his cute hot face

Guys ryou is OP.  He gets all the hot millennium bishonens. Just look at him. Its a RYOU HAREM

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Skipping school to go on a road trip with Stiles.

Originally posted by gregorimghu

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

anonymous asked:

“You think I’m nervous because you’re interviewing me for this high end job but actually it’s because you’re stupidly hot” AU + jikook~

Pairing: Jikook
Prompt: “You think I’m nervous because you’re interviewing me for this high end job but actually it’s because you’re stupidly hot” AU
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,450

“We’re sorry you’ve had to wait this long,” Hoseok frowns, as he settles in the seat across from Jungkook in the waiting area.

“It’s alright,” Jungkook smiles. “This is a huge organisation after all, I’m sure everyone here is very busy.”

Hoseok looks almost relieved by his reply, the corners of his lips tugging up in a small smile. “The manager will be ready in a few minutes. In the meantime, any questions?”

Honestly, Jungkook had many questions. Or perhaps many may still be an understatement. This is BTS they’re talking about - the advertising and marketing agency that has clinched top position for almost a decade. It’s been Jungkook’s dream to get into BTS ever since he decided on the marketing and communications route when entering university. And now he’s here - sitting in the office with the human resource manager and waiting for his interview slot. Jungkook doesn’t even know how he managed to pass the preliminary rounds to get to this final stage. It’s still so surreal, and Jungkook draws a blank at Hoseok’s question.

Hoseok is still patiently waiting for a reply, so Jungkook blurts the first thing that comes to mind. “What’s the manager like?”

“The manager interviewing you?” Hoseok seems to light up at that. “His name is Park Jimin. He joined us two years ago and is one of our youngest managers around. A really talented man if you ask me. The best we could possibly ask for. You know the perfume ad that won the Emmy for Commercials last year?” At Jungkook’s nod, he continues, “Jimin helmed that project.”

Two years and a manger running the biggest projects there are? Winning top awards after a year in? Hoseok doesn’t even look thirty and he’s calling Jimin young. If anything, Jungkook’s already in awe. But before he can get another word out, there’s a voice from across the waiting room. “Hoseok hyung, I’m ready.”

“Finally, busy man.” Hoseok grins and stands, and Jungkook quickly follows suit, casting his glance across the room. His breath catches.

There’s a man in a white shirt and black slacks, sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and first two buttons undone to give off a more casual vibe. He’s small in stature, a good few centimeters shorter than Jungkook, but he carries himself with an air of confidence. And he’s smiling, eyes reducing to slits and mouth wide in a grin. Jungkook tries but fails to stop staring like an idiot because holy shit, no one prepared him for this. Hoseok said young, but he didn’t say good-looking. Hot, Jungkook’s mind supplies unhelpfully and he resists the urge to club himself in the head with Hoseok’s tumbler.

“Is this the interviewee with you?” Jungkook jolts a little at that, focusing his gaze just in time to find Jimin’s attention now on him. His gaze is sharp but not unkind, almost a little inquisitive as he gives Jungkook a quick onceover. Jungkook bows deep in greeting, praying hard that his knees don’t give in from how weak they feel.

“Yeah,” Hoseok says. “This is Jeon Jungkook.” He guides Jungkook forward with a gentle grip around his elbow. “All yours now, Jimin.”

“Thanks, hyung,” Jimin says before gesturing to Jungkook. “Come on, we’ll use the meeting room down the corridor.”

Once they’re both seated, Jimin turns to him and smiles. “Glad you could make it for the interview today, Jungkook.”

“I-It’s no problem.” Jungkook groans internally, that did not come out right. Jimin’s gaze is distracting (this close Jungkook sees that he’s wearing grey contact lenses) and Jungkook’s mind is a mess. “I m-mean uhh I’m really grateful for this opportunity.”

“Well,” Jimin picks up a pen, scribbling down something short. “Tell me more about yourself.”

With Jimin looking down at his paper, Jungkook feels like he can finally catch the breath that’s been knocked out of him earlier. “My name is Jungkook, and I studied marketing and comm-”

“That’s in your resume,” Jimin cuts in. Jungkook blinks, fingers toying with a stray thread at the waist of his slacks. “I want to know what’s special about you, what makes you stand out from the crowd.”

