New job, New boss.
Yeosang's taste in men isn't always wholesome - But the handsome man he meets makes him rethink, And the boundary between the boss and his secretary slowly leads to something more.
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Came in with a bottle, I was trippin' And I took a couple shots, it got me dizzy It got me burning up, burning up
— Don toliver - After party
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'Kang, Where are you?'
'You left work early. Is there a mishap?'
'I need you to be here... As every secretary should.'
'Yeosang, You are worrying me!'
'Has something bothered you?'
'Answer me!"
'Why did you leave so suddenly?'
'I can't run the errands by myself!"
'Wherever you are, Get yourself here right now!'
...
Yeosang's infatuation with fall, Started back in the early two hundreds when his ball dropped down the steepest hills, Coming to a halt and landing somewhere in between the ancient trees of the leafless forest.
He loved everything about it - From how the face of the world suddenly turns into a kingdom of the leaf-falls, Freezing breeze matching with the elegant facade of nature - Orange and brown blending into one another gently like real magic.
However, Scurrying down the empty alleys wasn't exactly as pleasing - And having his throat burning, Dry with no saliva and stomach grumbling for his daily morning sandwiches was something he detested. The scarf around his neck kept loosing, - And with every motion of his hand, Trying to keep the knitted cloth wrapped in place as he let out quick short breaths in between coughs.
Due to his phone being on airplane mode not to be bothered any longer, Only did he take sight of Seonghwa's worried messages really late after they were delivered, And In his mind - The older definitely had every reason to be mad. Not did he just fall asleep in the coldness of the weather, But his heart could combust from his chest any second by the anxious feeling of paranoia building up through the run.
The velocity of his feet was unbelievable, Shaky legs making their way onto the usual crowded stairs as he begged god for mercy with each step. The hardness of the door handle was nothing compared to his fingers, And while hey wrapped around It - The gray iron swung forward as he was met with extreme, Very angry eyes that could knock him off dead right in his spot.
Seonghwa's strong eyes were looking at him with a gaze of disappointment, Hatred - And criticism. His hair was swept to one side of his face, Just like how Yeosang remembered, Neat and tidy, Hands folded underneath his chin characteristically. A single motion was enough for the blonde to go closer, And next thing he knew, He was right in front of the taller as his eyes were stuck on him like glue, A volcano of burning fires hidden within them.
