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"Where are the mugs?" Jimin asks, looking at him over their shoulder. They flutter their lashes, but Mr. Min doesn't seem to notice. He just points to the correct cabinet and goes back to nursing his coffee. Jimin turns back forward, pouting. They'll just have to try harder. They go up on their tip-toes to reach up high into the cabinet to grab a mug, arching their back and making sure their ass sticks out. They look over their shoulder to see if they can catch the man looking away, but it seems Yoongi's gaze is locked on the secrets found in his coffee. Jimin frowns, turning back forward. They pick the closest mug at hand - something plain black - and lower their heels to the floor. They pour themself a cup of coffee and brush past Mr. Min again to take a seat opposite him at the island. OR: Jimin wants to fuck a DILF. . .what happens when they get exactly what they want? Updates Weekly!
Part 1
