As hungry kisses collided and hands tore at buttoned shirts, Jimin could not make sense of all the feelings and thoughts exploding within him. His desire for the man above him was all-consuming. However, he could not tell in this moment if it was love or lust. Or both.

He wished for both.

For so long, they'd stolen seconds of time to meet each other's gaze at the weary hours of the night.

Yoongi, the reclusive company president always late to leave his office.

Jimin, the nightshift janitor.

Glances became tiny gestures.

Gestures became welcoming words.

Words became invitations for more.

Now here they were, on the floor of Yoongi's office, a rush of overwhelming craving of each other spilling over them.

But with everything mixing together in his mind and body, Jimin was afraid. Not of Yoongi but of possibilities.

When one of his hands was suddenly grabbed and halted from its exploration of Jimin's beautiful torso, Yoongi pulled back just a little."Are you alright, Jimin?" Despite his own lustful state, Yoongi would never dream of putting Jimin's well-being aside.

"I'm alright...I think, but..." There was something of which Jimin needed to be absolutely sure before they could continue."Right now I feel like...I..." He didn't know how to word this."Would you ever put my heart in danger?"

Knowing his own feelings exactly in this moment, Yoongi chuckled deeply."I would. I would make your heart cower as a prey before its predator. I would put it in fear of its life." Leaning in close to the sweet janitor's ear, he whispered."But I would never harm it."

"That's, uh..." Maybe Jimin forgot how to breathe properly at those words, panting."That's exciting..."

"May this predator advance on its delicious prey?" Yoongi was very pleased when Jimin nodded and released his hand. Instead of resuming his felt exploration, he lowered himself to allow his lips to make contact with Jimin's chest, peppering kisses along his flesh, trailing downward until he reached the waistband of his pants.

Learning something new about his own kinks, Jimin found himself to be much more aroused than he had been before the mention of predator and prey. As his pants were unfastened and swiftly removed, he indeed began to feel like a prey. He was anxious, feeling small beneath the businessman's large hands and piercing gaze. But he also felt safe.

Being taken by this charming predator might have been the best decision of his life.