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All his life, Junseo had lived a strictly monotonous routine.

He studied properly, behaved properly, finished school properly, took lessons properly, got into a reputable university properly, joined student organizations properly, and eventually landed a job at a giant multinational corporation—also properly—even though he had just graduated.

He had never once thought his life was monotonous.
Not until he’d been working for ten long years.

He was the type of employee adored by upper management, holding a strategic position for someone his age. At thirty-two, he was already a manager in the Human Resources department. Perhaps this too was the result of living such an orderly life.

And even though people saw him as impressive and reliable, Junseo himself was… bored.

People often said that the cure for a monotonous life was love—or sex.
But for someone as stiff as Junseo, forming any relationship beyond professional boundaries felt painfully awkward. He’d lost count of how many blind dates had failed because of his rigid personality that left his date irritated. He didn’t even have anyone he could call a close friend. While other people would call their friends to grab drinks after work, Junseo preferred doing it alone.

Not because he didn’t need company, but because he felt guilty making others uncomfortable around him.

Tonight, he planned to drink alone again.
The past week had been so overwhelming that he felt like his head was about to explode. His company had a much higher intake of new hires this year, and he had to oversee the entire process—from recruitment to interviews to final placement.
Maybe the word “oversee” didn’t sound as heavy as the workload of the employees under him, but in reality, it was exhausting.

Only today was he finally free from the endless pushing and prodding of his superiors—because today was the first day the new employees officially started. At last, he could breathe a little easier.

He had already planned out his entire evening: after work, he’d take his dog Kimchi for a walk by the Han River. Then he’d shower and eat dinner—because he absolutely couldn’t drink alcohol on an empty stomach. After dinner, he’d finish a bit of lingering work until ten or eleven at night.
Only then would he go out for a late-night drink.
Because honestly, wasn’t that the best time to enjoy soju at a street stall?

He could already imagine the taste of cold soju with spicy tteokbokki, accompanied by the chilly night breeze.
At least something gave him a small spark of excitement today.

Ting!

The notification sound from his phone stopped his fingers mid-typing. He glanced at the screen—and immediately snatched his phone in panic when he saw the sender.
Junseo prayed it was a nightmare.

A message from the head secretary of one of the company’s executive directors.
And not just any director—the most terrifying one out of all of them.

He couldn’t think of a single reason why that director would summoning him. His entire career had been spotless—no errors, no major mistakes. Which made him wonder if something had gone wrong during the latest batch of recruitment.
Had he messed up somewhere?

The secretary instructed him to come to Executive Director Zhang’s office immediately. His heart thumped wildly in fear. He even tried to think positively—maybe it was a promotion?
But that was nearly impossible. He’d only been in his current position for a year and a half.

Even though Junseo often looked calm with his expressionless face, in reality, he panicked every time he had to meet his higher-ups. He wasn’t a perfectionist, but he always tried to give the best results he could, even if not perfect.

In the elevator, he couldn’t stop biting his nails anxiously. He had no idea what awaited him. Praise or scolding?

What did I do wrong? Why is Director Zhang calling me… he thought frantically.

When the elevator doors opened, cold sweat dripped down his back. His palms dampened when Director Zhang’s secretary looked his way and gestured for him to enter the office. Junseo swallowed hard, his steps slightly trembling.

As soon as the office door opened, bright sunlight from the massive windows nearly blinded him. And then he heard it—

Tak! Tak! Tak!
The loud, sharp sound of a ping pong ball.

…Wait.

Ping pong?

He squinted and saw Director Zhang in sportswear, playing ping-pong with someone in an employee uniform.

Junseo was terrified, thinking he’d been summoned for something urgent, important, and potentially career-ending …
But the director was casually playing ping-pong after calling him in.

“G-Good morning, Director Zhang.”

“Ah! 10–3!”

“One more round!”

Junseo’s voice was drowned out by the fiery shouts between the two players.

“Excuse me, Director Zhang. I’m Kim Junseo from the depart—Ack!”

A ping-pong ball shot across the room and smacked him right in the forehead.
Only when he yelped in pain did the two players finally look at him.

“Oh? Manager Kim Junseo?”

