My Colleague Keeps Having Lewd Dreams About Me?!

not another love story

As far as Yoo Joonghyuk was concerned, this was all Uriel's fault.

Uriel is... a family friend, of sorts. The sort of friend you made at events your parents forced you to attend with them and there's nobody around your age except for that haughty, uptight looking kid you just knew was going to be a pain to talk to.

And it was painful.

The initial conversations where they did nothing but brag about their inconsequential achievements and grades and the type of friends they had. The following meetings where they called a sort of truce and instead of firing off shots at each other, they made fun of the funny tasting food and the tacky people at the events and all their parents' friends cooing over what a sweet-looking duo they made.

And then the ensuing conversations where they, finally, admitted they hated all that. They'd grumbled and snorted and giggled and teared up as they spoke of how it would be better to just run away and never see any of these snotty-nosed people ever again.

Yoo Joonghyuk opened up about his hobby of playing games and how it felt good to win . Amazing, even. The euphoria and adrenaline of crushing his opponents on the screen being the best thing he had ever experienced. Uriel rambled about how she wanted to open up a producing house someday, to bring all the stories she loved to life, to be seen and loved by many more people. She'd already dipped her hand into her dad's pocket to help a friend get her book published. She had even been grounded for it, but if Uriel was one thing, it was determined.

So yes, it was painful, but it was also cathartic in its own way. They'd grown up together, seen each other stumble through life and helped each other up if ever they fell.

Despite all of Uriel's faults and stubbornness and eccentric tastes, despite all the times she's meddled in his affairs like the nosy little shit she is and made his life ten times harder than it should be, and despite all the times she fed Yoo Mia sweets even when he expressly forbade her to, Yoo Joonghyuk knows she only has his best interests at heart.

And yet it doesn't change the fact that this is all Uriel's fault.

See, when Yoo Joonghyuk speaks of Uriel's eccentric tastes he means it.

She'd spent a lot of time trying to make him read those mangas with suspicious covers, and even made a Wattpad account for him (he still doesn't know what he's supposed to do on it) hoping for him to find new interests other than gaming to ignore the Lee Seolhwa-shaped hole in his life.

Sick of her pandering, Yoo Joonghyuk decided to finally hear her out and check out the new 'bl drama cd' she had been promoting to all her friends.

It was... definitely something.

Something in that he had absolutely no idea of what to think of it, and even less on how to look Uriel in the eyes after knowing what she'd been pushing onto him.

Did she really... did she really think he would be interested in something like that ?

If she did then why ? Does he need to reassess the kind of impression he gives off or something? He had certainly never thought of that. Of course, he knew about his fans and how they liked to 'ship' him with the other streamers, making art and writing stories. And that was fine with him, really, it's not his business what they got up to as long as they didn't ruin his day.

But god forbid he ever indulged in all that himself.

That was just the tip of the iceberg.

Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't expecting to have his life and his sexuality and everything he ever believed in be upturned because some stupid fucking guy moaned when he threw hot coffee all over himself.

Like really? Why is a man moaning like that even? And why does he sound so much like the character from the fucking drama cd? ("The uke ," Uriel emphasises in his brain.)

Fuck!

Nobody should be allowed to sound like that. Like sin personified. Like a trainwreck if it was sexy. Like a man should when Yoo Joonghyuk throws him around.

Suffice to say, he got little sleep that day, and the several days after hearing Kim Dokja's annoying fucking moan.

It didn't help that he had to see (and hear ) that man whenever he went to work. It didn't help when he accidentally looked at Kim Dokja for too long and Uriel noticed his wandering eyes. And it certainly didn't help that even through his baggy faded suits, Yoo Joonghyuk could clearly make out his slim waist, and that he could wrap it whole with his two hands.

Then the dreams started. He doesn't know how, or why, his brain conjured up all those types of images.

He's never even been curious enough to look up gay porn. Seriously, it was sort of ridiculous the stuff he imagined doing with Kim Dokja. He'd never even thought of anything like that with his previous partners, so what made Kim Dokja special?

Maybe he just needed to take some time off work and all the suggestive glances Uriel sent his way whenever he and Kim Dokja were in the same room?

Or maybe... maybe he just needed to fuck it out of the system? If he could get over his embarrassment, flirt with Kim Dokja a little, then take him home, maybe he would stop thinking about all this?

It shouldn't be so hard, right?

He hadn't planned for there to be feelings involved. That they'd actually talk, get to know each other, and that Yoo Joonghyuk would get to see Kim Dokja smile at thoughtless things he said. Why was his life such a mess?

Yoo Joonghyuk took pride in the persuasion power of his family jewels, of course. He's had enough men and boys (in washroom stalls), and women (in other intimate places) go completely slack-jawed at the sight of his beautiful, gorgeous [redacted].

That's not to say he enjoys taking part in completely unnecessary dick-measuring contests, though. He's got a lot more dignity than that, even if Uriel likes to claim otherwise.

There's that, and also... he didn't want to scare off Kim Dokja. It's not like he knew if he was gay. Heck, he didn't even know if he was straight. Yoo Joonghyuk had never seen him be extra close with anyone at the office, or give any indication of being in a relationship.

The only person he ever really hung out with was that nutcase from the PR department, Han Sungyu or whatever. And Yoo Joonghyuk was pretty sure she was astronomically down bad for Yoo Sangah from HR after he'd caught her sniffing a handkerchief the brunette had left behind at her table. Yoo Joonghyuk had caught her with her nose buried in it like a junkie getting high off of cocaine.

That was their dirty little secret from then on.

It was mostly Han Sungyu's though. The look on her face when she realised she was being watched made Yoo Joonghyuk promise to himself that he will never ever stoop that low for love.

So yes, he was safe on that front, and his admittedly jealous streak wasn't stoked. But it sure made him a lot more impatient.

And this is where his impatience leads him to; the man of his dreams (literally) requesting Yoo Joonghyuk to kiss him, so sweetly, eyes sparkling like all the stars in the Seoul nightsky decided to hide there tonight.

Who is Yoo Joonghyuk to deny him his wishes?