"Telepathy" ☕ Special Chapter 1: The City of Love

Synopsis: Yoongi meets a handsome stranger in the City of Love.

Word count: 3,421

Tags:

• Boss Yoongi x Employee Jimin
• Explicit sexual content 🔞
• Flirting, drinking, clubbing
• One-night stand
• Top!Yoongi, Bott!Jimin
• Yoonmin are soulmates

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Special Chapter 1

The City of Love

Yoongi keeps tapping the pen on the document in front of him, silently reading the terms and conditions written on the paper while the CEO of the Parisian firm that has been under their company for two years yaps about the promotional event that they're trying for Yoongi's company to sponsor.

After a moment or so, Yoongi taps the document one last time before giving the pen back to Hoseok beside him and closing the document on his lap. He's read enough.

"Director Min?" the CEO speaks in English.

"Our company will sponsor half of the expenses of the event," Yoongi answers him in the same language.

"But, Director…" The CEO seems confused. "Section B of the document states that the financial assistance our firm is requesting from you is 75% of the total expenses."

"Half," Yoongi tells him again, this time with a tone of finality before crossing his legs and folding his arms together. "Don't think I didn't know about your under-the-table deal with one of our rival companies in Korea for this event."

At this, the CEO's face pales. "T-That's—"

"My grandfather, Chairman Min, bought your firm because he saw potential in your products." Yoongi's expression turns grim. "But if you're going to pull our tails by making these shady deals with other companies then I might as well file a breach of contract against your firm."

"T-That won't be necessary, director!" the CEO chuckles nervously. "50% it is."

Yoongi nods and stands up from his seat, fixing the button of his suit. "And I demand a 1.75% increase in the profits in the last quarter. Compensation for the humiliation our company suffered because of your misdeeds."

"O-Of course, sir."

"And if this thing happens again under my nose." Yoongi narrows his sharp eyes at him. "I'll have your firm dropped from the race."

"It won't come to that. I assure you."

"Good." With a final nod, Yoongi tells him, "Please send the revised documents to my secretary. Have a nice day, Monsieur Fabian."

Yoongi doesn't wait for the man's reply before turning around to walk out of the door. As the bodyguard opens the door for him, he asks Hoseok, "What do I have left?"

"A meeting with Magnifiqúe at 2 PM and dinner with the Korean ambassador at 7 PM. Mr. Choi wanted to personally welcome you here in Paris, director."

Yoongi glances at his wristwatch and sighs. It's only 1:15 in the afternoon, and he still has so much to do. "Okay," he says as he walks through a corridor decorated with paintings and bright, fancy ceiling lights. "Let's get this over with."

Director Min has a long day ahead of him.

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Yoongi steps out of the shower with the towel wrapped low around his hips. A few drops of water wet the carpeted floor as he walks back into the bedroom, snatching the glass of whiskey from the table before standing behind the glass windows to look at the magnificent night view in Paris. He's been to this place more times than he can count, and the bright lights appear dimmer to him each time he sees them. It grows duller and duller until the glimmers fade and die gradually.

He hates being in the dark.

As the Eiffel Tower glows golden from a distance, Yoongi huffs a breath through his nose and gulps the rest of the whiskey before placing the empty glass back on the table. Pulling the closet open, Yoongi grabs a pair of black trousers and a simple white long-sleeved polo shirt. Turning his head to the window one last time, Yoongi sighs and takes the towel off his hips.

Stress has been building up in the last three months, and it's finally time for him to have an outlet for all of his frustrations.

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The club is fancy but not something that requires a membership to be admitted in. He doesn't need a V.I.P. room right now because he has a hotel room just across the street so he doesn't have to disturb Hoseok's good night's sleep to get him a special membership.

The place is a bit packed with people, basically what he's expecting for a normal night out in Paris. Strobe lights, fake smoke, loud sound system, and gyrating bodies on the dance floor — it's exactly what Yoongi needs tonight to take his mind off a lot of things. As he makes his way to the bar, there are already two or three people who have waved in his direction and given him sultry winks and suggestive smirks but Yoongi doesn't feel like being in their company tonight. Too flashy, he thinks.

"A glass of whiskey, please," he tells the bartender, settling on a bar stool. He glances down at his watch: 11:29 PM.

He still has a lunch meeting with one of their Parisian investors so he'd better get what he wants tonight fast: a quick, casual fling to vent out all of his pent-up frustrations.

