Cigarette | seho

2.

If someone asked Junmyeon whether work relationships were parasitic, Junmyeon would've asked them back, "To what degree? Because if it were deep, then that's a problem. If not, it's simply just sex." And that's how he would like to define his current setup. Not Junmyeon, though, Sehun would like to call it that.

"Junmyeon, we're both adults with full control over our emotions, bodies, and desires," the younger seductively whispers into Junmyeon's red ears. They're just coming from a meeting about upcoming pieces for the magazine, and Sehun just coincidentally slipped in an idea hinting at an article about workplace relationships.

"I know that. I also know that you specifically requested that lucrative article to get your invalid point across to me," Junmyeon refutes in a low voice so others don't hear them. Their proximity isn't suspicious because everyone knows they've been close since Sehun's first day, but they only see it in terms of friends.

"Yes, but the response was still good. It's a taboo topic that needs to be talked about," Sehun huffed with a small pout. Junmyeon wasn't wavered in the slightest which just irked Sehun further.

"It doesn't need to be talked about," Junmyeon said shortly, finality laced in his defined voice. As he walked towards his desk with hostility, Sehun roughly caught his arm before he could sit down and harshly whispered in his ear.

"So what, I'm supposed ask for your permission to talk about it like I'm asking to suck your dick? I'm not some toy you can walk all over, Junmyeon. I'm still Oh Sehun before you bend me over. I don't give two fucks if people find out your dick is in my ass 24/7, but I care whether you're hiding it for the right reasons."

And with that, Junmyeon was left pondering what they've been since that spring night a year ago while looking into Sehun's wine locks across from him.

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What is the definition of restaurant etiquette? Was it not chewing with your mouth open? Pulling out your guest's chair? Not ordering for others? Please and thank you? Either way, Junmyeon certainly thought looking so fine and distracting was against any kind of etiquette. He just knew Yixing was going to jail for this.

"This place has such good food. It's a blessing that both of our schedules were cleared today, right?" Yixing happily commented as they walked into the lively Kenyan restaurant. Junmyeon just nodded and lightly agreed, too busy taking in the younger's breathtaking appearance.

When they were finally seated, Yixing immediately moans as he looks at the dishes offered. The holy sound replays in Junmyeon's mind as he looking through his own menu, covering it with his face to hide his flushed cheeks, until Yixing finally speaks to him.

"So how've things been going with you. I feel like we've been too busy running around these past weeks to just slow down, y'know," the younger says with ease but little hints of concern. He can always make Junmyeon softly smile at how caring and attentive he was. Perfect boyfriend material if someone asked Junmyeon.

"Well the magazine's been doing well, just writing like normal. Other than that, nothing special to report," Junmyeon shrugged before carefully adding, "Well, unless you count Minseok's affairs." Yixing cocked an interested eyebrow at that, urging for Junmyeon to elaborate. Junmyeon thought cautiously about what he was doing, and whether it was a wise idea or not, but then his mind said fuck it. "Um, essentially, he has this friends with benefits thing going on," Junmyeon vaguely explained and anticipated the younger's response.

Yixing's eyebrows seemed to rise even higher if that were possible. Junmyeon knew that he was surprised, but he needed more. "I mean, I was kinda surprised at first, but I let it go and figured it's Minseok's life," Junmyeon says as an afterthought and hopes Yixing will pitch in his two cents.