Junseo inhaled deeply and picked up the ball that had dropped near his shoe. He forced his best smile, as if the red mark on his forehead didn’t exist.
“Good morning, Director Zhang. I’m Manager Kim Junseo from HR Department.”

“Pfft!”

Junseo narrowed his eyes at the one who laughed—the young male employee who had been playing with the director. He looked so young—and Junseo wasn’t even sure he had seen him around.

How dare he laugh at my misery.
The fire burning in Junseo’s glare only made the young man snicker harder.

“Ah, Manager Kim. I called you here to introduce you to my nephew.” Director Zhang pointed at the young man who had just laughed at him.

“This is my nephew, Zhang Jiahao. Starting today he will be working here, and he’ll be placed in your department. So please guide him from now on.”

Guide him.

A phrase that made Junseo exhale heavily in defeat.

So Director Zhang called him here to dump a relative into his care. When an employee had ties to a higher-up, the meaning of “guiding” changed drastically. The hidden message was clear: make things easier for him and treat him nicely.
This was his first time personally receiving such a “request,” though he’d heard plenty of stories from other managers.

The young man, Zhang Jiahao, walked up to him and gave a slight bow.
“Hello, I look forward to working with you.”

What a brat. He didn’t even bow properly.

But what could a mere manager possibly do in front of a famously intimidating executive director?

Junseo bowed respectfully.
“Understood, Director. I’ll guide him as best as I can.”

To Junseo, the smile on Jiahao’s face looked… stupid.
He didn’t like it.
More precisely, he didn’t like people who didn’t have to struggle to get somewhere—unlike him.
After living such a dry, monotonous life to achieve so many goals, seeing someone carefree and privileged like Jiahao only made him resentful.

“I’m your manager, Kim Junseo,” he said flatly. “Welcome to the HR department.”

“Two bottles of soju and one tteokbokki!”

The ahjumma running the pojangmacha placed Junseo’s order on the table. Without wasting a second, Junseo uncapped a bottle of soju and filled his small glass to the brim.

“God, damn it.”

He cursed under his breath and downed the soju in one shot.

Originally, he had planned quiet night of drinking—just enough to loosen up his stress. Instead, it had turned into a drinking session fueled entirely by anger. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Apparently, the six months he’d spent preparing and overseeing the recruitment process—and the last week of nonstop interviews—still weren’t enough. Now he had an extra responsibility dumped on him: becoming a glorified “babysitter.”

His chopsticks moved furiously as he shoveled tteokbokki into his mouth, chewing with irritation. The burning spiciness only fed his already blazing temper. He regretted wishing his monotonous life would change. Turned out monotony was far better than being hit with annoying surprises out of nowhere.

“What do you guys want to order?”

“Ramen. Ramen. Nothing beats ramen.”

“I’m not eating. I already had dinner.”

“Order five bottles of soju later.”

The noisy voices of customers who had just arrived made Junseo toss back another soju with an annoyed sigh. He really chose the wrong place tonight—coming to a loud pojangmacha while in a foul mood was a terrible decision. Hearing people’s chatter only made his blood boil more.

“Oh?”
Suddenly, a hand pat his shoulder. “Manager?”

Junseo turned his head toward the voice—and immediately stiffened when he saw Zhang Jiahao, the very source of his misery today, the director’s precious nephew, standing right in front of him. “You—?”

“Whoa! Hello, hello, Manager! Hey, this is my manager from my department!” Jiahao announced proudly to the five guys behind him—apparently his friends. They were most likely the loud group that had been bothering Junseo earlier.

All five gave Junseo polite nods. Judging by their faces, they were probably fresh graduates—early twenties, still baby-faced. But Junseo had zero intention of socializing with them. Their age gap was easily nine or ten years, and he had absolutely no energy left to deal with kids their age.

He simply nodded back with a thin smile, silently hoping they would all leave soon. Especially Jiahao—the root cause of his terrible day. But instead of walking away, Jiahao told his friends to go find a table first.

And then, just when Junseo’s small hope began to rise, Jiahao crushed it completely by sitting down right across from him. He looked completely innocent about it too. “Manager, I’ll sit with you for a bit,” he said, pouring more soju into Junseo’s empty glass.

“Sorry, but why are you sitting here?”

