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Bang Chan pisses Minho off. So, so much. He may be his boss, but he can still dislike him. Everything about him makes him mad. How can someone be so cheery early in the morning? Why can’t he be more professional? They’re here to work. He’s like a hyper dog.
Sure, he may be slightly good-looking, but Minho would never admit that out loud.
“Good morning, Minho!” Chan greets as he walks towards his office. Minho sighs, ignoring him like every day. It’s 8 fucking a.m., I want to go back to sleep. He turns back to his desk, switching on the computer. There’s an email waiting for him with the work for the day.
As usual, the email ends in a motivational quote, one of Mr. Bang’s ways of “keeping it light”. Minho is about to scroll back up without reading it when he notices there are two quotes today. Huh, is he extra happy today?
Upon closer observation, it’s not a quote.
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To: Lee Minho
Subject: Work for xx/xx/xxxx
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Quote of the Day: “Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will.” - Suzy Kassem
Have a great day at work!
Regards,
Bang Chan.
P.S. I’m lost. Can you give me directions to your heart?
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What the fuck. He blinks, rubbing his eyes. The words don’t disappear. He chalks it up as a mistake and begins working. He finishes his work perfectly, as usual. He emails it to Chan, and clocks out on time.
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Minho stares at the screen.
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To: Lee Minho
Subject: Work for xx/xx/xxxx
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Quote of the Day: “You learn more from failure than from success. Don’t let it stop you. Failure builds character.” - Unknown
Have a wonderful day at work!
Regards,
Bang Chan.
P.S. Is there an airport nearby or is it my heart taking off?
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There is definitely no airport nearby, also what the fuck??? He understands once, but twice in a row?
As a professional employee, he does not do workplace friendships. He leans to the desk next to his, Seungmin if he remembers right.
“Hey, Mr. Kim, could I see your work email for today?” he asks. Seungmin blinks at him in surprise. They had never spoken before, just tolerated each other’s presence.
“Sure, here,” he nods, turning his screen towards Minho.
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To: Kim Seungmin
Subject: Work for xx/xx/xxxx
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Quote of the Day: “You learn more from failure than from success. Don’t let it stop you. Failure builds character.” - Unknown
Regards,
Bang Chan.
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Huh. No happy message at the end and no cheesy pick-up line? An email he’d love to receive instead.
“Thanks,” he responds to Seungmin and turns back to his own computer. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees him subtly lean back in his chair to try to see his screen. He quickly turns it away, but from the raised brow he notices Seungmin throw in his direction, he knows he’s caught.
Wait, caught? He hasn’t done anything wrong, it’s all Bang’s fault.
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That’s it, he’s going to HR.
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To: Lee Minho
Subject: Work for xx/xx/xxxx
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Quote of the Day: “The most important thing in life is to stop saying ‘I wish’ and start saying ‘I will’. Consider nothing impossible then treat possibilities as probabilities.” - Charles Dickens
Have a fantastic day at work!
Regards,
Bang Chan.
P.S. I was wondering if you had an extra heart? Mine was just stolen.
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Where is he getting these lines from? Pick-Up Lines for Noobs?
He makes eye contact with Chan through the glass of his office and immediately looks away. Why am I looking away? He should confront him.
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He can’t do this. Minho stares inside the bathroom. His boss is standing there, naked from the top.
“M-Minho, hi!” Chan stutters out, crossing his arms over his chest. As if that could hide anything. His muscles are huge. And that chest. How does he hide that under the office clothes?
Too late he realizes he’s been staring for the past two minutes. His eyes fall on a stained shirt on the sink that vaguely smells of coffee. Ah, clumsy Bang.
“Lock the door next time,” Minho blurts and slams the door shut.
As he scurries away, ears flushing red, he hears a muffled, “Try knocking next time!”
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So, he only has confidence in his emails, huh? He’s actually pretty shy in real life. It’s cute.
Wait, cute? What the fuck, Minho.
He sighs and sits back down on his chair.
“So, what’s got you all red?” Seungmin asks, leaning over.
Minho jumps. “What the hell, Kim?”
