The Dreaming Of Escape !! (Jikook)
Chapter 1 Fool's Gold Thunder
Author: Hello everyone this my first try in writing any ff nd that is all in this app...So please be considered nd ignore any mistakes nd Please show lots of support to this Jikook fanfiction..
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Chapter 1 Fool's Gold Thunder
Notes:
The title of this work and its chapter names comes from the song "Birds" by Coldplay. You can listen to it and you can read the official lyrics to the song :)
This fic has been incredibly therapeutic and healing for me to write. I've learned for the first time through practice to step away to avoid overworking just to satisfy others, and to pursue things that make me smile. I hope you enjoy this journey.
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Author:-
It was half past eleven at night, and the janitorial staff were steadily making their rounds through the stark but modern hallways of Park Consolidated. Some staff were vacuuming in a rhythmic and methodical fashion, and others were cleaning the glass windows of mahogany and cherrywood offices with side tables of scotch in square crystal decanters that belonged to higher-up stiffs and CEOs. The lights had long been switched off, leaving only dim emergency overhead lighting, and only one of the six elevators that stopped on the tenth floor was in working order.
Jimin (CEO)
“I told you to go home three hours ago.”
Namjoon (Assistant)
“Give me a date.”
Namjoon (Assistant)
“Of the last time I listened to you. Should I reschedule your morning briefing, or will you be able to make it?”
Author:
Kim Namjoon glanced up from his iPad Pro, casually pushing his thick tortoise-shell glasses up his nose with one middle finger. He was kicked back in a cracked brown suede beanbag chair that was stored in the cabinet during the day and pulled out only when the rest of the corporate assholes had left the office for the night, because such millennial frivolity was frowned upon and unwelcome.
Jimin (CEO)
“What time is the briefing?”
Author:
Park Jimin stopped spinning in circles in his leather swivel chair and grabbed the edge of the desk to still his world, even though his office continued to tilt and distort because he had been twirling himself for three minutes easily, and Namjoon hadn’t said a word to stop him. He pressed the balls of his feet into the ground in his Gucci dress shoes to keep himself from the temptation of going another twenty or so rounds like he was on a carnival ride.
Namjoon (Assistant)
“Half past seven.”
Jimin (CEO)
“And my level of responsibility?”
Namjoon (Assistant)
Six out of ten.”
Jimin (CEO)
Good. Send Kyungwan-ssi instead. My flight is at four o’clock.”
Namjoon (Assistant)
“So obviously you can’t make it to a seven-thirty meeting.”
Author:
Namjoon pursed his lips, but the dimples in his cheeks betrayed him. Jimin looked up, trying to balance a fountain ink pen upright on the tip of his pointer finger. The pen clattered onto his mahogany desk, the attempt failing as expected.
Jimin (CEO)
“No, I’m very busy,”
Author:
Jimin said seriously, leaning forward and lacing his fingers together in a domino effect, setting his elbows onto the desktop and then resting his chin atop his knuckles as he eyed Namjoon.
Namjoon (Assistant)
“Your father is going to fire me if I keep sending Kyungwan-ssi to these meetings instead of you.”
Jimin (CEO)
“We’ve been over this, hyung. You’re my father’s lapdog, but you’re my assistant. ☹️
Jimin (CEO)
Put assistant in air quotes. He can fire you all he wants. I’ll just hire you full-time to piss him off. I’ve been handed half the shares of the company on a fucking silver platter, haven’t I?”
Namjoon (Assistant)
“I love it when you talk business to me”
Author:
Namjoon joked, shifting in his beanbag chair. His suit jacket was lying on the floor forgotten. He was down to just his navy slacks and his white button-up, the sleeves messily rolled to his elbows. One of his brown Prada dress shoes was untied.
Jimin (CEO)
"I'm just saying"😙😄
Author:
Jimin said with a small smile despite his exhaustion, leaning back in his chair and keeping his fingers laced as he rested them on his abdomen.
Jimin (CEO)
So send Kyungwan-ssi to my seven-thirty. I’ll come in at eight or something. Anything I have to know before I fly out tomorrow? Anything worth knowing, that is.”
Namjoon (Assistant)
“Uh, just that the best I could get you was a connecting flight,”
Author:
Namjoon said, still scrolling through his iPad, his face illuminated in the dim office lighting. He always stuck around with Jimin, no matter what hour the clock screamed on any given day.
