My Colleague Keeps Having Lewd Dreams About Me?!

What a funny guy.

Kim Dokja is your average 28 year old salaryman living on convenience store meals, shitty webnovels and the entertainment provided by the inner thoughts of the people around him.

That's right folks, Kim Dokja is a mind reader.

He realises this fact in sixth grade, as he's stared down by the girl he had a crush on, and he wondered what was going on in her head. Frankly, she didn't have the most flattering opinion about him.

After that, and many other unfortunate incidents where he got to know things he would've been better off not knowing, he resolved to use this ability (curse?) as sparingly as possible. He's hard pressed to go against his moral code now though, as he's stuck in what could possibly be the most boring office meeting ever.

His eyes wander to the stoic faced man sitting next to him. Just a peek wouldn't hurt right?

It hurt. A lot.

Kim Dokja blinks as he tries to get that very lewd image out of his mind. That man was thinking about... fucking another man?

Kim Dokja sneaks another look at him. Intense black eyes, a jaw chiselled to perfection and a nose plastic surgeons would cry over. His expressionless face betrayed nothing of his thoughts. Kim Dokja must be mistaken. He peeks into the man's thoughts again.

It got even more intense?? And was that Kim Dokja? The man was thinking about fucking Kim Dokja?!

RAW???

As the moans of the dream Kim Dokja reach a fever pitch, the real Kim Dokja starts releasing steam from his ears. He takes the water bottle in front of him with shaking hands and gulps it down with all the grace of a hippopotamus.

What the hell was this guy dreaming about with such a serious face on?

~~

For the rest of the day, Kim Dokja's mental state is in a precarious position. He doesn't even have it in him to quip back at Han Sooyoung's usual bullshit.

At lunch the next day, he breaks out in curiosity.

"Do you know that guy? Black hair, handsome, he was sitting next to me at the meeting?"

"Hah? Do you mean him?" Han Sooyoung angles her face to somewhere behind Kim Dokja and he turns back to look at where she's pointing. The man stands there, surrounded by a bunch of women offering him some sweets.

"That's Yoo Joonghyuk. Accounting department. He's some popular game streamer I heard. Massive jerk. Why? Are you interested?"

"No, I just..." Kim Dokja looks into his brain. Perhaps all those lewd dreams were just a delusion cooked up by his sex-starved brain, which was late by a whole decade and more. But nope, Kim Dokja was still the main star of Yoo Joonghyuk's fantasies, and... was that a maid dress? Kim Dokja did not want to know any more.

"-thought he looked very serious," he finishes his sentence.

Han Sooyoung scoffs.

"Right. Anyways, Lee Gilyoung was asking about you. Says he wants to see your ugly mug again."

"I'm not ugly. And sure, let's meet up at that café on Saturday." Lee Gilyoung was Han Sooyoung's little cousin who he had met once and seemed to take a great liking to him. He was a funny little kid, if not a bit worrying with his strange reverence for Kim Dokja. Seriously, what did he do to attract all these weird people?

They delve into other pointless topics after that and just like that Kim Dokja forgets all about Yoo Joonghyuk.

Or he would have, if the man didn't catch his eyes so often. He noticed Yoo Joonghyuk when he was resting in the break room (dreaming about Kim Dokja), when he was talking to his colleagues (dreaming about Kim Dokja), when he was walking around reading files (dreaming about Kim Dokja).

He was really just your average (insanely handsome) run-off-the-mill corporate slave, if you didn't take into account his... interesting tastes.

Everyday, Kim Dokja became increasingly more aware of the wonders of human male anatomy. Surely the anus can't fit all that much? Yoo Joonghyuk seems to disagree. A week goes by as Kim Dokja slowly but surely grows more curious about his colleague.