Seungmin just quietly waits for him to answer, chin resting on his hand casually.
“I’m not telling you, mind your own business,” Minho huffs and turns to his computer. He sees Seungmin roll his eyes and turn back to his own desk.
A few minutes later, a red-faced now-clothed Chan rushes into his office. The blinds are shut today.
Minho hears a small noise of amusement from next to him. He doesn’t need to turn to know Seungmin is giving him another “look”.
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Lord, save him.
The outfit Chan is wearing today is a tighter fit, and isn’t leaving anything to imagination as Chan pulls open the blinds. His muscles bulge and the shirt stretches over his chest.
“You’re drooling,” Seungmin snorts, reaching a hand up to close Minho’s mouth. Minho startles, sitting upright in his seat. He glares at Seungmin and goes back to focusing on his work.
It’s officially been almost an entire work week since Chan started using pick-up lines in his emails. He’s dreading the wrap-up email for the week.
Ding. It has arrived.
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To: Lee Minho
Subject: Weekly Report
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Perfect work as usual, no feedback to be implemented.
Tentative summary of work for the next week:
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Quote of the Week: “All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them.” - Walt Disney
Have a lovely weekend, see you on Monday!
Regards,
Bang Chan.
P.S. Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.
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Of course. Also, he does not know how to feel about being compared to a parking ticket of all things. Why is he even entertaining all of this? The old him would’ve gone to HR immediately. Actually, if it were anyone else, he would’ve gone.
Like Seungmin for example. There’s no way he would’ve tolerated this stuff from him. He turns and glares at Seungmin, pissed from just imagining it. Seungmin turns and raises a questioning brow at him. Minho huffs and turns back.
He glances up into the office to see Chan staring at him, again. This time he holds eye contact and tilts his head, as if daring him to back down first. He does. Good.
Then his mind proceeds to begin supplying him with unhelpful images of this moment in a different context. Chan on his knees before him, looking up for approval. Always searching for his approval. He would call him a good boy as he- Minho slams his head down on the table.
Just fifteen more minutes, then he can clock out. Just fifteen more-
“Team dinner, on me!” Chan comes charging out. Everyone cheers and begins packing up. Minho groans. He can’t skip, no one skips rare Friday team dinners. Especially ones with free food and drinks. Minho can never say no to free food and drinks.
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Minho’s eyes blink open slowly. He’s leaning on someone in a moving vehicle. He looks up and sees Chan.
Ah, this is a dream, okay. He closes his eyes and goes back to sleep. Or at least tries to.
“Minho, wake up.” Someone is poking his cheek.
“Five more minutes,” he mumbles, snuggling up further into the soft surface his head is resting on. The surface rumbles with laughter. Rumbles?
Minho shoots up and scrambles back, bumping his head on the car window. “Ow,” he groans, rubbing the back of his head.
Chan looks at him, amused. “I offered to take you home. You weren’t responding, so I kinda took you to my place instead,” he says, gesturing outside. The vehicle isn’t moving anymore.
“Oh, I know this area, shit, it’s really far from where I live,” Minho sighs.
“You can stay over at mine,” Chan replies, sticking his thumb out in the direction of the building.
Minho bites his lip. Chan’s eyes track the movement. On one hand, he really can’t travel so far so late at night. On the other, he’s still not fully sober and he doesn’t trust his drunk self around this Adonis of a man.
He really doesn’t have a choice, does he?
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Minho looks at the clean house. It’s surprisingly quite empty, as if Chan doesn’t spend too much time here, or didn’t bother decorating. The living room and kitchen are together, and there’s a small passageway leading to two doors opposite each other.
“Here’s the guest bedroom,” Chan says, gesturing to the bedroom on the left. “Knock if you need anything, I probably won’t be asleep.”
Minho nods and enters, closing the door behind him. Again, mostly empty. But that’s expected from a guest bedroom, not from the whole house. I wonder what Chan’s room looks like.
He settles down on the bed, lost in his thoughts. Chan is honestly a great person, fun to be around from what he’s seen so far. Just his work habits really bother him. But do they really bother him? Or is he just jealous of his freedom? A luxury he never got the chance to have.