Against his will, Jungkook’s eyes wander to Jimin’s full lips, his thoughts drifting a little before he snaps back, chiding himself silently. Licking his lips, Jungkook starts, “I uhh… I’ve been doing some work, I mean freelance work since freshman year. Oh, I umm,” he pauses, digging through his bag to pull out a file. “I brought my portfolio.”

Jimin reaches for the file, their fingers brushing and Jungkook quickly retracts his hands, tucking them between his thighs to keep them from shaking.

“Look pretty good,” Jimin says, as he flips through the file.

“Thank you,” Jungkook mutters. He lets himself stare at the manager’s small hands and wanders how they’ll feel clasped in his bigger ones.

“You know,” Jimin starts, and Jungkook jerks a little at his voice. There’s a hint of a smile on Jimin’s lips as he stares straight into Jungkook’s eyes. Jungkook tries not to break the eye contact, even if his insides are squirming so much that he wants to get up and move around to get rid of that feeling. “You’re awfully nervous for someone this talented and experienced.”

“Oh,” Jungkook says. Jimin raises his eyebrows in question. “Uhh… thank you?”

Jimin tips his head back and laughs, and it catches Jungkook off-guard (it’s a professional interview for a top company after all). It should be unattractive with his eyes disappearing and nearly all his teeth showing, but all Jungkook can think is how he still is terribly handsome. He’s whipped and so, so screwed. Taehyung’s going to have the time of his life teasing him if he finds out that Jungkook is having a “high school crush” on his maybe-soon-to-be manager.

“Cute,” Jimin utters softly, but Jungkook still catches it. He dies a little inside.

“So, Jungkook,” Jimin starts again. “I know this is a huge organization and all, and it may seem a little intimidating, but you don’t have to be so nervous.”

No, Jungkook thinks. No, Jimin’s got it all wrong. Because Jungkook, with more than three years of design experience on his belt, is not at all worried about his skills. He isn’t at all nervous because this is some huge ass company that rakes in millions per project and billions each year. 

No, if there’s anything that’s making the ever-confident Jungkook sweat and stutter, it’s Park Jimin.

“Your resume and portfolio is pretty impressive,” Jimin is saying. “Maybe you could tell me what concerns you have that is keeping you nervous now?”

How is he going to explain that it’s not the job but Jimin’s face and overall presence that’s making him jittery? Jungkook sighs mentally. Why does Jimin have to be so damn hot and cute all at once and mess with his mind?

“I mean…” The lilt in Jimin’s voice has Jungkook finally focusing his gaze on the manager. He blinks, confused, because what? Jimin is smirking?

“If it helps you relax and stutter less, I could always turn around so you don’t have to see my face,” Jimin says.

It take three whole seconds for Jungkook to process his words before he colors, unconsciously covering his face in embarrassment. So he’s not only a stuttering mess but he actually said those thoughts out loud. Called Jimin hot and cute to his face at an interview.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mumbles. This is it. His only chance at BTS is gone. Jungkook doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry at his stupidity.

“Jungkook,” Jimin says. He waits until Jungkook lowers his hands to look at him before continuing. “Let me ask you one question: Do you really want this job?”

“Yes,” Jungkook blurts, nodding to emphasize his point. “It’s been a dream job for me.” Vaguely, Jungkook registers that he didn’t stutter this time.

Jimin doesn’t answer immediately but continues to stare right at Jungkook, assessing. Jungkook tries not to fidget, biting on the inside of his bottom lip to keep still.

“You’re hired.”

“I’m- wait, I’m hired?” Jungkook can’t keep the incredulity out of his voice.

“Yes,” Jimin’s smiling, “You start next week, congratulations.”

“Thank you!” Jungkook can’t keep the wide smile from spreading across his lips. “Thank you so much.”

“I’ll see you then.” And Jungkook takes this as his cue to leave, gathering his things. Just as he’s stepping over to the door, Jimin starts, “Oh and Jungkook?”

Jungkook spins around in response, one hand on the door handle.

“You’ll be working directly under me,” Jimin says, gesturing to himself. “So get used to this face.”


A/N: Thank you for requesting anonnie bc I needed to get my jikook feels out after today’s vlive (*≧▽≦) 

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