Jihoon carefully continued arranging the scattered papers on the desk, his mind still reeling from the earlier tension. He tried to focus, telling himself that he needed to shake off the uncomfortable feeling that clung to him after the kiss. But Minjae wasn't letting him off the hook that easily.
Minjae leaned back in his chair, his feet casually propped up on the desk as he scrolled through his phone, seemingly content. A few moments passed in silence before Minjae broke it with a low hum.
"You know" Minjae said, his voice playful, "I'm really craving some coffee. You think you can make me a cup, Jihoon?"
Jihoon looked up from his work, eyes widening in disbelief. "Excuse me?" he asked, incredulous. "You want me to make your coffee? Aren't you the boss here?"
Minjae grinned, clearly enjoying the chaos he was stirring. "Yes, I am," he said smoothly. "And that's why you're going to make it for me. Besides, I could use a break from work. You can handle it, can't you?"
Without giving Jihoon a chance to respond, Minjae leaned back further in his chair, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Jihoon, already running thin on patience, let out an exasperated breath. "Just get it yourself!" The words slipped out louder than he intended, and as soon as they did, Jihoon's eyes went wide in shock.
He froze, realizing his mistake. "I—sorry! I didn't mean to—" He quickly bowed his head, frantic to correct himself. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll go get it right away!"
Minjae just chuckled, not at all bothered by the outburst. "It's fine," he said, amusement clear in his voice. "Just don't make it a habit."
Jihoon muttered a quick apology, his face flushed with embarrassment. He turned and hurried toward the door, hoping that Minjae wouldn't tease him any further.
As Jihoon stepped out of the office, he was greeted by the busy hustle of the office. People were typing away at their computers, chatting in low voices, and going about their work with an air of professionalism. Jihoon, however, couldn't shake the feeling that he was still being watched.
As he made his way to the break room to prepare the coffee, Jihoon's eyes swept across the office, distracted. He caught sight of someone unfamiliar—a man with striking pink hair. His hair was styled in a messy yet fashionable way, and his outfit was equally eye-catching, with a tight-fitting black shirt that left little to the imagination, paired with sleek jeans and a light jacket that added a touch of rebellion to his appearance.
Jihoon paused for a moment, studying the man as he walked down the hallway. There was an undeniable confidence in the way he moved, the kind that demanded attention. As the man entered Minjae's office, Jihoon couldn't help but watch, his curiosity piqued.
But then, just as quickly, the office door clicked shut behind the man, and Jihoon blinked, realizing that the door had locked. A strange sense of unease settled in Jihoon's chest, the image of the mysterious man still lingering in his mind.
He quickly shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand. It was just a new employee, right? Nothing to be concerned about. Still, Jihoon couldn't help but feel like there was something more to it.
His hands shook slightly as he prepared the coffee, his thoughts swirling with questions. Why had the man gone straight into Minjae's office? What was going on behind that closed door?
Jihoon pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on pouring the coffee. He had no time to dwell on it now. He was already late for his first day and needed to focus on making sure he didn't make any more mistakes in front of Minjae.
But as he finished preparing the coffee and walked back toward Minjae's office.
Jihoon carefully carried the hot coffee oni a mug and carried it into Minjae's office.With a smile, he tapped on the door before pushing it open just a crack.
"Here's your coffee, Minjae"he called out, ready to set it down and leave so the two of them could continue their morning.
But as he peered into the dimly lit room, his eyes widened in shock at the scene before him. The pink-haired guy was perched on the edge of his desk, his strong legs wrapped around Minjae. Their mouths fused together as Minjae hump againts his swollen hole aggressively, making the desk about to break.
"Oppa~!!Oppa~!!!!Fill me with your cum!~" he pink-haired guy gasping and moaning loudly.
Jihoon felt his face flush, heat rising in his chest as he quickly closed the door, his mind reeling from the unexpected sights.
He didn't want to stick around and eavesdrop. The strange interaction made him feel like an outsider, his mind buzzing with questions he didn't have answers to. He needed to clear his head, and quickly.
Without saying another word, Jihoon turned on his heel and walked out of the office, heading toward the stairwell. The office, usually buzzing with energy, suddenly felt suffocating. He made his way to the rooftop, breathing in the cool air as the wind ruffled his hair.
As he sat down on a bench, Jihoon closed his eyes, attempting to push the strange thoughts from his mind. But his thoughts kept returning to what he had seen—Minjae, his stepbrother, with the pink-haired guy in his office. The intensity of the moment hadn't escaped him.The way they had looked at each other. Jihoon couldn't help but imagine what could have happened behind that door.
It disturbed him. But at the same time, there was a nagging curiosity that lingered—he hadn't known Minjae was gay. Had Minjae been hiding it all this time? Was that why he'd been so… strange around Jihoon ever since he came back into his life?
The unsettling thought swirled in his mind, filling him with confusion. Minjae, always so confident, so sharp, so composed. Was that just a façade? Was he hiding something more than just his sexuality?
And what about the pink-haired guy? The way he had carried himself—his confident stride, the way he seemed to know exactly where he was going. Jihoon clenched his fists, frustrated with his own swirling thoughts. What did it matter? Why should he care who Minjae was with, or who he slept with?
But deep down, Jihoon couldn't help but feel something gnawing at him, something uncomfortable. He had never thought about Minjae like that before—he had always seen him as a brother, even if their relationship was unconventional. But now, the lines seemed blurred.
He ran his hands through his hair, exhaling a long, shaky breath. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Jihoon muttered to himself. He didn't know what to make of all this—his feelings, the dream, the confusion swirling inside him. It felt like his world was shifting beneath his feet.
Suddenly, Jihoon's phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking his thoughts. He took it out, glancing at the screen. It was a message from Minjae.
"I know you saw us. Come back to me, Jihoon. Come back and I'll explain."
The message hit him harder than he expected. Minjae's words were direct, but they weren't angry. They were... knowing.
Jihoon stood up from the bench, the cool wind still tousling his hair. He didn't know what he was supposed to do anymore. What he felt, what he wanted, it was all tangled up. Minjae had always been a mystery to him, but now, he felt like there were so many layers he hadn't even begun to peel back.
The thought of going back to the office sent a jolt of unease through him, but he knew he had no choice. He had to face whatever was happening between them—whether he understood it or not.