Jiahao gave him a puzzled look. “It’d be rude if I saw my manager and just ignored him. I’ll keep you company for a while. I’ll leave later.”

This brat, Junseo muttered internally. You talk to me like this but you’re talking about politeness? I’d rather you ignore me than sit here with that face.

Of course, he couldn’t say that to the Director’s nephew.

To stop himself from exploding, Junseo downed the soju again and refused to respond. He hoped ignoring Jiahao would make him leave, but instead the kid picked up Junseo’s chopsticks and grabbed a piece of tteokbokki for him—holding it in front of his mouth like he was about to feed him.

“Manager, aaah~”

Junseo couldn’t tell if Jiahao was naturally playful or just ridiculously extroverted, but this was way too much. With a tight expression, he pushed down the chopsticks Jiahao was holding. “Zhang Jiahao, you’re bothering me.”

Jiahao blinked, eyes widening in surprise. It seemed he wasn’t used to being scolded. But he didn’t back off either. Whether he got reported to Director Zhang later or not, whatever. The alcohol was loosening Junseo’s tongue, making him more honest than usual, but he still knew he should restrain himself before saying something worse.

So before he could snap again, Junseo stood up—swaying slightly from dizziness. He was definitely getting drunk.

“Ahjumma!” he called out. “Ahjumma, I’d like to pay.”

“Manager!”

Suddenly Jiahao grabbed his hand, stopping him. “Manager, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by—”

Junseo pulled his hand away. He said nothing and headed to the counter to pay. He knew if he replied, he would definitely say something he’d regret later. His mood was terrible, and he was now drunk on top of that. Better to keep his mouth shut before he dug himself into a deeper grave by yelling at Jiahao.

He regretted drinking too fast just because he was upset. Half a bottle and he was already like this—pathetic. He walked out of the pojangmacha, trying to call a substituted driver to take him home. But the moment he stepped outside, his head spun harder and his vision blurred.

In that moment, only one thought crossed his mind:

Ah, I’m so fucked up.

“Urgh…”

Junseo’s head throbbed violently as soon as he opened his eyes. His vision spun even though he was still lying down.

Wait.

Where exactly was he lying right now?

As his consciousness slowly sharpened, he glanced left and right in confusion. This wasn’t his bedroom. Not even close. It wasn’t familiar at all. Was this a hotel room? But why would he be in a hotel room? No… judging from the décor, this didn’t look like a hotel either.

“Oh? Manager?”

Junseo shot upright in shock when Jiahao appeared from behind the door, a glass in his hand. “W–where am I?”

Jiahao walked over and handed him the glass. “You’re at my apartment. You were so drunk last night you fainted on the side of the road. I couldn’t just leave you there when I know you, right?”

It took a few seconds for Junseo to process what he’d heard. And only then did the memories begin to return. He pressed his fingers against his forehead, frustration. Frustration at himself for ending up in such an embarrassing situation. Of all people, he had to be taken care of by the one person who annoyed him the most. Truly ridiculous

“I’m sorry,” Junseo muttered, exhaling in shame. “I must’ve troubled you.”

Strangely, Jiahao didn’t respond. He simply stared at him—long and intensely. Whatever he was doing, Junseo felt the weight of that gaze clearly.

“Do you… have something to say to me?” he asked carefully.

Zhang Jiahao continued staring without blinking, making Junseo both confused and slightly uneasy. “Zhang Jiahao?”

“You don’t… remember anything from last night?”

The question made Junseo frown. “I remember. I got drunk, and then you helped me. Right?”

“Hm.” Jiahao looked like he was weighing something in his mind. Then suddenly, he tugged the collar of his t-shirt down, exposing the lower part of his neck. “What about this? Still don’t remember?”

Junseo’s eyes widened at the sight—reddish marks, round and clustered all along Jiahao’s neck. Not many, but big, obvious ones. Some even had very clear bite marks.

Jiahao offered him a small smile. “You did all of these, you know.”

“I—” Junseo’s voice cracked into stutters, his mind going completely blank. “I did w-what?”

Seeing his panicked expression, Jiahao seemed to realize his manager genuinely didn’t remember a thing. He sighed and casually slipped both hands into his pockets. “Well, if you don’t remember, then it’s fine. You don’t need to.”

