#jealous kai

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Hello Old friends ^^

I’m pretty proud of this one.

Yes I’m back at it with the Plasma content but I just posted a new chapter of my Plasma fic and I’m in love with Plasma sooo

Enjoy !

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How can he be so obvious? So sad Mr. Kim...Don't worry, he still loves you ❤

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Two Bosses Ch 3: Jealous

It has been three weeks since I started working for Sehun and Kai. Things have been great! I’ve become close with Yoona and a few other of Taeyeon’s pretty friends on the few days I’m able to eat lunch with them. Like Sehun said, I accompany them on most of their lunch meetings, which they happen to have one almost everyday.  Though I don’t mind, the food is always good and the fact that I never have to pay is a bonus. Xiumin hasn’t been enjoying it though, I’m a lot busier and don’t get home till six or seven every night. He is always pouting when he picks me up from work, telling me that the guys work me too hard. But even though he is right, I don’t mind.

Yes, I have long days and am constantly running from floor to floor to get or deliver things, or on the phone with bitchy assistants and dick head bosses. But apart from those rude people I have to deal with, my bosses are worth it. Though I was kind of worried about how far the skinship would go, the worries have been put to rest. It’s freaking amazing!

As soon as we are alone they are both always touching me, back hugging me as I make coffee, insisting I sit as close to them as possible when they are having me look over papers with them. There have been a few times when tried to get me to sit on their lap and only once was Kai able to convince me. But what drives me insane isn’t their full on affection in the office but their secret little things during meetings or lunch dates. Like their hand on my thigh, when they squeeze it firmly before giving me a sweet, harmless smile. Or how Sehun always rubs my leg with his foot under the table. All of their affection is kicking my libido in the ass, much to Xiumin’s happiness. He has no problem but does have a couple questions for my sudden high sex drive.

I have found out that they both love playing with my hair. Something about my perfect curls makes them want to play with it. Even as we sit in a meet, like we are right now, Kai continues to pull on the individual curls and watches them bounce back up. I swat his hand a way causing him to pout. Sehun clears his throat and Kai snaps around to continue paying attention to the older man speaking in front of them.

The massive U shaped table is filled with older men in neat suit, papers and tablets are laying out on the tables, while secretaries are siting behind their bosses with their own tablets out taking notes. Even as I type every word on my Ipad I’m only half paying attention because of freaking Sehun, who keeps giving me these sexy side glances when he ‘accidently’ brushes his arm against mine. When the meeting is over everyone stands and bows to the guys as we leave the room. The walk through the cubicles is something I learned to dread. All the female employees are gawking without shame at Sehun and Kai, much to my displeasure.

Even some of Taeyeon’s friends, two girls I haven’t really had a chance to talk with are joining in on the staring. My opinion of them shouldn’t be affected by it but how dare they stare at what is mine! Wait, I think to myself, they are not mine. They are my bosses, my very attractive bosses. As soon as we are in the elevator we all let out a sigh happy to be out of everyone’s prying eyes.

“That was one of the most boring things I’ve ever listened to,” Sehun grumbles as he rubs his eyes.

“I would have much rather spent those two hours playing with Jimin’s hair,” Kai whines as he continues playing with my curls. My mind still on those gawking girls.

“You pretty much did, you’re lucky no one was paying attention.” Sehun snaps at him. The other just sticks his tongue out at him. What children. We exit the elevator; the boys are automatically on my heels as I walk to my desk. “Jimin-ah,” Sehun calls, “Are you okay?”

I snap out of my irritated mindset and smile softly at them, “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You always seem angry when we come back from meetings,” Kai says this time.

Of course I’m angry! I want to yell; we sit there for hours as you basically feel me up, driving me sexually insane. Then we have to walk threw a room of staring girls that are stripping you with their eyes, something I do regularly, but that is not the point. Where is Xiumin when you need him?

Who needs Xiumin when you have two hot guys right in front of you?

Not now libido!

I shake off my sexual frustration and say, “don’t worry boys, I’m fine.” They don’t seem convinced but don’t press it further.

