Lucky day (animation cut + stills)

Hi, lovelies! 💜

I'm so sorry this is not one of my best, but it was the best I could do being sick and all. I tested positive for Covid, but I woke up feeling a little better today. Hopefully all the symptoms will go away soon and I'll be fully recovered in a few days. I hope you are all doing good.

Thank you for your lovely messages. I'm a bit late with the comments replies, but I'll get that done too.

Full 🔞 animated version on the Brown Bear 🐻 tier.

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[JK's pov]

Jimin: Hey, where are you? We’re already at the bar

JK: Sorry, man. Got stuck at work

Jimin: Again? Last time I heard, slavery was still illegal

JK: Well, I’m an intern

Jimin: That doesn’t give them the right to keep you there. C’mon, it’s Friday night!!!

JK: Tell that to my boss

Jimin: I thought you said he was away this week

JK: His son is taking charge while he’s away, he’s the one keeping me here

Jimin: What a prick

JK: Yeah. He’s the worst

JK: Anyway, gotta go. Have fun for me

Jimin: Text me when you leave, maybe we’ll still be here

JK: 👍🏻

I lock my screen and put my phone back in my pocket. It’s almost 8pm and I should have left 40 minutes ago to meet the guys, but the things is, I’m not a teenager anymore, and I know there are more important things in life than to get drunk on a Friday night.

“Mr. Kim,” I mutter, only part of me inside my boss’ office. “May I come in?”

Taehyung lifts his head enough to look at me. Of course, I never dared to call him that way. He’s wearing a light yellow shirt, brown pants and overalls, and there are no shoes on his feet.

“What are you still doing here?” he asks, a soft frown marking his forehead. “It’s way past your work time, you should go home.”

He goes back to the papers on his desk. I don’t move. He takes a deep breath and sighs, before turning to me again.

“Look, I’m quite busy here. Is there anything you want?”

“I just, well, do– do you need any help?”

“No, thank you. You should go home,” he repeats.

“You look like you could use a hand. Or maybe two,” I insist.

Taehyung runs his hand on his hair, considering. He knows he shouldn’t accept it. I’m only an intern, and I overheard when he guaranteed his father he was perfectly capable of taking care of the company while he was away. But, fuck, he’s looks damn tired.

“I’m one step away from accepting your offer. You have one chance to take it back and leave, otherwise I will keep you here for the rest of the night.”

I smile. It’s not a big smile, since I’m holding himself. I’ve been holding myself all week. It’s not the first time Taehyung works so late, but it’s the first time I get to be alone with him. I won’t blow this off.

“You can keep me all you want,” I say. It’s a secret, a promise, a state of mind. He can keep me all he wants, in any way he wants, for as long as he wants.

Taehyung’s expression softens, and he points to the chair in front of him, where I sit. We spend the first hour busy, reading, analyzing and highlighting dozens of pages of contracts. Another hour passes and Taehyung throws his body over the table.

“I have no idea of what I’m doing,” he mutters, shaking his head. “This is so boring.”

I stay silent. I have no clue what to say to that, because 1) so far, Taehyung seems to know exactly what he’s doing, and 2) I’m actually having a good time. It’s not drinking with my friends, but it’s finally spending time alone with the guy I’ve been obsessed with for the past six months.

“What’s your deal?” Taehyung asks, shooting a look at me. “I mean, not that I’m complaining, I appreciate the help, but it’s Friday night… Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Don’t you?”

Taehyung laughs. He’s embarrassed. All of a sudden, the mood in the office shifts. No. I want to take that back.

“I wish I did,” he replies. “I got nowhere else to be.”

“What about your friends? Your girlfriend, or–”

Another laugh. We both know he doesn’t have one.

“What’s so funny?”

“Relationships take time, and I don’t have any, so.”

“Me neither,” I say. “I mean, I don’t have a girlfriend either.”

We’re staring at each other. I feel my heart beat a little faster.

“And what’s your excuse?” he asks. “And don’t pull that my boss makes me work extra hours bullshit because that won’t work on me,” he laughs. An actual laugh this time. He’s such a dork. I laugh too. I could stare at his dorky face all night. Maybe all my life.

“I don’t want a girlfriend,” I say. “I mean. Not just any girlfriend.”

He nods. I wait for him to make a comment about it, because he knows what I mean, but he just goes back to whatever we were doing before.

“Should we take a break?” I ask.

He looks at the time.

“You can go. I can do this alone. Thank you for helping me out.”

“He knows you can. He wouldn’t put you in charge if he didn’t know you could do it,”  I say. He looks back at me. “But you don’t have to bury yourself in work like that, you know. He won’t–”

“Listen, Mr. Jeon, I appreaciate your help, but let’s not overstep the boundaries. You should leave.”

Fuck me. And my big mouth.

“Hyung, I’m sorry, I–”

“It’s Mr. Kim to you.”

“Sorry. Mr. Kim. Don’t get me wrong. All I’m saying is you’re doing a great job, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. Trust me, I know how it’s like to try to live up to other people’s expectations.”

“What could you possibly know about that?,” he snorts. He seems angry and frustrated.

I get up from my chair, circle the table, and get down on my knees in front of him. Taehyung looks startled, like he has no idea what I’m doing. I place both my hands on his thighs and press my fingers softly.

“Stop,” he says lightly. I can barely hear his voice. His hands are holding my wrists. “Stop doing this.”

“Why? You don’t want it? I thought you did.”

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea that day,” he whispers. I can feel his breathing heavier. “I’m not interested.”

“Are you sure, Mr. Kim? Because I’m pretty certain you know I am, and you let me stay here with you anyway.”

Taehyung keeps his hands on my wrists when I start moving mine up and down his thighs, slowly. I take one step closer and fit in between his legs.

“Jungkook,” he says. It’s the first time he says my name, and it’s like he just gave a new meaning to it.

“Am I imagining things?” I ask, but I don’t need an answer.  I hold his waist and bury my face on his chest. I close my eyes and breath in. He smells so good. “I remember how you flirted with me. I see how you look at me every time.”

“I had no idea you were gonna work here,” he says.

He can use whatever excuses he wants. It doesn’t change anything.

[I was alone in the cafeteria. It was my first day, I didn’t know anyone. Taehyung appeared out of nowhere, charming smile, sweet eyes, completely wet from the rain, asking me if we could share the table. The cafeteria was full.

“Yes,” I said. “Of course.”

“Thank you. I have to pull myself together for a meeting,” he said, still smiling. It seemed important. “What’s your name?”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Jeon, I’m Kim Taehyung,” he offered me his hand. “Are you new here? I would certainly remember seeing you before.”

The way how he said it. How he looked at me while saying it. I smiled shyly and blushed. I could actually feel the heat on my face.

“I’m starting my internship today.”

“Wow, really? That must be my lucky day, then. I hope to see a lot of you around.”

“I hope to see a lot of you too.”]

“You like bossing me around,” I say. I’m bringing his body closer to me. Taehyung gives in and bury his face on my neck. He doesn’t deny it. “I’m here to make things better for you, hyung. Let me make it any way you want it.”