“Wait!” Junseo burst out, horrified. “I did that? To you??? What else did I do last night?!”

Jiahao’s eyes rolled to the side as if recalling the memory. “Nothing much,” he said with a shrug, completely unfazed. “You were just trying to have sex with me. That’s all.”

Junseo swore he could feel his face drain of color, his heart coming dangerously close to stopping entirely. Not only had he yelled at Jiahao at the pojangmacha, now he had apparently attacked him afterward.

“I– I—” His mouth refused to form words. Nothing came out right. His brain couldn’t even begin to form an excuse. “I apologize—”

“It’s alright, Manager,” Jiahao cut in with a grin. “You’re a good and passionate kisser. So I’ll let it slide. Last night was a fucking hot make-out.”

And once again, the exact same thought from last night echoed in Junseo’s head.

I’m so fucking fucked up.

Ever since that disastrous first encounter, Junseo had been doing everything he could to avoid Jiahao. The intense embarrassment simply wouldn’t leave him.

Imagine meeting someone for the first time and ending up leaving that kind of impression. If he’d known things would turn out this unlucky, he would’ve kept his mouth shut at the pojangmacha and stayed the monotonous, obedient office worker he’d always been.

He had no idea whether Jiahao had reported the incident to Director Zhang or not. But the fact that Junseo hadn’t been summoned so far suggested that Jiahao probably hadn’t said anything.
That was good news.
And yet, Junseo still couldn’t stop feeling anxious.

No matter how hard he tried to avoid Jiahao, he still had to interact with him. Like it or not, Jiahao was the new employee entrusted to him. Jiahao came to him every single day, and one habit that Junseo could never get used to was—how touchy the younger man was. Whether Junseo was teaching him how to write a report or explaining something else entirely, there was always some kind of physical contact. Their arms brushing, their legs bumping, fingertips touching, and all sorts of small, unnecessary contact.

The biggest problem was how Junseo always jerked a little every time they touched—because his mind involuntarily replayed the memory of Jiahao showing him the hickeys he’d left on his neck.
Even though he had no recollection of that night, his brain naturally tried to imagine what he must’ve done to leave those marks behind.

And without realizing it, his heart always sped up whenever Jiahao was near.

At first, the pounding was because he was nervous and ashamed of his actions that night. But now, even after a month had passed, the pounding hadn’t stopped. Every time he searched for answers online or in forums, he kept finding the same conclusion:

falling in love.

But how could that be? On what basis would he fall in love with a new hire he barely knew? Zhang Jiahao was just an employee he had to guide.
Just someone Junseo happened to watch every day—even though he was trying not to.
Watching how Jiahao interacted with other employees, how freely he laughed and smiled at everyone, how well-liked he was in the HR department.

Yes, Zhang Jiahao was just someone Junseo accidentally observed every day.

But according to the internet, there was a way to test whether someone was truly in love: Jealousy.
If you felt jealous watching that person with someone else, then your feelings were probably real.

Junseo had tried it. He watched Jiahao chatting and laughing with coworkers, and he didn’t feel a spark of jealousy. That’s why he convinced himself that his heartbeats wasn’t love—it was just the side effect of having to constantly be around someone he was responsible for.

There was simply no way he was falling for someone like Zhang Jiahao.

“Manager.”

Junseo snapped out of his thoughts at Jiahao’s voice. It wasn’t just the voice—Junseo had become extremely familiar with the fragrance Jiahao always wore.
But today, the scent wasn’t familiar at all.

“You changed your perfume?” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Realizing how stupid that sounded, Junseo quickly looked away and pretended to focus on his computer. “Never mind,” he said flatly—or rather, pretending to be flat.

Jiahao lifted his collar and sniffed his shirt. “Hm? No, I didn’t. I don’t think so?”

Then he seemed to realize what Junseo meant. “Ah, it’s not me. I stopped by my friend’s department earlier and he hugged me, so I guess his perfume stuck on my clothes.”

Junseo’s hands froze on the keyboard. “Your boyfriend?”

“Hm.” Jiahao leaned against Junseo’s desk casually. “Do you need to be boyfriends just to hug someone?”

He paused, then added with a sly tilt of his head, “You kissed me and we’re not boyfriends.”