After thinking for a long time, he realizes his clothes are sticking to his body, hot and sweaty. He should probably take a shower. He exits the room, hesitating before Chan’s door. He did say to knock. A brief memory of “try knocking next time” flashes through his head before he shakes it away.
He knocks. The door opens pretty quickly, and he’s blasted with the blinding view of shirtless Chan. Double déjà vu. He stares. Who wouldn’t? He probably showered too, because he can smell the faintest hint of bodywash on him.
When his eyes finally drag back up to meet Chan’s, he can see the smirk he’s battling to hide. “Can I help you?” he asks, amusement lacing through his words.
“Oh, uh, I’d like to take a shower,” he says, looking down and shuffling his feet. He’s probably a centimeter taller than Chan, but right now he feels smaller.
“The bathroom’s down the hallway, I’ll just get you a change of clothes and a fresh towel,” Chan replies and disappears inside.
Minho waits patiently outside the door, and decides to take a peek inside. It’s definitely the messiest part of the house. There are objects scattered everywhere, ranging from random clothes to bags and papers. There’s also some recording equipment in one corner. Huh. Does Mr. Bang have a side job?
Chan returns with the clothes and towel. “Well, I’ll leave you to it,” he says. He observes Minho for a second, before tilting his head and adding, “Unless you’d like me to join you?”
Minho flushes deep red. “No, thank you,” he manages before turning and bolting. He can hear Chan chuckling as he shuts the door.
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And, he’s hard. He’s so horny, but he can’t help it. All the events of the day finally caught up to him, and now he can’t stop picturing Chan under him, Chan above him, Chan inside him-
Minho shudders as he slips a finger inside, pumping it in and out. He can’t believe he’s doing this on the floor of the shower of his boss, thinking about said boss.
He covers his mouth with his free hand as he slips a second finger inside, muffling his noises. Chan’s room isn’t too far, he would hear him if he isn’t careful.
He can’t stop picturing Chan’s weight holding him down, pinning him to the bed, pushing inside him-
Minho slips two of his fingers inside his mouth, his other hand working faster into himself. If it weren’t for those stupid pick-up lines, none of this would be happening. He’d be living a normal office life, blissfully unaware of his boss’s true nature and body. He wouldn’t be thinking of him in this way.
He bites down hard on his fingers as he forces a third finger inside. He throws his head back, moaning through the intrusion in his mouth. He’s probably being loud, but he’s too far gone to be worried about Chan hearing.
Chan, Chan, riding him, sucking him off, riding his annoyingly handsome face-
Minho comes hard with a way too loud groan. He slips his fingers out of his mouth and from below. He quickly wraps up his shower and gets ready. Ah, the clothes smell like him. Before fully exiting the bathroom, he peeks out to make sure Chan isn’t magically somehow there.
The coast is clear. He runs to the room and collapses against the door. He can’t believe he did that, and there’s no way Chan didn’t hear.
Minho is really thirsty, but he definitely cannot go ask for a glass of water now. No way he can face Chan ever again. He goes to the bed and lays down, pulling the blanket over him.
He tries to sleep, he really tries, but his throat is parched. It’s dry and scratchy and uncomfortable. He grits his teeth and gets up, storming out the door and banging on Chan’s, bracing himself for the view.
Chan opens it slower this time. Minho is blinded again. He pointedly avoids looking anywhere below Chan’s neck. Chan blinks at Minho in surprise. If he looks closely, he swears there’s a bit of a blush on his cheeks, but that’s probably the light. Or maybe he really did hear and he’s embarrassed. He watches as Chan's eyes take in the clothes, darkening slightly.
“A glass of water,” he blurts out before Chan can ask. He nods and walks to the kitchen, taking a glass out of the cabinet and filling it with water.
“Anything else?” Chan asks. Minho shakes his head and Chan retreats back into his room.