Namjoon (Assistant)
“And that you should bring me back a souvenir.”
Jimin (CEO)
“For a connecting flight? Absolutely not.”
Namjoon (Assistant)
“Sorry, did you want a thirteen-hour layover in Beijing or a quick three-hour layover and connection through Shanghai?”
Jimin (CEO)
“Remember when you used to bow to me and use honorifics in front of my father? Those were the days.”
Namjoon (Assistant)
“Remember when you weren’t a brat? You probably don’t,”
Author:
Namjoon said with a breathy laugh as Jimin grinned.
Jimin (CEO)
Are these assholes going to call you or what?”
Namjoon (Assistant)
“They said seven-thirty in the morning their time.
Author:
” Jimin checked his computer.
Jimin (CEO)
It’s…” (Jimin checked his computer) “Seven thirty-three. I’ve waited long enough.”
Author:
And then he exited out of his video conferencing applications and shut down his computer. His father liked to give overseas investors, business partners, or interested parties the benefit of the doubt, a five-to-seven-minute window. Jimin wasn’t exceptionally ruthless or heartless, but he had long since lost his patience. If interested investors in L.A. couldn’t call at seven-thirty in the morning on the dot their time, then Jimin wasn’t going to stick around just to placate them when they arrived late.
Namjoon (Assistant)
“I’m going home, then,”
Author:
Namjoon announced, hoisting himself to his feet and picking up the beanbag chair. He tossed it into the cabinet, used a foot to shove it into place, and then shut and locked the door, his iPad tucked underneath one arm. He reached for his small glass of scotch and tossed back the tiny bit that was left, and Jimin did the same. Namjoon was the king of hanging around to listen in and take notes on whatever Jimin was doing, but tonight, they could both just go home.
Namjoon (Assistant)
“You think he’s still awake?”
Jimin (CEO)
“I don’t know, hyung,” (Jimin sighed, watching Namjoon scroll through his phone to find his most cherished text message conversation as they rode the elevator down to the ground floor lobby, his jacket draped over one forearm.) “I don’t stalk him the way you do.”
Namjoon (Assistant)
“I prefer saying that I’m ‘passionately involved,’ not ‘stalking,’” (Namjoon corrected, and then he snaked his head through the strap of his messenger bag so that he was across his chest securely) “We’re sharing, by the way.”
Jimin (CEO)
“The shit I let you do.”
Jimin (CEO)
“The shit I would do if you didn’t.”
Namjoon (Assistant)
“You got me there.”
Author:
The two friends pushed through the revolving glass doors onto the streets of the Central Business District of Seoul. Park Consolidated was situated in one of the most architecturally renowned buildings in CBD, but that was a given. Nothing but the best for the Park family. Jimin hated the building, wished fire and brimstone and the full wrath of hell on it on a regular basis, prayed for a typhoon to sweep it away in its entirety. But it always stood immaculate, mocking him.
Cut Cut Cut Cut !!!!! That's it for today ..
introduction
This is my first new Jikook story
And this is the introduction part of the story...
Soo let's introduce the character of this story a little 😜
PARk JIMIN
25 Year old
Newly became the CEO of his Dad's Company
Smart, Intelligent handsome nd charming man has everything stills feel lonely :(
Kim Namjoon his Assistant (More of big brother)
more about him you get to know slowly as the stories goes...
Kim Namjoon
27 yrs old
Work's in Park Consolidated.
Jimin's Assistant but ( treat jimin's as his own little brother)
Relationship :- is complicated
Namjin are minor and have no idea how feeling work's 😅🙃
Kim SeoJin
28 yrs old
Employee in Park Consolidated.
Normal Employee
Relationship :- Is complicated with Namjoon.
Problem :- have no idea how feeling work's 🤦🏻♀️🙃😅
Kim Taehyung
25 yrs old
Famous Model
Relationship status:- has sweet nd loving boyfriend..(Yoongi)
Min Yoongi
28 yrs old
Also a Famous Model
Relationship status:- boyfriend of Taehyung..
Jung hoseok (J-hope)
27 yrs old
Has intersting character,
Funny nd outgoing person..
Jhope is just chilling in this story..
**If needed than might added the love angle of jhope also..**
Jeon Jungkook
23 yrs old
Famous Photographer
**More information about him is hidden nd will we revealing as the story goes..**😁😏🌝
Jimin's dad
Mr PARK
Father of jimin nd owner of Park Consolidation..
didn't care much about Jimin nd only care's about his business nd his business reputation
Have straight thinking..