“—cough!”
Junseo choked on his own saliva at the brutally direct comeback. “T-that—! I already apologized for that! And it was an accident! I was drunk!”

With an annoyingly mischievous grin, Jiahao grabbed Junseo’s tie and pulled him close until their faces nearly touched. “Then do you want to kiss me again—but on purpose this time?”

Junseo shot to his feet, face turning red in seconds. “Zhang Jiahao!”

“Hahaha,” Jiahao laughed, patting Junseo’s shoulder playfully. “Relax, I’m joking, Manager.”

Knock, knock, knock.

Junseo hurried to fix his collar and cleared his throat. “Yes, come in.”

“Oh? Lee Leo!” Jiahao waved excitedly at the visitor who had entered Junseo’s office.

Seeing how cheerful Jiahao was, Junseo immediately guessed that this must be the friend Jiahao had mentioned—the one who hugged him. And his suspicion was confirmed when Leo approached and Junseo caught the same perfume scent lingering on Jiahao’s clothes.

“Hello, sir. I’m from the marketing department. I’m here to deliver the report you requested,” Leo said, handing him a folder.

Junseo accepted it and subtly studied the man. Lee Leo—handsome features paired with a body proportion that would make any man jealous. For some reason, Junseo felt something in his chest tighten.

“Yo.” Leo extended his fist, and Jiahao met it with a grin.
Junseo watched them closely.

Then Leo casually draped an arm around Jiahao’s shoulders and pulled him away. “Let’s head home. You’re not working overtime, right?”

“Not sure. Probably not. It’s already the end of the day, isn’t it?”

The two walked out while chatting, still wrapped around each other like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Junseo wasn’t sure what the emotion growing in his chest was—but he definitely didn’t like the sight of Jiahao’s attention being taken away from him.
Worse, he hated how blatantly Jiahao ignored him the moment someone else showed up.

“Zhang Jiahao.”

Both men stopped immediately. Jiahao turned his head. “Yes, Manager?”

Junseo clenched his fists, tightening his jaw.
“You’re working overtime tonight. There’s something you need to finish with me.”

“Ha…”

With a heavy sigh, Junseo dragged his hands down his face in frustration. He was currently hiding in the restroom, hours after telling Zhang Jiahao to work overtime for absolutely no reason. He felt like ripping his own hair out, overwhelmed by the fact that he had no idea what excuse he was supposed to give Jiahao. He didn’t have any actual tasks or training prepared for him.

Or maybe I should just tell him to go home, he thought.

Maybe that really was the best option. Junseo could simply tell Jiahao to clock out because, in the end, there was nothing that needed to be done. Truthfully, even he didn’t understand why he had blurted out that impulsive order to keep Jiahao from leaving with Leo. Looking back, he must have been completely out of his mind. Possessed, even.

He inhaled deeply before heading back to his office. Junseo had made up his mind. He would send Jiahao home, even if it meant sacrificing his pride. A momentary embarrassment was nothing compared to the humiliation he’d face if Jiahao ever found out he was only asked to stay because Junseo got jealous. That was an even more ridiculous reason.

When he walked into the room, he found Jiahao sitting in his office chair, casually scrolling on his phone.

“Zhang Jiahao,” he called.

Jiahao, who had been fully absorbed in his screen, immediately lifted his head.
“Oh, good evening, sir.”

“You can go home to—”

“Let’s go, sir. I’m ready,” Jiahao suddenly cut in, making Junseo stare at him in confusion.

“What? Ready for what?”

“Here you go. I’m ready.”

Junseo’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull at the sight in front of him.

“W–what—! What are you—! Are you crazy!?”

He immediately grabs the underwear in Jiahao’s hand as he casually shows it. Junseo tosses it to the floor as his face becomes bright red. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

But Jiahao shrugs as if it’s nothing. “What? I take off my undies because we’re going to do it. Am I wrong?”

“Do what???” Junseo asks in a horrified voice.

Jiahao only looks at Junseo innocently. “Sex?”

Junseo gasps as he looks at Jiahao in horror and embarrassment. “I don’t mean it that way!”

