this man!’
“Oh, no, no…why would I stop all of this, my ego can barely fit inside my office right now,” you were intent on keeping him on his toes, loving how seemingly nervous you were making him, still…even a couple months in, “...but, I will definitely take your thoughts into account for my dinner outfit, I do have non-work pencil skirts that are just as kind to my ass as this one, babe.” “Mmmm…,” he moaned, stopping quickly when you chuckled, catching him obviously drooling over you. “Daaaesssooo,” you stretched his name out in a breathy tone, literally squeezing your legs together to calm your pussy screaming out for him, “baby…you've got to meet my brother, asap! Because…all this, steaminess that happens anytime we talk…I feel like it's getting hard to breathe. So, yeah…” “Should we invite him to dinner tonight, or maybe we can meet up for lunch,” his eagerness was shining like neon, and you couldn't help but giggle. “I love your initiative, baby, but…,” you actually were so turned on that you considered having him pick you up and fucking him is the parking lot, but, before you could really state much you heard a knock on your office door.
You looked up, and saw that it was Jimin who you waved inside, “hi Jimin.” “Hi, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to let you know I added an early lunch meeting and I was hoping I'd be able to sign off on that proposal before I left. Would you still be able to get that to me if I left within the hour?” He smiled, stepping to the side to see you behind your flowers. “No interruption at all, yes, absolutely! I'll get right on it,” your voice took a moment to get back to business, luckily it was much faster than the mess that you could feel between your legs. “Thank you so much, Merritt! Wow, these are nice…huge,” he giggled, “I can barely see you, but they are very nice. Thanks again!” “Of course, no problem,” you stated, watching him walk away, which was something you'd developed a tiny obsession with, ‘damn, his ass…’
“Baby, are you still there?” You asked, returning back to your hot and heavy moment with Daeso. “Yes, babe, I heard you have to go,” he stated before asking, “baby, ummm, are the flowers too big. I'm sorry if they were too much, I'm just so proud of…” “Dae, stop,” you interrupted, “they are perfect, they're not too big, I just hadn't had a moment to place them in a better spot. Seriously, they and you are perfect! Oh and speaking of, I love all flowers so this is perfect, but if I had to choose one…I'd say hydrangeas. But, I couldn't have imagined a more perfect bouquet. Thank you, my love!” “Ok, good, I just don't want you to get bad attention or anything…but, I'm glad they're good. Thanks for the reassurance, babe,” his tone felt relaxed and appreciative. You considered telling him about your dampened panties, but, since you were still planning on holding off until he met Jungkook, you didn't want to torture either of you, but you did want to put a pin back in that conversation topic, “before I go, my perfect man, for tonight please pick me up and we can swing by my place so I can change. Then tonight at dinner we will plan on when you can meet Jungkookie. How does that sound?” “That sounds like a great plan and I'll also pencil my hand in for the nightcap, once more,” he giggled, before clarifying, “but not to worry, my hand is totally free and happy to oblige.” You laughed, adding, “I'm so glad, but you can tell your hand that it's not going to have many more one-on-ones with you. I guarantee that! I can't wait to kiss you, baby. But I better go. Thanks again for my perfect bouquet!” “I can't wait, you're welcome, see you at five, beautiful!” His voice was dripping in giddiness, his heart continued to skip a beat, he had never felt so happy before.
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“I'm loosing my fucking shit, bro,” Jimin called Hoseok when Yoongi didnt answer, feeling out of control, which he never felt, “she's definitely not gonna be a one and done, she's not a one and done, believe me…she's different. Like, different, different…bro, what do I do?” “Ok, first, breathe Jiminssi. Breathe,” Hoseok was in the awkward position of being the first at bat with ‘losing his shit Jimin’, he was at a loss, “just breathe.” “Hoseokie! I need something else,” Jimin paced the length of his office, “you should see the bouquet he just sent her, I mean…like she just finished, I mean like within seconds this mother fucker had a fucking flower shop here for her. The fuck? Is that him? Is that a Daeso Kim thing to do? You dated that one girl after him, right…was that his MO. Like…what do I do…,” Jimin was definitely spiraling out of control, his hand had already been through his long hair several hundred times, at least. “Fucking snap the fuck out of it,” Hoseok called out, delivering a verbal slap across Jimin's face, “relax, fucking relax. They aren't married. Everything is technically temporary, so pull your head out of your ass and fucking be that guy, be Jimin Park, the fuck, let's go!” Jimin finally took a breath and sat down, “goddamn, all right, chill, Hoseokie. Chill.” Hoseok breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he'd gotten through to him, “well, damn, relax and get your shit together. This isn't a fucking sprint, this is going to be a mother fucking marathon and you need to be ready. Right now, alright, you good?” Jimin drew in a long, calming breath, and took a moment to remember who the fuck he was, and confirmed, “oh, yeah, I'm fucking good.” “Alright, let's fucking go,” Hoseok was feeling ready for the Daeso Kim challenge, and he was ready to make sure his boy was too, “first, you need to go talk to her right now about whatever…and make sure she knows you noticed the ‘try hard' flowers, but don't be a dick…just notice.” “Ok, I can do that, I bet she's talking to him, thanking him because she's that girl,” Jimin leaned his head to the side in awe of you again, before he jumped up, puffed out his chest, “no, she's my fucking girl.”
