The gloves were his only protection. He never took them off. The only expectation was when he was alone. The black fabric was the reason he could mingle with other people. Yet still, he preferred to stay as far as possible. Allergy. The excuse he had for anyone asking. And they believed. Mother told him he was gifted, yet, it was a curse for him. The unique ability he was born with never did him any good. Hearing people thoughts by touching them was a nightmare.
"Mr Taweesilp." The secretary called his name.
"Your turn for an interview. CEO Thawin is waiting for you." The women lead him inside the conference room, pointing at the seat in front of the table. He sits down, observing how the chair in front of him slowly turn around, revealing the most handsome man he ever saw. Their gazes collide, and he swears he caught a glimpse of gold in the CEO's eyes.
"You are special." The man said as he stood up from his seat, walking around the table, stopping right before him. Punn was like in the daze. He tried to bling away the strange feeling building inside him when the guy took his hand in his, slowly kissing the leather covering it. He wanted to pull away from the touch, but the CEO didn't let him.
"Like me." He added as he carefully started the take off Punn's glove.
"No." Punn managed to whisper, but it was too late.
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OffGun January Collection of Drabbles 2022
Fanfiction✅ COMPLETED OffGun monthly drabbles and short stories for 2022. I thought about not joining this year, but I couldn't resist.🤦♀️
