3 Paths to Love

Chapter 14

Taeyong walked out of the bathroom, yawning as he untied his silk robe. The glittering skyline of Seoul dotted the room in a blue hue. Daehyun stood in front of the window peering out, a hand in his pocket while he held his phone up with the other, speaking in English.

"Did you find them? Good. Just leave it on my desk and I'll look over it tomorrow morning."

Grinning, Taeyong sauntered over and wrapped his arms around his middle, standing on his toes, propping his chin on his shoulder.

Daehyun smiled warmly at him through their reflection in the window. "While you're in the office, make sure the files are ready for tomorrow's meeting."

Taeyong frowned. "Did you send him to the office? At this time?" he whispered, pouting up at him. Secretary Byungsoo/Brian was a hard worker, but there was a limit on how much a person could handle.

"He was already there," Daehyun whispered.

Squinting, Taeyong stepped around and leaned up towards the phone, speaking English. "Brian, you have to tell me if he's overworking you," he called out, grinning at Daehyun's tight-lipped expression. "I'll scold him for you."

"Ah! Mr. Park."

"Since when am I Mr. Park?" Taeyong asked, giggling as Brian chuckled.

"Sorry. Taeyong," he emphasized. "I'm okay, really. Marcus is a great boss. And he didn't pick up any Korean habits of overworking his employees, I assure you," he laughed.

"Look at him singing your praises," Taeyong whispered teasingly at Daehyun. Hearing Daehyun's English name- Marcus always sounded funny. Probably because even Brian called him President Kim most of the time.

The smirk on Daehyun's face made Taeyong giggle. "Well, when you're done, go home and sleep Brian. You can send me Daehyun's schedule tomorrow," he said and pecked Daehyun's cheek before slipping past him, ignoring his raised eyebrow.

Taeyong sunk into the mattress with a heavy sigh. Today had been yet another busy day. He closed his eyes and ignored the aches pulsing through his body as he stretched his limbs, sighing at the satisfying pops.

The bed dipped beside him and Taeyong held back a grin at Daehyun's expression. "Does Brian always send you my schedule?"

"Of course," Taeyong said, back in Korean. "And updates," he added and turned off his lamp. Taeyong laid down and flinched, rubbing his lower back.

Daehyun shifted closer and placed his hand on the spot, taking over rubbing it for him. "Should I be concerned that you're spying on me?" He asked, teasingly.

Taeyong shook his head, shifting when Daehyun applied pressure. "Nope. You know me, I just like to be in the know," he said and groaned, the ache radiating to his sides.

Frowning, Daehyun held Taeyong to his chest, kneading his knuckles up his back. "I can book you a massage tomorrow," he whispered.

"Only if you join me," he whispered into a yawn. "I'll tell Brian to cancel your three pm."

Daehyun tsked with a fond smile and kissed his temple. "Deal."

Smiling, Taeyong leaned up to kiss his chin. "Goodnight," he said, getting an inaudible mumble in return. Shifting around, Taeyong curled up with his back against Daehyun's chest putting a close to their normal routine.

But today was not normal.

He didn't have problems sleeping. His days were packed and always tired him out. And he was tired. His body needed a deep, undisturbed sleep for tomorrow. But somehow his eyes were still open.