“We should discuss the meeting,” Sehun says as he walks to his office, leaving the door open for Kai and I to follow. Kai slips his hand into mine and leads me around the desk to Sehun’s office. Sehun has already made himself comfortable on his couch with the papers from the meeting already spread out on the glass coffee table. Kai lets go of my hand to hand Sehun the notes he took and takes a seat on the couch, leaving a small spot, just enough for me to squeeze in between but instead I sit across from them in one of the lone chairs. As soon as I sit down both of their eyes snap up and their brows rise.

“Why are you so far away?” Kai pouts.

“Are you okay?” Sehun asks again.

“I’m fine, I just… need a little space,” I force a smile, I’m too horny to sit that close to you at the moment. The both frown deeply at my answer. They always react like this when I deny them skinship; though I’ve only done it two other times and both times I still end up snuggled up against one of them. Then snuggled a little closer to Xiumin a few hours later.

Sehun opens his mouth to say something but the ding of an elevator saves me. I jump out of my seat and rush out without another word, silently thanking my savior. That thanks is taken back when I see an annoyingly pretty blonde standing in the lobby. It’s rare to see another foreigner; this is my first time seeing one in the building. She looks up at me as I exit the office, closing the door behind me.

I give her a kind smile, “Hello, welcome, how can I help you?” The guys don’t have any appointments until tomorrow, a group of their friends are meeting here for lunch, guy friends as they mentioned. She scans me up and down with a look I can only describe as disgust. It takes all of my strength not to do the same as I take in her too short skirt and low hanging tube top. Not that the outfit is bad, or that she even looks bad in it, but this is an office not a club.

“Who the hell are you?” She snaps obnoxiously in sloppy Korean.

“I am Ms. Park, the secretary. Who are you Ms.?”

“Claira.”

I give her another, less kind more forced, smile, “What can I do for you Ms. Claira?”

“Kai.”

I would love to do him. I some how manage to keep those words from coming out of my mouth, I have never been so proud of myself.

“Mr. Kim is busy at the moment, would you like to leave a message?”

“Fuck no!” She snaps, this time in English. I’m surprised when she starts charging toward the office doors. Without any hesitation I’m in front of the door, blocking the bitch out.

“I’m sorry but I’m under strict orders to not allow anyone in the office without permission.” I respond in English.

“Kai won’t care!” She growls. “I know without question he would let me in! I’ve been here plenty of times!” She lies. Than why are going to Sehun’s office, you dumb girl?

I roll my eyes, “Fine,” I start, she smirks as if she has won, “I personally do not want to let you in.” Her jaw drops. “Regardless of how Mr. Kim feels, I am the one who must let you in since he is not here and I am saying no.”

“What was that?”

“I said no, now please leave. If you need to speak with Mr. Kim so urgently please call his personal phone to do so at a better time.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” She pushes me, causing me to stumble back a step but I quickly find my footing and stand strait again, without a smile this time.

“I am starting to loose my patients. Please Ms. Claira, this is the last time I’m saying this nicely, please leave.” She opens her mouth to snap something but I hold up my hand to silence her, “but before you respond, I feel the need to mention that I grew up in New York taking boxing lessons.”

Her mouth snaps close.

“Good, now come this way,” I place my hand on her back, smiling for real when I see her flinch at my touch, and lead her toward the elevator. I watch her step in, bowing slightly as the door closes. When she is gone I can’t help but continue glaring at the door; ideas of what her and Kai’s relationship float through my mind and I can’t help but feel jealous. A nasty pinching feeling forms in my chest as I think about either of them in a relationship. I’m to absorbed in my own thought to notice Sehun creep up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist and rests his head on top of mine.

“Who was it?”

“Claira,” I deadpan.

“Claira?” He asks confused as his thumbs start rubbing my sides in small circles. A small smirk of satisfaction appears on my face at his words. If Sehun hasn’t heard of her she must not be that important. Good. I turn around in his embrace and rest my head against his chest as my arms wrap around his waist.

“It’s not important. Lets go talk about that meeting,” I look up at him and give him a genuine smile. He smiles back before leading into his office. Kai is there frowning Sehun and mine’s locked fingers.

