His Keen Desire-A Typical Love Story

Ch.2. First Encounter

"Leave her."

A rich masculine voice echoed through both the kitchen and the TV lounge which undoubtedly belonged to their one and only Boss.

"Leave her alone." He ordered his companion, giving him a deep look from behind his dark glasses which no one could see but of course his companions can feel the depth hidden in his voice.

"But boss if..." His companion tried to open his mouth, but he quickly cut him off. "As I said, leave her hands Tae, she won't do anything. Knock it off."

As soon as the man Tae was instructed, he released her wrists. She began to rub them, crying while mumbling something which no one could hear, the red marks of his harsh yet strong fingers could be seen printed there.

The Boss stared at her wet cheeks for a few moments then imperceptibly motioned his companion to take two steps away from her which his companion immediately complied with and stood a short distance away from her.

Although he could not see her face properly because she was standing facing the other way, still from her changing appearance it was clear that she's crying profusely. His hand resting on the shirt buttons started moving again.

In that large mirror she could see how he was trying to unbutton his shirt with one hand while his other hand, which was injured, was placed on top of his friend's thigh.

"Ah fuck." A curse escaped his tongue as both, the man standing behind him and the other man sitting on the table tried to free his injured arm from his shirt. His overcoat was lying on another chair while his shirt was held by his one colleague who handed it to other colleague standing behind, who had now also taken off his shirt and was wearing his Boss's shirt.

"You don't have to do that." His boss admonished him after seeing his man putting his shirt over his overcoat. "I'll wear my own shirt Jimin."

"No problem Boss, you need a clean shirt. I will get home before you anyways, and will put on another shirt." The man called Jimin answered smilingly wiggling his brows.

"Even if you don't wear it, it doesn't matter." The man sitting at the table teased his colleague while examining his boss's wound. "I think you look better shirtless. More like sexy sexy." He winked while the other person standing near Aabi, named Tae started laughing loudly. "I didn't know you were interested in boys too, Yoongi." He said not even controlling his laughing mouth.

Aabi felt shame on his words. She never encountered these type of shameless conversations, conversations aside, she never came in contact with any guys ever. She only had one friend who was also a girl, she didn't even make a male friend in her college life.

"No, I don't have, but if there is Jimin on the top as a cross of Mongolian sour cherry, then I can barely think of someone else, only if he agrees." He glanced mischievously at the man standing behind the chair whose name he had just called, then turned his attention back to his Boss' wound.

Jimin feigned a gag.

"Fuck you guys." The man responded angrily.

"Gladly." The man named Yoongi winked at him again, "but only if you agree to be on the top."

The man named Tae again busted into laughter.

"Go to hell." Jimin snorted at both of them. And Aabi was wondering how it didn't concern these people that there is a woman standing among them, on the top, a stranger.

They were talking to each other as if there was no girl there but only the four of those men. However, the fourth man was completely silent.

Yes, the fourth man, the Boss, was completely silent. Now Aabi noticed he wasn't talking much. Aabi could see in the invitation mirror that the man sitting at the table whom his friends called Yoongi was gently and carefully cleaning the wound of his Boss.