Addicted to you

Kim Taehyung – A cold and stoic CEO known for his sharp mind and emotionless aura. He doesn’t tolerate nonsense and hates coffee… or so he thought.

Park Jimin – A charming, flirty secretary with a playful smile and a bold attitude. He loves teasing his boss and isn’t afraid to cross a few lines — especially when he has something naughty in mind.

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The office was silent except for the steady ticking of the luxury clock on the wall and the furious clacking of Taehyung’s keyboard. He didn’t spare a glance when Jimin entered, dressed in a sleek, tight-fitting shirt tucked into high-waisted pants that hugged his curves.

He held a cup of coffee carefully, steam rising delicately in the air.

“I don’t drink coffee,” Taehyung said flatly, without looking up.

Jimin smiled devilishly. “That’s about to change. I plan to make you addicted.”

Before Taehyung could question it, Jimin was suddenly on his lap—bold and graceful, straddling him with practiced ease. Their faces were inches apart. The CEO stilled, his body stiff under the soft pressure of Jimin’s thighs.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung asked coldly, his jaw tightening.

Jimin brought the cup to his own lips, taking a small sip, then leaned forward slowly, sensually. His lips brushed Taehyung’s. A soft kiss. Then—warm, sweet coffee passed gently from one mouth to the other. Taehyung’s lips parted in surprise, accepting the liquid and the teasing touch of Jimin’s tongue that barely grazed his own.

Taehyung swallowed, his eyes locked on Jimin, dark with something wild and dangerous.

“Again,” he said, voice low and rough.

Jimin obeyed. Another sip, another kiss. This time longer—Jimin’s soft lips moving against his, coffee shared through breathy exchanges. Taehyung held him tighter, his hands gripping Jimin’s waist, guiding his movement with slow, deliberate control.

Again. And again.

Each sip turned deeper, each kiss lingered longer. The cup grew lighter, and Jimin’s lips grew pink and glossy, slightly swollen from repeated contact.

By the fifth sip, Jimin was breathless, eyes half-lidded. “You getting addicted, Mr. CEO?” he whispered teasingly.

Taehyung’s eyes dropped to his lips. He didn’t answer.

The final sip.

Jimin took it slowly, knowing it was the last. But before he could lean in, Taehyung gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in with a force he hadn’t shown before.

The kiss that followed was not gentle.

It was hungry.

Taehyung’s tongue pushed into his mouth, not just tasting the coffee—but Jimin himself. He kissed him like a man starved, exploring every inch, savoring the flavor, owning the moment. Their breaths tangled, bodies pressed tight, the half-finished coffee cup forgotten on the desk beside them.

When Taehyung finally pulled back, his lips were flushed, and his voice was hoarse with want.

“…I didn’t know coffee could taste this good.”

Taehyung, still holding Jimin close, whispered against his lips, "I think... I’m addicted."

Jimin smiled, his heart racing as he rested his forehead against Taehyung’s. “Told you, Mr. Kim.

Jimin smiled, dazed and proud. “Told you. Addictive, right?”

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