Geonwu (PD)
Geonwu Jimin's Driver
Has sweet nd lovely nature
Nabi (Author)
Additional information ℹ️
Rating:Explicit
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship:
Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin
Characters:
Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin (BTS)/Kim Taehyung/V/
Kim Seokjin/Jin/ Kim Namjoon/RM/Min Yoongi/Suga/Choi Jisu/Lia/ Byun Baekhyun/ Park Chanyeol..
Additional Tags:
CEO Park Jimin (BTS)
Photographer Jeon Jungkook
Top Jeon Jungkook
Bottom Park Jimin (BTS)
but they might switch who Knows Alternate Universe Fluff and Smut Light Angst Strangers to Lovers Romance Warm and Fuzzy Feelings Domestic Fluff Fear of Flying World Travel Jeon Jungkook is a Sweetheart
Lonely Park Jimin (BTS)
Taegi are models and boyfriends of course Namjin are minor and have no idea how feelings Works Jhope is just chillin'Explicit Sexual Content Jimin gets outed so heads up definitely some mentions of Homophobia Tags May Change Tags Are Hard Tags Contain Spoilers Other Additional Tags to Be Addedidk if y'all want more tags just let me know bc I'm done
Language:
English
Stats:
Published:17/02/2024
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Nabi (Author)
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chapter 2
Nabi (Author)
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let's not waste time nd proceed......
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Nabi (Author)
Continue of chapter first...
Nabi (Author)
Namjoon had notified Jimin’s driver, Geonwu, to meet them out front at the curb, per usual, but this time, they both slid into the backseat. Neither one of them had to say anything to Geonwu. He knew to drop Namjoon off first, since he lived closer to the office.
Namjoon (Assistant)
“You’ll be gone… ten days? Right?” **Namjoon asked, still on his phone. Jimin slumped into his leather seat, leaning his head back as he closed his eyes.**
Jimin (CEO)
“You’re my assistant, shouldn’t you know?” he mumbled.
Namjoon (Assistant)
“Yeah, I’m your assistant to get away from your father, so,” (**Namjoon said rhetorically, and Jimin cracked a small smile.**)
“Ten days it is, then. If you come back earlier or later, I’ll panic.”
Jimin (CEO)
“I’ve never seen you panic once.” (Jimin then sat up straight, the seatbelt pulling at his waist.) “This is why sharing you pisses me the fuck off. You should be coming with me on these overseas trips.”
Namjoon (Assistant)
“I could do it, but your father sends a search party when I’m in the bathroom for longer than two minutes.” (Namjoon peered out the window, recognizing his street.))
“I’ll see you in the office tomorrow—oh, look, Kyungwan-ssi already e-mailed me asking why he’s covering for you. Shame I’m dead asleep and can’t answer that until seven thirty-one tomorrow morning.”
Jimin (CEO)
“Real damn shame. G’night, Joon-hyung,” (Jimin said. “Leave Jinnie-hyung alone.”)
Namjoon (Assistant)
“It’s not that late,” Namjoon said, and then he slipped out of the car and slammed the door shut, patting the hood to indicate to Geonwu that he was out.
Nabi (Author)
The car pulled away, and Jimin ran both hands down his face tiredly, subsequently staring at the passenger seat headrest in a sort of daze that he experienced often. At least two or three times as week, he stared into the abyss and wondered what he was doing. His quality of life was so piss poor in comparison to the quantity of years he had lived thus far, and he figured there had to be a breaking point. He just hadn’t reached it yet, a phenomenal achievement given his ever-fading patience.
Geonwu (PD)
“Anywhere rather than home, Master Park?” Geonwu asked.
Nabi (Author)
He was Jimin’s secret keeper in a lot of ways, never said a word about where Jimin chose to be taken when he was off the clock, and he had been driving Jimin around since Jimin turned ten-years-old. He had seen debauchery of all kinds.
Jimin (CEO)
“No, Geonwu-nim. Just home,” Jimin said politely.😊
Nabi (Author)
Geonwu dropped him off in front of his high-security, multi-billion won apartment in Hannam on the top floor. Jimin slept in his king-sized bed and did very little else within the walls of his apartment. It wasn’t home. It was just cold.