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Maybe he’s doing this on purpose, maybe he isn’t. Minho knocks on Chan’s door for the fifth time that night. Chan opens it, exasperated. “Now what?” he asks, clearly exhausted. Minho feels bad, but just a little, only a bit. This is his payback.
Maybe he’s just enjoying the view he gets every time Chan opens the door. Or enjoys watching Chan suffer. Or maybe he just wants to spend more time with him. Who knows?
As usual, he’s fantasizing as he thinks of another excuse or lame task, but unfortunately his mouth and brain do not cooperate this time.
“A kiss,” he blurts out before his brain catches up.
Chan turns to walk out. “Sure- wait, what?” he stops abruptly. Minho just stares, still unable to process what he actually said.
“Nevermind, sorry, I-” he’s cut off with the press of lips against his own. Chan is kissing him.
Of course his traitorous body reacts immediately and kisses him back. Minho’s hands move up to wrap around Chan’s neck. Chan’s hands grip his waist tightly, pulling him closer.
They're still in the narrow space between the doors. It’s then he realizes that Chan’s very bare chest is pressing against him. He moans into Chan's mouth.
Chan huffs a laugh against his mouth and presses deeper, one hand reaching up to grip his jaw, tilting it the way he wants. The other snakes around his waist completely.
Then Chan bites down on his lip, hard, and Minho gasps in response, opening his mouth. Chan's tongue slips inside.
He staggers back, balance lost, dragging Chan with him. His back slams against the closed door of the guest bedroom, Chan's arm taking most of the impact.
Then it hits him. Chan is his boss. He can't be doing this. It's wrong. It completely goes against all workplace ethics. He's pretty sure this is rule number one. Don't have a relationship with your boss.
Minho pulls back, panting, placing both hands on Chan's still very naked chest to push him away, despite every cell in his body resisting. Chan looks at him curiously. “We- We can't,” he stutters out, looking down, not able to meet his eyes. He turns around, opening the door, then rushes in and slams it shut.
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Minho did not get much sleep that night. Can I escape without running into him?
What if I just quit and never come back?
He thinks, and thinks, and thinks. Then, he finds a solution.
He'll take sick leave for two days. That should be enough time to recover from this incident. Plus, he's been a perfect employee, not missing a single day, he'll definitely get permission. And he misses Jisung, he hasn't gotten much time to hang out with him since he got this job.
It's currently 7 a.m., he prays Chan is a late riser and peeks his head outside. His clothes from the previous day are bundled in his hands. No sign of him. He runs to the main door and leaves Chan's house, not looking back.
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Minho finishes typing the sick leave email and sends it, leaning back on the bed. He rings up Jisung.
“Hello,” Minho greets as Jisung picks up after the third ring.
“Hyung, I miss you,” Jisung whines.
“I miss you too, Sungie. I've taken sick leave, do you want to hang out?” he asks.
“Oh wow hyung, becoming rebellious huh?” Jisung laughs.
“Shut up.” Minho rolls his eyes.
“Though, did something happen?” Jisung asks, concerned. Shit, he knows him too well.
He ponders it. He has complained about his boss to Jisung before. A lot.
“What if I somehow ended up making out with my boss?” Minho blurts out.
There's silence on the other end. Then- “MINHO WHAT THE FUCK, WHY DIDN'T YOU START WITH THAT?”
Ow. He pulls the phone away from his ear and switches to speaker instead, covering his face with his hands and groaning into them.
“How did that happen? The same annoying but hot boss you keep complaining about?” Jisung blasts question after question.
So Minho explains everything.
“Shit, hyung, you're living in an actual novel, I swear,” Jisung laughs.
Minho ignores him. “So, about that hangout?”
He hears Jisung sigh. “I'd really love to, you know I would, but remember that producers group I'm part of? We're having a comeback soon so we're getting super busy preparing for that.”
“Oh,” Minho pouts.
“Wait, actually, this is a perfect opportunity to introduce you to the guys. I know one of them is exactly your type,” Jisung says.
“Jisung, are you trying to set me up?” Minho deadpans.
“No, I'm just saying,” Jisung replies.
“Sure. But yeah I'd love to meet them. They brought the spark back into you with music, I'm sure they're amazing people.”