‘She is thanking him, she's such a sweetheart, I'd love to be the one buying her the flowers. And of course I wouldn't buy the whole fucking garden, she loves hydrangeas, obviously. Fucking douche…Wait did she say steaminess…”
<knock, knock>
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“Ok, done, done,” Jimin returned to his office, quickly picking up his phone, “are you still there, Hoseokie? I did it. She's so fucking beautiful…” “Bro, I can't believe you just left me on the phone,” Hoseok laughed, before asking, “so…what happened?” “I just told her I added an early lunch meeting so I needed the proposal from this morning within the hour, which one, got me to see her, two, got her off the phone call with him, which was…let's just say, if I would have heard any more, I would have actually died. And three, I mentioned how the flowers were nice, but huge, implying too big, but only because I knew she was on the phone with him, and I knew he had to have heard me. So, I suppose mission accomplished, right? I mean, was that a mission, what did it accomplish? Wait…” “Duh, that's why you were supposed to take the phone with you, so I could provide additional commentary. Dear god, this is going to be a steep learning curve for us,” Hoseok admitted, realizing they were really out on a limb, neither him or Jimin or any of their friends for that matter had been in a position where they had to do anything except be charming and handsome to attract someone, it was uncharted water they were seemingly being pulled into the deep end of. “I feel like I'm 13, I swear, what is this girl doing to me…,” Jimin plopped down on the leather coach in his office, “I feel so fucking stupid, celebrating that I told her the flowers, she rightfully deserved, were huge. Was I a dick? I mean, I was more focused on him, not her. What the fuck am I doing?” “I don't know, I’m sure Yoongi will tell us how stupid we were at drinks tonight, but…what about this early lunch, I guess you better plan on leaving, huh?” Hoseok’s shrug was audible and they both paused for a moment to run back their middle school antics.
“Jimin, bro, this can't be us, right? Like, we don't do stupid shit, right? You just have to show her who you are, like you had been…that's the only plan we should pursue, wouldn't you say? I mean, it is Daeso Kim, days may be numbered and even if they aren't, she should at least know that her options aren't limited. Right? You there?Jiminie?” Hoseok knew how much he liked you and he knew that if you knew, you'd like him too, he felt a sense of responsibility to his best friend, especially since he'd never seen him like he was over you. “Oh my god, Hoseokie, that's it, you're a fucking genius,” Jimin sprung up a newly formed idea, that was one hundred percent him, “the lunch…I'm going to take her to lunch, to celebrate her win. I'll invite Namjoon too, so it's not totally crazy. Then, she'll get to spend time with me, that's not absolutely about work. She can get to know me, and that will have to be it, right? What do you think?” “I think that you being Jimin, is the best way to her heart, and…if that came from something I said, then you're right, I am a fucking genius,” Hoseok’s sunshine laden tone put the extra stamp of approval on Jimin's idea and before he even had to ask, he offered, “I'll call and reserve a table for three at the restaurant. I love when my investments can pay me back.” “You're the best, Hoseokie, thank you. Let me go run it by Namjoon…wait, do you think it's fucked that I essentially asked her to work faster so I could take her to lunch?” Jimin’s lips puckered, while he scrunched his face, pondering. “No, if she's as amazing as you say, she will be so excited and appreciative that you would surprise her, plus you can give her the rest of the day off or something after, since it's all done. Win, win! Good luck, bro…I feel good about this. Can't wait to hear how it went at drinks later!” Hoseok felt a shared confidence in the shift in energy, it felt like now Jimin could be Jimin…and that was always the winning move.