Nabi (Author)
There was no one there to greet him, not even a dog or a house plant. He couldn’t care for anyone or anything with the way that he worked his life away. Jimin pushed through the gate and took the elevator to the top floor, and then he unlocked his door and threw his keys into the metal bowl, shrugging out of his Brioni suit jacket.
Nabi (Author)
He tossed it onto the back of the couch and went straight to the fridge to grab a beer, because there was no chance of him falling asleep just yet. He opened the pantry and ripped open the lid of a pack of microwave instant ramen. He added the water. He tossed it into the microwave. He’d done this yesterday, too. Maybe the day before, as well, but he couldn’t remember.
Nabi (Author)
With a beer in one hand, Jimin loosened his tie and collapsed onto the couch that had a human-shaped indent on just one side where he always sat. The remote was exactly where he had left it because no one else was going to watch his 4K television. He took a swig of beer and flicked on the TV, thinking that maybe he could create a rift in the monotony of his solitary nights, knowing that there was very little chance of such a momentous occurrence.
Nabi (Author)
The microwave beeped a few times. Jimin blinked at the nightly news, watching the ticker across the bottom of the screen until he saw that Park Consolidated’s stock had closed a few points higher than yesterday. The microwave beeped again.
Jimin (CEO)
Shut up, God damn it! Jimin wanted to yell,
Nabi (Author)
But he couldn’t find the energy. Instead, he quietly set his beer onto the side table, got up, and grabbed his noodles. He stirred in the sauce, dropped an ice cube into the contents, and grabbed some chopsticks. This was dinner. This was dinner all the time.
Nabi (Author)
One time about ten months ago, Namjoon’s modest little two-bedroom apartment was being renovated, so he stayed for three nights with Jimin. In those three nights, Jimin ate actual meals because Namjoon had bothered to cook something. It was basic, rudimentary Korean food, but it felt like home. Jimin had had someone sitting on the couch beside him for those three nights. He’d had someone sleeping in one of the two guest rooms he had that he never touched for those three nights. His dishes were dirty for three nights. His kitchen had cried in happiness from being used for three nights.
Nabi (Author)
Not tonight, though. Tonight, Jimin was alone. He’d go to work alone in the morning. He would get on a plane in solitude to Los Angeles in the afternoon. He would spend ten days in Los Angeles alone. And then he would fly home by himself. Lather, rinse, repeat,
Nabi (Author)
His bank account showed millions upon millions. Jimin felt poor.
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Later!!!! After that night 🌃
The next day in the afternoon..
At airport
Someone
“PLEASE REMOVE YOUR SHOES! PLEASE REMOVE JACKETS! PLEASE REMOVE YOUR BELTS! ONE AT A TIME!”
Nabi (Author)
Jimin raised one tired eyebrow and blinked as the woman in front of him turned to her travel partner and asked if she really had to remove her jacket, and why it was necessary to put her laptop in a completely separate bin
Jimin's travel partner
“Efficiency,” she complained, but if only she knew that she was the wrench in the well-oiled machine of the security line.
Nabi (Author)
Airports, and all aspects of flying, had long since lost their magic for Jimin. This flight was only one of easily hundreds. He was on a plane quite easily once a week and had a lifetime platinum membership to Transpacific Airlines, always in first class and always waited on hand and foot, if only he appreciated the service more. The poor flight attendants were always clambering for something to do to assist the Park Jimin, the face of his father’s multi-billion won company that manufactured automobile parts and tech for international export. Park Jimin, the face of a company he hated with every fucking fiber of his being.
Nabi (Author)
But Jimin had been raised and groomed to be the face of the company, something he thought about in idle time like in line for security check. The transition had been seamless—his father’s appearance, physically and for business, had lost its luster right around when Jimin had turned eighteen. So his father had promised all shareholders and interested parties that he firstborn son, his only son, the pride and joy of the family, was going to be inheriting a larger role before eventually wearing the crown. This, of course, had shoved Jimin right into the spotlight against his will. Now he had people snapping random pictures of him on the streets of Seoul, millions following his personal account on Instagram (an idea from the board of directors), and a whole slew of women interested in him as South Korea’s most eligible yet accessible bachelor.