“Great, we're supposed to meet at our favourite cafe today at noon, join us, it'll be a nice surprise for them.” Jisung replies.
It's 10 a.m. currently. He has time.
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Why the fuck is he staring at his boss, the same one he abandoned this morning?
Jisung is late, as usual, so he's waiting outside, when a familiar face catches his eye. It's Chan, sitting with a muscular guy.
Why this cafe of all places? He quickly ducks into a corner alley next to the cafe.
Please come fast, Jisung.
Jisung takes his own sweet time unfortunately, and shows up a whole 15 minutes late.
“Hyung, what are you doing there?” he asks, peeking into the alley.
“My boss is in the cafe,” Minho replies simply.
“Oh,” Jisung laughs. “Come on, scaredy-cat. You don't have to talk to him if you don't want to, just ignore him.”
Jisung drags a struggling Minho into the cafe. Very unfortunately, they seem to be approaching the table that Chan is sitting at.
Minho ducks behind Jisung, eyes wide. No way. They stop in front of the table. He remains behind Jisung, unseen.
“Hey guys! This is- huh?” Jisung turns around and tries to pull a stiff Minho out from behind him. “Minho, what the fuck, get out from behind me and say hi.”
Very reluctantly, he peeks out from behind Jisung. He can see when Chan realizes, because his eyes widen comically.
“This is my best friend Minho. He's not usually this shy,” Jisung says, gesturing to him.
“Nice to meet you bro, I'm Changbin,” the muscular one says. Minho nods back at him in acknowledgement. Then he turns to look at Chan.
Chan just stares. He stares back. Minho's eyes flick to meet Jisung's, just for a second, but it's enough.
“No way,” Jisung's eyes widen. “Chris, are you the annoying but extremely hot Mr. Bang that Minho keeps telling me about?”
“What the fuck, Jisung,” Minho hisses, slapping a hand over his mouth. Chan laughs as Jisung pushes his hand off.
“I see you talk about me a lot,” he teases. But there's something else. A hint of hurt, maybe?
Minho rolls his eyes and moves to sit next to Changbin, but Jisung claims that seat first. He glares at him as he takes a seat next to Chan. Jisung just sticks his tongue out at him. Changbin just looks at all of them, clearly very amused and entertained.
Well, this is better than sitting opposite him, he wouldn't be able to handle the staring.
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Nope, nevermind this is way worse. The whole side of Chan's body is pressed against his. It's a tight squeeze, as it's a small cafe with small tables, and Chan has very broad shoulders.
Minho shifts. Chan notices. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asks, genuinely concerned.
“No, no, it's just a tight fit,” Minho responds, feeling bad. This isn't his fault, it's just the universe. He shouldn't take it out on him.
Chan smiles and turns back to the conversation. So this is his side job. Minho watches as Chan takes out his phone and immediately stiffens.
He turns to face him. “Minho, what is this?” He turns the phone towards his face. Minho's eyes focus on the email he had sent this morning.
“Oh, that was to avoid you, can’t really say I was successful,” Minho admits. “Ignore it, I’ll come in for work on Monday.”
Chan gives him a funny look and turns back. After a beat of silence, he says quietly, “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night, I must’ve still been a bit drunk.”
“Sorry for leaving in the morning without saying anything, I guess we’re even now,” Minho laughs softly. Chan smiles. It’s bright.
The moment is ruined by a strong kick under the table. Minho turns to glare at Jisung. He just gestures to Chan, mouthing, “do something”. Minho ignores him.
Jisung then proceeds to hog all of Changbin’s attention, excluding Chan on purpose. This little bitch. Of course Chan then turns to him to initiate some small talk.
It’s actually a decent conversation, all the awkwardness disappearing after a few sentences. They fall into a sort of flow, not realizing when Jisung and Changbin would stop talking to stare at them, exchanging knowing glances and little giggles.
Minho went home with a smile on his face. He enjoys the rest of his day chilling, and he spends Sunday with only Jisung.