Once his drink is served, Yoongi stands up from his seat and wades through the crowd until finds a pretty secluded corner near the staircase. The V.I.P. rooms are up on the second floor so there aren’t many people going to this part of the club. Sitting on the red corner couch with whiskey in his hand, he eyes the crowd silently as his gaze tries to find someone that might pique his interest.

"Annyeonghaseyo."

Yoongi flicks his eyes at the man standing in front of him. The guy is looking at him with a friendly smile on his face, a Korean like him.

"Annyeonghaseyo," he greets back in his mother tongue although his voice sounds duller than the guy's cheerful greeting.

The guy snaps his fingers. "I knew it! You're Korean!"

A crease appears between Yoongi's brows. "Sorry?"

The other shrugs. "Just a gut feeling," he says and tentatively looks at the empty seat beside Yoongi. "Do you have company?"

Ah, Yoongi muses as he takes a sip of his drink. "No," he answers.

The guy shifts a little on his feet and even though they aren't explicitly saying anything, they both know why the guy is here and why Yoongi is entertaining him. They're interested.

"Can I sit beside you for a bit?" the guy asks with a pink flush on his round cheeks.

He's pretty, Yoongi thinks.

"Sure."

The guy smiles again and takes the empty spot beside Yoongi, letting out a sigh of relief when the cushion hits his back. "It's tiring to be around foreigners. I can't speak English really well."

Yoongi hums to this and keeps his eyes on the dance floor. It's strange that even though it has been silent between them for about five minutes, Yoongi doesn't feel any awkwardness or the urge to ditch the guy. It's… oddly comfortable.

"It's my last night in Paris."

Director Min turns his head to the side to stare at the guy. He has solemn look in his eyes as if he's contemplating something but the small pout on his plump, glossy lips contradicts his serious demeanor. "I resigned from my last job and went abroad for a vacation. I'm starting my new job next week, and honestly, I'm not looking forward to it." He laughs. "I just wanna stay here forever. No problems. No worries. No one knows me." Then, he turns to smile at Yoongi. "What about you? Any reason why you're here in the City of Love?"

"Work," Director Min answers.

"Ah." The guy chuckles and crosses his thigh on top of the other leaning forward on his elbows to rest his chin on a palm. "Most people go abroad for a vacation or to run away from something. I guess you're not 'most people.'"

Yoongi snorts lightly and sips his whiskey. "Maybe." A brief pause. "You said you went here for a vacation."

The other nods.

A flicker of interest sparks in Yoongi's eyes, and he asks, "Are you running away from something?"

The guy's lips part a little, and Yoongi thinks that he might have caught him off guard with his question. "You're surprisingly perceptive," the guy tells him with an amused chuckle.

"Being perceptive is a requirement for my job."

The guy lets out a hum and lowers his eyes for a moment to think. Yoongi shouldn't be staring like this but the guy's lashes are long and his chubby, pinky finger is caught between pillowy lips that the director feels something stir in his gut at the same time a tugging sensation grabs at his heart. There's an itch at the back of his head that he can't scratch, like a vague or lost thought lingering at the back of his mind that he can't understand.

"You know, I'm not being completely honest with you."

The guy's words make Yoongi's brow lift in curiosity.

"It's my last night in Paris so I went to the club to have fun." And when the guy flicks his eyes up again, Yoongi finally sees it: desire. The primary reason why he's here with Yoongi right now. "Two French guys tried to hit on me but then I saw you and—" The tip of his tongue touches his pinky finger. "Got diverted."

Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek and downs the rest of his whiskey before placing the empty glass on the table in front of him. "What if I didn't go here to have fun?"

"I don't think so." The guy lets out a breathy chuckle, his laugh sounding so pleasant and airy that it catches Yoongi's attention. "You've been staring at people as if you were browsing through a selection." He tilts his pretty head to the side. "Have you found what you're looking for?"

Yoongi's eyes narrow at him, leaning back on the couch and placing an arm on top of the backrest with his thighs open wide. He watches as the guy's gaze flicks from Yoongi's arm behind him down to the slight bulge between the director's thighs concealed by a layer of black cotton fabric. "I don't know," Yoongi tells him. "I'm sure they're around here somewhere."

At that, the guy's teeth bite down on his bottom lip. "Maybe, I can help you find them."