“What happened?” Kai pouts as I sit on the other side of Sehun, away from him.

“Claira?” Sehun repeats glancing at Kai who automatically stiffens and stares past Sehun to me. I ignore him, resting my head on Sehun’s shoulder as he slouches ion the couch, papers in hand. I wrap my arm around his as I snuggle closer into his side, something he welcomes by making me release his arm so he wrap it around my shoulders to pull me closer.

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Haha

Looks like I’m now on one of my fanfiction marathons. Writing the next part of the “Euphoria” series. And Kai is unbelievably jealous so I hope you guys enjoy that :D 

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Frenzied {BonKai Fan Fic Teaser}

All right, Bonkamily, I know it’s been a minute but I did say I was working on a one shot for you guys and this is the first part to it from Kai’s perspective, the second part will be from Bonnie’s and trust me, it won’t end the way it seems like it will. I really wanted to explore a regular-irregular/normal-not-normal argument between the two of them, like this is what it would look like when they have relationship arguments. It was fun to write, hopefully you’re excited for the entire one shot!

                                                    Part I

“Kai, stop walking.”    “No.”    “Stop walking now.”    He didn’t bother responding this time and continued hurtling through the hallway, down the stairs and out of the dormitory building. Bonnie was half a step behind him, almost but not quite keeping pace with his long, determined strides. Kai knew she was angry with him but he was angry too --- furious. Or well he was panicked and hurt and that made him furious; she made him furious, undid him, laid him bare. It was maddening.    “Dammit, Kai.’    No answer.    “You know, I can make you stay here!”    Suddenly, he whirled around sharply so that he was looking at her dead in the eye, their faces only inches away from each other. “I’d like to see you try,” he said.    Bonnie glared at him but didn’t do or say anything.    Silence.    But their silences were never really silent; they were charged with unspoken aggression, with resentful desire … with wicked longing. Their silences were always loud with the imagery of them together, their bodies entwined and writhing, slicked with sweat and flushed with pleasure. Even now as Kai glowered at Bonnie, at how her face was contorted with defiance and rage, he itched to grab her to him, to feel her claw his back, to feel her teeth bite down mercilessly on his lower lip. He couldn’t help but picture his mouth on her, kissing her until she was breathless; his tongue running all over her skin, his fingers caressing her until she trembled, torturing her until she begged for more, for release, for God, for him.    That was it.    Kai closed the gap between them by thrusting his lips onto hers and pushing her indelicately against the brick wall of the dorm building. He held either side of her face, his body hard against hers, as he kissed her savagely; the remembered huskiness of her moans urged him to nip at her neck and collarbone, to thrust his pelvis into her as he slipped his hands beneath her shirt to graze and explore her bare stomach. Bonnie’s panting was quickened and harsh and she squeezed the nape of his neck, then she put her hands lower to his ass and pressed, encouraging him to push into her again. Yes. Hell yes. This was what he wanted, this was what consumed his thoughts all day, since this morning, since walking in on her and seeing … seeing …    Kai wrenched away from Bonnie and took a step back, his blood screaming, his body yearning to mould back into her, to overwhelm her, to possess her with a need for him. But he couldn’t let what he saw go. It tore him up inside. The memory of what he walked in on infected his mind like a virus and taunted him cruelly so that he shook with furious insecurity.    Only moments before, Kai had stood in the doorway and watched as Bonnie destroyed the entire dorm, shattering things with magic or else throwing objects against the wall so that they broke apart. She was frenzied, overwhelmed with anger; too emotional to control her power. Kai had seen her like this before, many times before; he’d seen her like this when they fought, when they fucked … when she tried to resist their pull, tried to resist him. Kai knew that he agitated Bonnie beyond reason, beyond comprehension, that he incensed her with hatred; hatred for all the pain he caused her, for the darkness he awakened in her, hatred that he livened her with passion, that she was tormented with want for him. But what he walked in on wasn’t about that, it wasn’t about him. Before he could even ask what was wrong, he heard her mutter frantically as she smashed and slammed and crushed.    “... done giving him chances, done being his friend ... selfish ass! Why do we put up with it? Why do I put up with it? He’ll never change … should’ve killed him when I had the chance, probably should kill him now ... How did I ever let myself be friends with Damon freaking Salvatore?”    That name. That fucking name. The reaction was instinctive and Kai yelled, punching a hole in the wall, making Bonnie turn to him.    “What did he do?”    “It’s none of your business, Kai.”    “Bonnie, what the hell did he do?”    “Nothing he hasn’t done a hundred times before!”     It was a mess in his head. Kai couldn’t stand it; seeing Bonnie respond so strongly to the actions of another man. It killed him, wrecked him completely. Her spite and her anger, it was supposed to be his, only his, it was supposed to be his connection to her, their bridge to each other; he could turn her hatred for him into hatred for what he made her feel, that he could gratify her, set her free from constraints. Kai wanted it all and he wanted it all to himself --- her resentment, her fury … but now he was sharing it with Damon. Now what was his was theirs and how long would it be until Damon tried to transform that rage the way Kai did?  And what if he was able to? Kai swore loudly and swiftly ran his fingers through his hair.    There was something else too; a newfound irritation that terrorized him. Damon had hurt Bonnie. He’d caused her grief; he’d done something to upset her enough that she was raging in her room and seeing Bonnie in pain in turn caused Kai pain; it enraged him, compelled him to utterly destroy the reason for her suffering. The only person who could cause her anguish was him; Kai wouldn’t allow anyone else the opportunity. And that was when he’d left, when he started looking for Damon.    Bonnie yelled at him now. “Do not go after him.”    “I thought you wanted him dead,” said Kai sardonically.    “Obviously I didn’t mean it!”    “I don’t care. I wanted to do this for a long time.”    “I don’t need you to protect me. Or defend me!”    “You think I don’t know that? That isn’t what this is about!”    It was half true. Kai didn’t feel like arguing that point right now, it was bad enough that they were fighting about Damon’s well-being at all; her insistence that he leave the Salvatore alone only instilled in him a deeper need to tear him apart.    “So what,” said Bonnie. “You’re just using me as an excuse to kill?”    “You’re not an excuse.” Kai rubbed his forehead in frustration. “He has a hold on you. He has a hold on you and it’s driving me crazy!”    Bonnie looked bewildered and her expression alleviated Kai’s jealous worry. But only slightly. “He’s just my friend,” said Bonnie.    “Why? After everything he’s done to you---”    “I don’t know why!”    “Exactly!”    “I don’t know why I continue to see you after everything you’ve done to me either, Kai.”    He took an abrupt step forward and he saw Bonnie tense with resolve and wary anticipation as he drew closer to her. “Are you saying that you and him are the same thing as me and you?”    “No!” said Bonnie. “I’m not sleeping with Damon!”    “But you kissed!”    Bonnie yelled in frustration. “Once!” She shook her head. “You know what, no. I don’t have to justify myself to you.”    “And I don’t have to justify myself to you either.”    Bonnie slapped him hard against the face and his cheek stung terribly, it burned; he could taste blood in his mouth. “Like hell you don’t!” she said.    Kai stared at her and then turned away to start walking again. He didn’t feel her behind him like before but then --- “I will never forgive you if you do this!”    He paused on the spot for a moment, turned around and walked back toward her and without hesitation pressed his lips against hers for a second time. His hand was on her throat beneath her chin and he kissed her with even more intensity than before, pouring in his hunger and taking everything he could from her; her exasperation and outrage, her thirst however repressed and finally he took her magic. His mouth opened hers, her tongue urgent against his, he used the contact to siphon shreds of power from her; it was a thrilling process, one that aroused and exhilarated, one that brought him even closer to her, one that allowed her to consume him and him to consume her at the same time. Just before he pulled away, he cast a silent spell and Bonnie was immobile, bound by invisible constraints and then he inched away from her. “You haven’t forgiven me for everything else that I’ve done what’s one more sin to the list?” He pulled back further. “Kai, no. No. Let me go! Let me go, now! Kai!” And then with a whisper of speed he was gone, Bonnie’s yells echoing in his ear, the taste of her on his tongue.