Realization only hits Minho as he’s on his way to work on Monday. Chan is his boss. He repeats it like a mantra in his head, pushing away all the warm feelings from yesterday, and mentally preparing himself to see Chan again.
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Minho stares at his computer. He had completely forgotten about the pick-up lines. And he forgot to bring it up in conversation on Saturday.
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To: Lee Minho
Subject: Work for xx/xx/xxxx
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Quote of the Day: “It’s not whether you get knocked down, it’s whether you get back up.” - Vince Lombardi
Have a marvelous day at work!
Regards,
Bang Chan.
P.S. Can I follow you home? ‘Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams.
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At this point he can’t deny he feels something for this idiot. He goes about his work for the day, pondering and thinking. The blinds are open, but Chan is focused on his own work today.
What if he flirts back? Just once?
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To: Bang Chan
Subject: Re: Work for xx/xx/xxxx
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[3 attachments]
Regards,
Lee Minho.
P.S. I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art.
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Minho would never admit it out loud, but he sucks at pick-up lines. He had to search it up. He sends the mail and looks into Chan’s office, waiting for his reaction.
After a few minutes, he sees Chan visibly jerk back and flush red. Bingo. His eyes lift to meet Minho’s. Minho just smirks back, feline and dangerous, tilting his head. Chan drops eye contact first.
Now, to just wait for Mr. Bang to step out of his office in order to execute the final phase of his plan. For the first time as an employee of this company, Minho waits overtime, right outside the office building. Is it really overtime if he’s not doing any work? And outside the actual office? Well, he still counts it as an experience. He has no idea what time Chan leaves the office, but Seungmin did give him a weird look on his way out. Judgy Mr. Kim.
Chan finally comes out at 6 p.m., but doesn’t notice him, seemingly distracted. “Mr. Bang, where do you think you’re going?” Minho calls out.
Chan jumps and turns around so fast that Minho is surprised he isn’t dizzy. “What are you still doing here?” Chan asks, eyes wide.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to follow me home?” Minho asks, raising his hand and jiggling the car keys hanging from his finger.
Chan gapes at him, speechless. His mouth opens and closes a few times, eyes darting from his face to the keys and back again. He slowly turns red. Cute. Minho doesn’t stop or deny the thought this time.
“Well, are you coming or not?” Minho raises a brow at him. He watches as Chan flounders a bit more before slumping his shoulders and nodding shyly.
They get into Minho’s car. “So you dream about me, huh?” Minho teases, starting the car.
Chan squeaks and raises his hands in defense. “That’s not what I- I mean-” he stutters.
Minho reaches out and pokes his cheek. “Cute,” he mumbles, then turns back in front to begin driving, Chan bright red next to him.
Hyper dog, huh? Chan seemed to be vibrating with excitement and anticipation. If he had a tail, he swears it would be wagging.
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Forget the dog, he’s a wolf. Minho watches as Chan corners him against his door with a predatory look in his eyes.
Cute, he thinks he’s in charge. Minho can’t wait to take over.
Chan grabs his chin, watching his expression carefully. “Are you sure, Minho?” he asks.
Just kiss me already. For a second, Minho debates the moral dilemma. Then-
“Fuck it.” Minho smashes their lips together.
Chan melts immediately. “Finally,” he groans between kisses. Minho huffs out a laugh, and presses him against the wall. He wants to climb this man like a tree.
“Don’t you dare avoid me after this,” Chan says as Minho attacks his neck.
Minho lifts his head up to stare Chan in the eye. “I’ll think about it,” he says, and promptly bites down hard on the skin where his neck meets his shoulder. Chan groans loudly.
“Min, Min, wait,” he pants. Minho hums, licking over the bite marks he left all over his neck.
“What is it, hyung?” Minho bats his eyelashes at him, a picture of innocence. Chan groans again. “You like it when I call you hyung?” he teases. Chan nods aggressively. Cute.
Minho taps his shirt. “Off,” he commands. Chan obeys. “Good boy.” Chan shudders. He’ll have to file that for later. Minho moves down to bite at his chest. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” he says as Chan yelps.