The corners of Yoongi's mouth twitch up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The guy carefully watches him as Yoongi flicks his tongue out to lick the bitter remnants of the whiskey off his lips. He can feel the other's palpable desire, the spike of lust in his gut that makes his beautiful eyes dilate and his cheeks redden with the rush of blood.

"Show me how you'll help me," Yoongi utters in a low and deep voice that puts a hitch in the guy’s breath.

Director Min notices how the stranger wipes his sweaty palms on his pants before standing up to kneel on the couch. He’s anxious, and weirdly, Yoongi finds it cute.

Then, without a word, the pretty guy hikes a leg over Yoongi’s thighs until he’s sitting astride the director’s lap with one of his hands planted on the backrest while the other rests on Yoongi’s shoulder. “There’s something bothering me about you,” he tells the director.

“Hm?” Yoongi’s hands settle on the guy’s hips, pleased by the way his hands span across the other’s slim waist without a problem.

Yoongi can think of numerous ways how he can hold that sexy waist with the guy panting and pinned down under him.

“I just— I don’t know.” The guy shakes his head as if dismissing a thought. “Nothing.”

Director Min hums and slides a hand under the hems of his shirt, teasing the bare skin over the waistband of his pants. “Your pretty head is thinking too much,” he tells him before sinking back into the couch with a little smirk on his lips. “Will you help me or what?”

At this, the guy lets out a light snort and leans forward to let the tips of their noses touch. “Maybe, that’s what’s bothering me.” His voice turns breathy. “You’re a little annoying.”

Yoongi meets the guy’s tongue halfway when the other dives into him, swiping his tongue inside the director’s mouth like a hungry wolf intending to devour its prey. Their kiss is fierce and sloppy — all teeth, groans, and tongue. Yoongi hasn’t kissed this hard in a while and something about this cute and sexy guy somehow manages to switch off some of his inhibitions.

The guy gasps against his mouth when Director Min grabs his ass to squeeze the plump flesh firmly. Humming in approval, Yoongi licks and sucks the other’s bottom lip. “Ah,” the guy moans breathily as his grip on Yoongi’s shoulder tightens.

Shit. He sounds so pretty.

“Let’s get out of here,” Yoongi suggests, and the guy hums positively in return.

“Where do we go?”

“I have a hotel room across the street.”

“Okay.” The guy kisses him on the mouth one more time before climbing down from the director’s lap. With a lopsided smile, the guy holds his hand and says, “Let’s go?”

Yoongi can’t help but let out a quiet chuckle.

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“You haven’t told me your name.” Yoongi begins to move slowly between his thighs, keeping an intense gaze on the guy’s expression under him.

“Does it matter?” the other rasps.

It doesn’t. It’s just a one-time fuck, and their paths won’t probably cross ever after this. And yet, Yoongi still kind of wanna know. “No,” he answers and leans down to brush his lips against the guy’s jaw.

As his thrusts start to quicken, he hears the guy moan, “Ji—min. Just Jimin.”

Yoongi lets out a breath. “Jimin,” he whispers and snaps his hips sharply, eliciting a moan out of the guy’s throat. “Pretty name.”

The guy, Jimin, preens at the praise.

“Hm? You like that?” Yoongi smirks at the deep blush on the guy’s cheeks. “You like being called ‘pretty’?”

“I do,” Jimin confesses and hooks his arms around the director’s neck, squeezing the latter’s hips with his thighs. “What’s your name?”

Yoongi huffs out a heavy breath as he thrusts hard into the other. “Yoongi,” he rasps with a lopsided smile. “Just Yoongi.”

A hearty laugh comes out of Jimin’s mouth, and the expression of genuine happiness on his face makes Yoongi’s lips curve up a little. Jimin’s laugh is infectious.

It doesn’t take long before the fire under their skin bursts into flames, and Yoongi finds himself fucking the pretty guy with as much vigor that he could muster. It’s been a while, and it feels so damn good.

Jimin is tight, and the airy grunts and moans coming out of his throat are like music to Yoongi’s ears, spurring his raging desire to devour and consume the other, pulling the knots in his gut tighter with each passing second.

“You’re gonna fall.” Yoongi places a hand under the guy’s head to pull him up. His thrusts had been hard enough to move them from the center of the mattress and push Jimin’s head out of the bed. Yoongi feels guilty for making it a bit uncomfortable for the other guy.

Jimin clings to him until Yoongi pulls them back to the center of the bed, laying the guy’s head on the mattress as carefully as he can.

“You’re a sweet guy, aren’t you?” Jimin jokes with a smile. “Your future partner will be lucky to have you.”