“You don’t?” This time, it’s Jiahao’s turn to look at Junseo in confusion. “But, aren’t you …”

He suddenly sighs as he plops down on Junseo’s chair again. “Ah damn,” he murmurs. Jiahao takes a deep breath as he takes off his pants which is not logical for Junseo. He thought that Jiahao realized his misunderstanding, but then it turns out that he continued the misinterpretation anyway.

In a panic, Junseo stops Jiahao from lowering his pants even more. “Stop! Stop!” He tries to stop it, but rather than succeeding, he falls into an even bigger mistake. Junseo holds Jiahao’s pants when it slides down his ankle, but also, at the same time, it exposes his position very clearly in front of Jiahao’s private part. And when Junseo is in that awkward position, Jiahao takes advantage of it by spreading off his thighs—Showing an even clearer sight for Junseo to see.

Junseo already has a bright red on his cheeks, but it gets even brighter when he fully views what’s in front of him. He gulps so hard and he doesn’t even realize it. His consciousness tells him that he has to stop this. “I swear we shouldn’t do this,” he says in a trembling voice.

Jiahao chuckles at how cute Junseo looks right now. So he clasps his thighs together with Junseo’s head in the middle of them. He gives off a playful smirk. “Who’s we?”

“Fuck …” Junseo bites his lips hard. “Please don’t tempt me to do this.”

“Tell me, manager.” With a sweet and luring voice, Jiahao brushes Junseo’s hair with his warm hand. “Have you ever got into trouble?”

“ … No.” Junseo looks away for a second from Jiahao’s sharp gaze.

“Good.”

Jiahao starts unbuttoning his shirt. “Because I’m going to show you how it feels damn good to be in trouble.”

“W-Wait!” With a firm grasp, Junseo stops Jiahao from unbuttoning his shirt even further. “Why are you doing this? I mean- Why me? You can do it with some other guy. Maybe- Maybe like Lee Leo.” At the mention of Leo’s name, Junseo’s voice becomes smaller.

“Leo?” Jiahao slightly raises one of his eyebrows. “I don’t like him. Why should I do it with someone who I don’t like?”

With a surprised look on his face, Junseo grabs Jiahao’s hands with glittering stars in his eyes. “Then-! Do you … Do you like me???”

“Pfft!” Jiahao can’t help but laugh at Junseo’s reaction. He continues to unbutton his shirt and then pulls off his pants. With a naked body, he spreads his legs widely. “You’re so funny, Mr. Kim.”

“Will I spread my legs for you if it isn’t for the fact that I like you?”

Junseo swears his heart beats so fast after hearing that confession. Without any further ado, Junseo grabs Jiahao’s cheeks and pulls him closer. Then he closes the gap between their lips with a kiss. Well, it’s not a kiss. It’s a heavy make-out with each other.

“My office doesn’t have CCTV,” he whispers. “It actually has one, but it broke a week ago and the company hasn’t replaced it until now.”

“Good.” Jiahao gasps for air between their kisses and licks Junseo’s face like a dog in heat. “It means you can fuck me so hard until I faint.”

Those seducing yet challenging words make Junseo clenches his jaw in lust. “Director Zhang better not hear any of this.”

“He won’t.” But then Jiahao shrugs. “Unless you don’t fuck me good, then I’m afraid we should let my uncle knows.”

Junseo licks his lower lip. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you real good.”

With a bright smile, Jiahao circles his hands on Junseo’s neck and gives him a peck. “Heh, I thought you didn’t do it with men. I did a lot of skinship with you, yet you never reacted. But it turns out you’re also boiling inside, huh?”

Junseo loosens up his tie and unbuttons his collar. “I don’t do it with you out of lust,” he says. “I do it with you because I’m falling in love with you.”

What Junseo just said immediately makes Jiahao stare at him in shock. “You … Huh??? You’re in love with-?!”

Jiahao doesn’t have a chance to finish what he is about to say as Junseo immediately carries him. All this time, Jiahao always sees Junseo as a man who’s not physically strong. Because he always hides in an oversized size shirt and lame outfit styles. But he is so surprised to see how Junseo can pick him so easily as if he’s a piece of paper. And when Jiahao holds on to Junseo, he can feel the muscular biceps—Which surprises him even more.

“Every time you make a skinship with me, my skin crawls,” Junseo whispers as he puts kisses on Jiahao’s chest and stomach. “But not with disgust, but with excitement.”