Minho moves down further, kneeling in front of Chan. He looks up at him as he slowly unzips his jeans and pulls them down. He grips Chan’s thighs and latches his teeth onto his waistband, dragging his underwear down. Chan looks down at him, hands twitching by his sides.
His hard cock pops out, and Minho smirks. Chan quickly kicks his pants and underwear off, leaving him completely naked. Minho gives a small lick to the head and Chan’s hips jerk. “Nuh uh,” Minho tuts and moves one hand to hold his hips firmly against the wall. His other hand moves towards the base of his length as he guides it towards his open mouth.
Minho gives a small lick, circling the tip with his tongue slowly. “Stop teasing, please,” Chan begs above him. He just smirks in response and dives in, swallowing him whole in one go. Chan hunches over and moans loudly, hands flying into his hair. He feels Chan’s hips twitch against his hold, threatening to buck into him. Minho pushes harder on Chan’s abdomen, making sure he can’t move. He swallows around his cock, flattening his tongue, then begins to move.
“Minho, fuck-” Chan curses, gripping his hair tightly. He hums around him and Chan shudders, yanking Minho off and pulling him up to smash their lips back together. “The first time I cum should be inside you,” he growls, licking over Minho’s lower lip. Minho nips back.
“What are you waiting for then?” Minho drawls, pulling back to blink prettily at him. Chan laughs then hooks his hands under Minho’s thighs, lifting him up effortlessly. Minho gasps and grabs onto Chan’s neck, wrapping his legs around his torso.
“Give a guy a warning next time,” Minho grumbles against his neck as Chan carries him to the bedroom.
“Not that door, the one on the left,” Minho laughs as Chan accidentally opens the door to the bathroom.
“You ruined my moment, maybe I wanted to take you to the bathroom,” Chan whines.
Minho lifts his head to look up at him. “Really?” he deadpans. Chan flushes red and hurries to open the door, supporting Minho’s weight with one arm. That’s so hot. He unashamedly runs his hands down Chan’s arms, marvelling at his biceps. Chan huffs out a laugh and gently places him down on the bed.
“Be more rough with me,” Minho pouts.
“Oh,” Chan gapes at him. Minho sighs and reaches up, pulling Chan down on top of him, then flips them around. He seats himself on Chan’s exposed crotch and grinds down on him, hard.
“Ah-” Chan groans, throwing his head back. His hands move to grip Minho’s waist tightly. “This is unfair,” he complains, pawing at Minho’s clothes.
Minho chuckles and pulls his shirt off, then circles his hips slowly on top. Chan grunts and surges up, pushing Minho down. Minho looks up at him, surprised, but before he can react or take control of the situation again, his pants are being yanked off, followed by his underwear.
Chan leans over him, staring at his body. Minho uses this time to properly check out Chan, appreciating his built body and muscles. Then, without warning, Chan’s fingers are against his lips, requesting entry. Minho obliges, who is he to disagree? He makes sure to maintain eye contact with Chan as he takes his two digits into his mouth, sucking hard. He twirls his tongue around them, and they separate, giving him the opportunity to shove his tongue between them and lap at the gap between his fingers. They poke at his cheeks, exploring his mouth. Chan’s breathing gets ragged above him. He slowly pulls his fingers out, shining and dripping with spit.
Minho watches Chan’s eyes go unfocused, bringing the fingers up to his own mouth as if about to lick them, before snapping out of it and dipping them down towards Minho’s hole. He circles them around his rim, and Minho squirms in anticipation.
He sighs as Chan finally pokes one finger in, followed by another, surprised at the ease. “Oh? Did you prep yourself beforehand?” Chan teases.
Minho blushes, looking away. “Yeah, so please put it in quickly,” he replies. Chan groans, extracting his fingers. Minho whines at the loss.
Chan taps around his body a few times before realizing he isn’t wearing any clothes. “Wait here,” he says, rushing out. Minho leans over to the bedside drawer and pulls out the lube, placing it on the bed. He then leans back against the headboard, crossing his arms.