At that, Yoongi snorts lightly. “I’m not sure about that. I can be a handful at times.”

“Me either,” the other replies with a small giggle.

And when Jimin’s high hits him, Yoongi lets out a low moan when the guy squeezes tight around him brought about by the sheer force of his orgasm. “A-Ah!” Jimin moans out loudly, and the beautiful sound makes Yoongi’s cock inside him pulse violently.

Director Min comes with a low groan against Jimin’s neck, feeling his heartbeat pounding in his ears as the man beneath him looks up at him with half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, and kiss-swollen lips.

Beautiful, Yoongi muses.

It’s not enough. It’s far from enough. And so, after a moment of recuperation, Yoongi flips the guy onto his stomach and slides back into him with a sigh. “O-Oh,” Jimin moans as his fingers curl on the sheets.

Yoongi grips Jimin’s hips, pulling back slowly and snapping his hips sharply until his cock buries into the guy’s hole as deep as it can. “Fuck!” Jimin curses as his jaw drops in pleasure. “L-Like that, Yoongi.”

Director Min licks his lips before finally deciding to give the pretty guy the fucking he deserves.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air of Yoongi’s hotel room as he tirelessly fucks Jimin as hard as he can, letting out all of his inhibitions into the pliant body beneath him. “Ngh!” Jimin’s arms give up under him. “R-Right there,” he moans weakly on the covers as Yoongi’s hold on his hips practically keeps him up. “Harder— Ah!”

Yoongi plants a foot on the bed, the limb serving as leverage for his hard and fast thrusts. “Fuck,” he utters breathily as he tosses his head back with his eyes slipped shut, his tongue flicking out briefly to lick his lips. Jimin feels so hot and tight around him.

As sweat glides down his neck and chest, Yoongi fucks the other guy until Jimin is moaning brokenly and shaking on the mattress when his orgasm hits him for the second time. Yoongi comes shortly after with a raspy groan, and the utter pleasure that the sex brings him takes away any lingering pent-up frustration inside him.

They fuck for another couple of hours until they feel exhaustion seeping into their bones. Laying on the bed, Jimin presses up to his side without a word; Yoongi usually doesn’t let his fucks hug him—let alone cuddle him—after a night of wild sex but the way the guy’s pretty lashes flutter closed, and a happy and satisfied sigh slips past between his lips stomp down any form of resistance that might come from Yoongi’s side.

Jimin’s arms are between their chests and his left foot is slipped between Yoongi’s legs but oddly, the director doesn’t find it in himself to mind the intimate proximity even a bit. And so, with their bodies flushed together under the covers, Yoongi closes his eyes and allows sleep to swallow him whole.

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Yoongi wakes up to the irritating sound of his stomach eating itself the next morning. He groans as the bright daylight blinds his eyes, grabbing a pillow on his side to use as a shield to hide his face from the annoying brightness until he’s ready to peacefully wake up.

After a minute or two, Yoongi throws the pillow away and sits up on the bed, scratching the back of his head as he squints at his surrounding. He’s gone, he thinks. As expected.

Letting out a yawn, Yoongi turns to look at the nightstand where he remembers putting his phone on. Reaching out for the device, his hand freezes halfway when he notices a small note under the glass ashtray, scribbled with neat handwriting.

Yoongi ditches his phone for it — a crumpled receipt from a convenience store — and proceeds to read what’s written on the note.

Thanks for a fun night, little kitty ;)

                                 — J

An incredulous sound comes out of Yoongi’s throat. “Little kitty,” he reads the shitty endearment with a twitch of his eye. That guy, Jimin, might be pretty and an undoubtedly good fuck but no one gets to call him ‘little kitty.’

Yoongi licks his lips and crumples the note before throwing it into the small bin beside the bed. Standing up to his feet, Yoongi snatches his boxers from the carpeted floor and proceeds to wear them before walking to the glass windows.

Sliding the curtains to the side, Yoongi breathes deeply as the magnificent morning view greets him with the Eiffel Tower standing tall amongst others, serving as a landmark of this beautiful city.

But as the morning rays hit his pale skin, bathing him in the warm sunlight, a sudden memory of dark hair, crescent eyes, and pretty plump lips crossed his mind, and Yoongi can’t help but huff an amused snort. “Little kitty.”

He won’t let Jimin live it down when he sees him again. If they see each other again.

Only fate can tell.

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