“I’m excited to touch you, but I feel like I shouldn’t feel that way so I stayed silent for most of the time back then.”

“Hnng!” Jiahao trembles when Junseo starts to suck and play with his nipples.

“But let me tell you one thing. Every time I close my eyes, I always imagine how we kissed on the night I was drunk. I imagine how my lips left those pretty red marks everywhere on your pretty neck,” Junseo says with an eager voice.

The man Jiahao underestimates suddenly becomes a beast ready to devour him at any second. He thinks that Junseo is just a cute and puppy-like man who is kind of a push-over. But all this time, Junseo is just holding himself back not to eat Jiahao up.

“I want to touch you here and imagine what kind of reaction you’d give,” he continues as he rubs the entrance of Jiahao’s hole. “Will you tremble? Will you cry? Or will you scream my name out loud? Which would be the answer?”

“Lube,” Jiahao stops Junseo from shoving his ass without any preparation, “I have lube on my shirt’s pocket.”

When Jiahao says that, Junseo has a bright idea. He takes out the lube from Jiahao’s pocket as instructed. But then he throws it to Jiahao. “Prepare your hole by yourself. I want to see it.”

Surprisingly, Jiahao doesn’t even flinch. He immediately grabs the lube and pours it down his hole. Then he rubs it a little bit before slowly pushing his fingers inside. “Ah, mmmh.” He bites his lips with an erotic expression on his face. That face alone already makes Junseo shudder in desire.

They must be crazy. Doing such lewd activity in the office where anyone could knock on his door and come in. But when a man’s libido is at its peak, there’s nothing that could hold him down. He watches how Jiahao’s fingers go in and out of his hole. Every squish of lube that comes out and drips from his hole makes a very erotic scene. Junseo removes his dick from his boxer and pants. Then he slowly pumps his dick with his hand. He seriously can cum just from watching Jiahao fingering himself.

“Ah! Ah! Fuck, I’m going to cum! Hngggh!”

Playing with his prostate, he reaches his own climax and spurts his cum. It splatters around Junseo’s crotch. The cum splatters on Junseo’s dick which springs up proudly. “I was about to cum by masturbating, but then I guess I should let it out in a different place,” Junseo says.

But then he stands in silence for a good second. “Wait … We don’t have a-”

“No need.” Jiahao grabs Junseo by the neck and kisses him on his jaw. “Just fuck me bareback.”

The Junseo that looked like a beast just a minute ago suddenly returned to his nervousness. “I’m letting you know that this is my first time with a man, so it might not feel good.”

“I’m letting you know that you’re the first man who fucks me raw so that it will feel so good.” Jiahao gives a naughty smirk as he cups Junseo’s face.

Zhang Jiahao—He really knows his way with words.

Junseo takes a deep breath as he shoves his dick into a man’s hole for the first time.

The first thought that came to mind is about how the tightness of Jiahao’s hole almost snaps his dick in half. It is so tight and beyond his imagination. It’s even harder to push his dick inside because it almost feels like there’s no space left for his dick to get in. “A-Are you sure that this isn’t your first time taking in a man’s dick?”

Jiahao gasps as he digs his nail into Junseo’s shoulders. “It’s your dick! Your dick is the one who should be at fault! I never take a big dick like this- Haa!”

“Breathe,” Junseo whispers. He caresses Jiahao’s cheeks softly as he kisses Jiahao in a calming way. “Come on. Breathe. I can’t get in if you’re so tense like this.”

“I swear to God that it hurts. It hurts very much.” Jiahao takes a very deep breath a few times. “But I just know that it would turn out to be so fucking good. Fucked by such a big dick. Fuck.”

Junseo’s ears turn red. He thinks he can keep up with the way people do dirty talks while having sex, but it’s still too much for him. He can’t help but get shy when he hears such lewd words. “I don’t know that you’re such a lewd person,” he grunts as he tries to push deeper inside.

“I’m only lewd for you, Mr. Manager.”

Such suggestive words make Junseo conscience’s thread snap in two. He really, really can’t stop now. So he drags Jiahao’s waist and pushes the rest of his dick in one go. And he finally gets the answer that he’s been looking for.

“Ahh!! Fuck!”