Chan returns with a condom packet in his hand. “We need- oh.” Minho grins at him, tilting his head. Chan’s eyes darken, and he stalks towards the bed.
Minho opens his arms. “Are you going to fuck me or no?” His legs are then abruptly yanked down, and he yelps in surprise as his head hits the pillow. Chan grips his legs in one hand and lifts the condom packet to his mouth in his other, ripping it open with his teeth. Minho gulps.
Chan slides the condom on, then grabs the lube bottle. He lets go of Minho’s legs to drizzle the lube all over his fingers, then proceeds to shove them inside Minho. He moans, clutching the bedsheets tightly. One, two, three fingers-
He gasps, reaching for Chan. “Just- Just put it in already-” He watches with lidded eyes as Chan removes his fingers and rubs the residue over the condom. He then leans over Minho, one hand resting next to him and the other gripping his cock, positioning himself in front of Minho’s entrance.
“Ready?” Chan asks.
“Gosh, if you don’t put your dick in me within the next second- mmngh-” Minho is cut off as Chan pushes in slowly. His hands fly up to grip Chan’s shoulder, raking his hands down his back. That’s probably going to leave marks, but he couldn’t care less right now.
“Shit-” Chan curses as he bottoms out, squeezing his eyes shut and falling down onto Minho’s shoulder.
“You know, hah, we have work tomorrow,” Minho pants out, still clutching Chan’s back tightly.
“Yeah?” Chan looks up at him fondly, breathing heavy. “We’re going to have to be quick then,” he says, then suddenly pulls out only to slam back in hard. Minho’s back arches and he lets out a strangled cry.
Chan sets a brutal pace, punching moan after moan out of Minho. Chan himself isn’t faring any better, hips stuttering, already close to losing it. Then he lifts himself up and thrusts in a different angle, hitting Minho in just the right place. He comes with a loud noise, clenching down tight, causing Chan to come right after. He collapses back onto Minho, who grunts under his weight.
They lay there panting until Minho is suffocating under the heat and pushes Chan off. “We need to wash up, we’re all sweaty and dirty,” he groans when Chan protests. He pulls out with a hiss, yanking the condom off, then snuggles back into Minho.
“Let’s stay like this for a bit, yeah?” Chan begs, pouting at Minho. He can’t say no to those puppy eyes.
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“We’re so late for work,” Minho cries, throwing open his car door. Chan just laughs.
“I’m literally the boss, Minho, we’re fine,” he reassures him. Minho just glares back at him and slams the car door shut. Chan moves to the other side to take the passenger seat.
They arrive at the company fifteen minutes late. Minho walks in first and takes his seat, wincing a little as he sits down. Chan walks in a few minutes later, greeting them and moving to his office.
Seungmin clears his throat next to him. Minho turns to him, expecting some teasing about being late for the first time, but instead he sees Seungmin giving him a disbelieving expression.
“What?” he snaps.
Seungmin gestures to him, raising his brow, then gestures to Chan. “Same clothes as yesterday,” he says, as if that explains everything. Minho flushes red before he can control it. Seungmin laughs. “You know, there’s nothing in this company against boss-employee relationships, right? Plus we’re a really small company anyways, who cares?”
“Who said anything about that?” Minho splutters, glaring at Seungmin one last time before turning to his computer to check the work for today. He hears him sigh.
Minho opens up the mail app.
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To: Lee Minho
Subject: Work for xx/xx/xxxx
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Quote of the Day: “Today’s accomplishments were yesterday’s impossibilities.” - Robert H. Schuller
See you after work. ;) (non-negotiable)
Regards,
Bang Chan.
P.S. Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?
P.P.S. If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?
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Minho stares at his screen, cheeks burning. That was him asking me out, right? He immediately looks towards the office to see an equally red-faced Chan looking at him. Ah, he’s so cute. He bites his lip and nods, almost imperceptible. Chan’s entire face lights up with a smile, a phantom tail wagging behind him. Minho giggles.
Seungmin clears his throat to speak again. “Shut up, not a word,” he snaps, covering his face with his hands. He definitely won’t be invited to their wedding.