Nabi (Author)
If only they knew.😏💁🏻♀️
Nabi (Author)
Jimin’s father knew damn well that Jimin had no interest in women, but that was the trade-off. Jimin agreed to be the face of Park Consolidated if his father kept fucking quiet about his sexuality and let him do what (who) he wanted, as long as he hid it from the world. So, naturally, there was no love lost between father and son, and Jimin preferred to keep it that way.
Security check lady
“No shoes, remove your shoes! No jackets, please! One person at a time!”
Nabi (Author)
Jimin had taken his shoes off five minutes ago. He laptop was tucked under one arm, shoes pinched at the heels between his fingers. His father kept telling him to get pre-check approval, but sometimes, Jimin enjoyed the monotony and normalcy of joining others in the security line. It kept him grounded—ironic, seeing as he spent so much time in the air.
Security check guard at airport
“Come through, please,”
Nabi (Author)
The man said, gesturing to Jimin once he had set all his stuff into bins on the conveyer belt. Jimin stepped into the machine and held his arms up, and then he stepped out when asked. Once he was given the nod of approval, he shuffled over and grabbed all of his stuff, stacked the bins accordingly, and continued on to his gate. Routine.
Nabi (Author)
Jimin had learned to travel light over the years. He was about to make his second most popular trip, after all. His first was to Japan. This time, he had to go to Los Angeles for both a meeting and and big to-do over the new product that involved a walkthrough, photos, the works. Most times he got lucky, and Namjoon could book him a nonstop flight. Other times, like now, he had to make a pitstop in another country. Namjoon knew that Jimin preferred Shanghai as a layover location, and though Jimin wasn’t looking forward to it, he couldn’t fault his best friend.
Nabi (Author)
Jimin had met Kim Namjoon when he was sixteen and Namjoon had just turned eighteen. Jimin’s father had been looking for a young, intelligent assistant who wasn’t interested in pay, but in experience. And Namjoon, the genius he was, had offered to do the job. Jimin had found out later that Namjoon wasn’t an idiot—he had only taken the job so that he could make the request to assist Jimin later down the track when Park Sangchul, one of the richest men in Korea with one (gay) heir to his throne, inevitably stepped down. So now, although he did a lot for Jimin’s father, Namjoon did most of his work for Jimin. They also happened to be best friends through circumstance, and Namjoon was often a buffer between father and son, making father see reason and son calm the fuck down.
“Excuse me, sorry,” a mother pushing her child in a stroller said hastily, nearly running over Jimin’s feet as she barreled towards the gate to board first.
Nabi (Author)
Jimin took a deep, cleansing breath and readjusted the AirPods in his ears, knowing that he wouldn’t have to deal with her once he had his seat in first class. Or so he hoped.
Nabi (Author)
Jimin laid his iPhone flat on the scanner and used his electronic ticket to board, carrying his small bag with him, subsequently shoving his phone into his pocket. The only downside of being a businessman at twenty-five was that he had to dress halfway decent on flights and couldn’t bum out. He was wearing black jeans with a decent stretch to them from constant wear, paired with a white linen button-up that he had unbuttoned almost halfway. His black hair was usually styled nicely, but for long flights like this, he didn’t bother. It was soft and free from product, pushed back often thanks to both hands but hanging in his eyes as he walked down the ramp towards the front of the plane.
flight attendant
“Welcome back, Mr. Park,” 😄
Nabi (Author)
the flight attendant said the moment Jimin stepped onto the plane, bowing to him. Jimin nodded his head with a small smile. Most of the flight attendants and pilots working Transpacific Airlines knew him rather well, recognized him instantly. Jimin took the first aisle and took his seat, the window seat open for whatever stranger would occupy it for two hours, maybe for the twelve-hour trip to Los Angeles. Sometimes Jimin got two different seat mates. Sometimes the person booked the same seat twice, just like Jimin did.
Nabi (Author)
Jimin shoved his bag onto the floor, keeping room for whoever sat at the window to walk through the space thanks to the copious amount of legroom available. He collapsed into the seat and sighed, running all ten fingers through his hair and wishing the flight over already. The three-hour layover in Shanghai was what he was dreading the most. At least he got to spend it in the Transpacific Lounge away from the chaos. Was he going to be able to get any sleep on the twelve-hour leg of the flight?
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Nabi (Author)
Okay soo that's it for today ...
So next episode is going to intersting cause the introduction of Jungkook in that chapter😁🌝... So wait till the next update ..I'll try to update soon..
Till then, take care of yourself
Byy 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻💜😊
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