Jiahao cries out loud as his whole body trembles when Junseo fills him up with his entire dick. He can’t even utter another word because he can only shake and pants heavily. And Junseo never felt such a hurrah before. It feels very, very satisfying in its own way. A burst of energy suddenly fills Junseo up. With all those energies, Junseo pulls down Jiahao’s waist as he rams him mercilessly inside him.

The table they are on shakes as if a big earthquake is happening. “Fucking you on my very own work table, damn, no. I don’t even imagine myself fucking someone in the office. But yet here you are-” Junseo grunts as his dick twitches inside Jiahao’s hole. “-on top of my table and getting fucked by me.”

“You never imagine it?” Jiahao smiles sheepishly. “For me, I imagine you fuck me on every corner of the office every single time we touch each other.”

Junseo grits his teeth every time Jiahao provokes him. “I don’t care anymore,” he mutters.

“Ahh! W-wait! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Don’t-!” Jiahao even chokes on his own saliva. “Too rough! It’s too- Nggh!”

For the second time Jiahao cum. Thick and white semen drips down from his tip to his stomach. It’s a very erotic yet beautiful scenery for Junseo. The way Jiahao’s body shivers as his waist raises up and down from the high of his ecstasy looks very seductive. Junseo pushes his thumb inside Jiahao’s mouth, making him lick it obediently.

Jiahao grabs Junseo’s hair roughly as he bites Junseo’s thumb seductively. “Can you do another round? Because I still want to be fucked. A lot.”

With a knowing smile, Junseo holds Jiahao’s waist tightly. “How about I make your dreams come true? Fucking you in every corner of my office room?”

“Mmh,” he shivers when he hears Junseo’s answer. Jiahao bites his lips, “Yes, please. Please, sir.”

It seemed their encounters were never meant to be normal.

On the very first day they met, they ended up making out despite not knowing each other at all.
In the first month of knowing each other, they had sex for the first time.
And a week after that?

“Manager Kim!”

Junseo’s ears flushed red when Jiahao hugged him from behind in his office. Ever since that night—one week after their first time—Jiahao had become even bolder in teasing him. The two people who used to act like they were waging a cold war now looked more like newlyweds.

“Ssh! Jiahao! How many times do I have to tell you not to show our relationship off at the office!”

“Relationship?” Jiahao raised his brows playfully. “Do we even have one, sir? I don’t remember you asking me to start a relationship. The only thing we’ve started is… a physical one. That one, right?”

Junseo exhaled quietly, flustered. “You know what I mean.”

Jiahao followed him with mischievous steps as Junseo tried to walk away.
“Huh? I don’t know, sir. Which relationship? Tell me, please? I wanna know too, you know.”

Not only was he tailing behind him, Jiahao also pinched Junseo’s cheek affectionately with one hand while holding out a pen like it was a microphone with the other—like a reporter cornering his interviewee.
“Sir, what relationship? Why aren’t you answering, sir?”

Face blazing all the way to his ears, Junseo finally stopped walking and pulled Jiahao close by the waist.
“Do you want to keep being noisy, or do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Jiahao bit his lips hard, unable to contain the explosion of joy on his face.
“Boyfriend! I want that!”

Junseo’s smile softened as he looked at how adorable Jiahao was.
“Which one do you want?”

Jiahao wrapped his arms around Junseo’s arm tightly and shook his head.
“I’m not allowed to be noisy.”

The implicit answer was more than enough.

In that moment of shared happiness, for the very first time Junseo realized that not everything that starts badly ends badly. For someone whose life had always been monotone, Jiahao’s presence had initially been a disaster—one that turned his world completely upside down. He pushed him out of his routine, disrupted his rhythm… yet none of it felt unpleasant.

“Oh, and it might be a little late, but from now on, please call me Arno,” Jiahao said suddenly.

Junseo furrowed his brows. “Arno? Why? Is that your nickname?”

But Jiahao shook his head, the smile on his face refusing to fade. He leaned in close to Junseo’s ear and whispered:

“Only my boyfriend can call me Arno.”

Junseo’s ears burned again. Hearing the confirmation that they were now lovers made him both embarrassed and overwhelmingly happy.

Lover, huh?

A wide smile pulled at his lips.

More like… my troublesome lover.