My Colleague Keeps Having Lewd Dreams About Me?!

Cross my heart.

The next time they meet, it's at another department meeting. At this point, Kim Dokja almost feels a sick kind of comfort at knowing that Yoo Joonghyuk is thinking about him naked and debauched.

It is now one of those universal facts you learn to use the simple present tense with. The sun rises in the east, rich parents are a prerequisite to success and Yoo Joonghyuk is horny.

Today though, he is not thinking about Kim Dokja. The dream is just as intense as the other ones however, if the number of knives stabbed in Han Myungoh's crotch is anything to go by.

The head of the accounting department is roped up to a giant dart board and surrounded by the other office workers. Each of them very enthusiastically throwing knives at the offender.

Kim Dokja is almost touched to see himself among them. He is still in a maid dress. Right.

When the meeting ends, Kim Dokja steels himself.

"Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi, are you okay? You look mad about something," he says casually as he gets out of his chair.

Yoo Joonghyuk frowns at him in confusion.

"How do you know my name?" How cold.

"You're kind of famous in our department, heh, streamer and all." It wasn't a lie per se, but Kim Dokja also lived under a rock and had never taken part in office gossip.

Yoo Joonghyuk hums.

"What's your name then? It isn't fair if you know mine but I don't know yours."

Huh? This bastard had the audacity to have all these dreams and he didn't even know his name? Kim Dokja felt as if he just lost another 10 years off his li-

[Kim Dokja is cute.]

It's a quiet but fond admission. Kim Dokja realizes it then, Yoo Joonghyuk was teasing him.

He clears his throat in lieu of making some embarassing sound.

"Kim Dokja, QA Department," he holds out his hand and smiles.

The hand that envelops his is warm and large. Kim Dokja quite enjoys it. Yoo Joonghyuk seemed to think the same, as it has been 10 seconds and he still hasn't let go of Kim Dokja's hand.

Kim Dokja struggles to keep up his smile but the silence is awkward and he really needs to get out of here, lest he do something he can't take back.

[His hands would feel nice around my di-]

Kim Dokja pulls his hand out of Yoo Joonghyuk's grip a bit forcefully and coughs.

"Well, I have work to get to. I'll see you around, Joonghyuk-ssi."

That seems to wake Yoo Joonghyuk out of his daze.

"Right, and yes. I'm okay now."

[Because of you.]

If Kim Dokja's smile wobbles a bit at that, he hopes Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't notice. He nods at him and walks away.

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["Joonghyuk-ah, please... stop teasing me," Kim Dokja murmurs. Yoo Joonghyuk just hums as his mouth latches around a nipple. Just then, a slimy tentacle forces itself into Kim Dokja's hole and he moans. It's too much all at once, and still not enough. He needs, he needs Yoo Joonghyuk inside of him, but Yoo Joonghyuk is hell bent on denying him his rele-]

"-kja-ssi? Kim Dokja-ssi?"

Kim Dokja yelps and jumps where he was standing near the door to the break room.

Soft brown eyes peered at him inquisitively.

"Dokja-ssi, are you okay? I called your name a few times but you didn't hear me..."

"Ah, Yoo Sangah-ssi! I'm fine, I was just thinking about a book. Did you need something?" He laughs a bit breathlessly.

"Yes, um- I was wondering if you would come to the office on Saturday? There's going to be an important call but nobody is free to come," she says with a worried frown on her face.

"Saturday? Yes, I'll come, I had some work to complete as well."

Yoo Sangah sighs in relief.

"Alright! I'll leave it to Dokja-ssi then." She smiles brightly at him and walks away.

Haah... Kim Dokja wonders if he has any prematurely graying hair, and if it's visible to people. He hopes Yoo Joonghyuk inside the break room didn't notice this debacle.