<knock, knock>
“Hey Namjoon,” Jimin peeked his head into Namjoons office, “do you have a second?” Namjoon pointed to his phone, but waved him in as he concluded his call, “hey, sorry, was just telling my girl about the good news. What's up?” “Well, that's what I wanted to ask you about, I was thinking that maybe I could take you and Merritt out for lunch to celebrate. It's her first close and I thought it would be nice to treat her, what do you think? You in?” Jimin tried hard to manage his excitement for the opportunity to spend non-work-work time with you, but the pounding of his heart was making it hard to focus, especially with nerves of you saying no thanks slipping in. “Free meal, hell yeah I'm in,” Namjoon happily agreed, knowing what a key piece of the team you were becoming, yet still clueless of Jimin's feelings for you. “Awesome! I'll go ask, Merritt,” Jimin imagined himself jumping in the air and tapping his heels together as he walked to your office. He could not control the smile on his face, but right before he knocked again, he took in a slow steadying breath and closed his eyes, picturing a successful ‘ask’.
<knock, knock, knock>
He shook his head, embarrassed with his seemingly overzealous knocks. “Come in,” you called out, your voice instantly making his knees weak. ‘She's your girl,’ He thought to himself, before opening your door apologetically, “Hi again, sorry to bother you, Merritt…” You smiled at him, practically knocking the wind out of him, before looking down at your computer screen, “I was just about to hit send. Sorry, for the delay, I just wanted to triple check it.” “Oh, no delay at all, actually…I was coming in to apologize to you,” Jimin started, completely taken aback by your beauty, any chance he had to look into your eyes was one he didn't take for granted. You smiled, before cutely furrowing your eyebrows, confused, “apologize? For what?” ‘Fuck, look at that face…my heart can't take these constant explosions…’ Jimin smiled, continuing, “...well, I kind of provided you with a bit of misinformation earlier, I did want to have the proposal wrapped up, but because I was hoping you would let me take you…and Namjoon to lunch to celebrate your first close. Would that be ok?”
“Oh my goodness, for real? You don't have to do that, your kind words were plenty celebration for me,” you were more than appreciative of the offer and honestly you'd be lying if you said you wouldn't want to spend more time with them, but…you also didn't want to seem like you needed any kind of accolade, you were just being a boss at your job. “And my praise you will always have, but, this is a big deal…not just for you, but for the company. Landing these clients was THE goal for this quarter. We should mark the occasion with food, right?” He knew you and he knew you wouldn't want to impose, so he was prepared to persuade you, but he wasn't prepared for how your sweet disposition and gorgeous smile would cause his heart to pound so loud he could barely hear you accept. “Ok, sure, that sounds amazing. Thank you so much, Jimin. That is really so nice of you,” you smiled, placing your hands against your heart, your signature sign of appreciation…something Jimin absolutely adored, just another item on his list of reasons he thought you were the most amazing woman he'd ever met. “Yay!” He celebrated in tiny, instantly embarrassed, adding before he could do anything else, “sorry again for misleading you, Merritt. Thank you for being such an incredible member of the team!” You giggled, shaking your head, “oh gosh, don't even worry about it. This is such a surprise….I'm really grateful. And, I actually love surprises, so it's double awesome! Wait, so…is lunch still going to be early?” He laughed, playfully shrugging, “lunch can be whenever you'd like it to be. Sorry, I should have just asked you about it…” You laughed, finding his playfulness even more charming than usual, and you shook your head, “no, I told you I love surprises. It was perfect. Really, thank you. Well, a little insight into me…I'm actually always hungry, so, ‘whenever’ works for me…always!” ‘Dead, she is perfect, I’m done…I need this woman to be mine…’ “Good to know,” Jimin smiled, while he celebrated with an internal fireworks show, “and actually, let me check with Namjoon and I'll teams you, maybe we can plan on 11:30, what do you think…” ‘Love of my life…’ “Sounds perfect! Thanks again, Jimin,” you smiled, taking a few moments to watch him leave, which he truly did better than anyone.
Jimin looked around, and began to punch the air in celebration when he saw no one was in the hallway, ‘fuck yes!’ Namjoon’s office door was opened, so Jimin peeked in again and confirmed, “she said yes, she's excited. We were thinking 11:30, will that work for you too?” “Yup, that's perfect,” Namjoon agreed, adding a thumbs up. “Awesome, I'll let her know,” Jimin smiled, floating back to his office, happily typing a message to you.
JMP: 11:30 it is! 🎉
MAC: Woo hoo! Thx again!
Jimin felt the release of his smile within his cheeks as he settled into his desk chair and watched as the minutes ticked closer to being with you.
