Seonghwa x Hongjoong | Mini series compilation

Office Secrets (Part 5)

*SMUT WARNING*

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When Hongjoong entered the office the next day, the atmosphere was palpably different. The usual hum of activity that filled the open workspace was now accompanied by a sense of hushed anticipation. Conversations seemed subdued, and the air was thick with an electric tension that made Hongjoong's pulse quicken.

The office, usually a flurry of creative chaos and bustling with the energy of designers and assistants, had transformed into a quiet hive of focused activity. The once casual chatter was replaced with a more subdued, purposeful buzz. People moved with a deliberate grace, their movements reflecting the importance of the day.

As Hongjoong moved through the office that morning, the atmosphere still buzzed with an underlying tension. But it wasn't just the usual office energy that had him on edge—it was the lingering effect of the previous day's revelation about Seonghwa. His curiosity was practically tugging him toward the creative director's office, and he found himself glancing that way more often than he intended.

When Hongjoong finally reached the office area, he spotted Seonghwa standing in the doorway, and he was momentarily taken aback. This wasn't the polished, unflappable Seonghwa he was used to seeing. Instead, the creative director looked noticeably dishevelled. His usually immaculate hair was tousled and unkempt, his face bore signs of exhaustion with noticeable dark circles under his eyes, and his outfit was surprisingly casual—far from the sharp, stylish ensembles that normally defined his look.

There was something profoundly unsettling about the contrast between Seonghwa's typically composed demeanour and the tired, vulnerable figure before him. The usual aura of confidence and authority that Seonghwa exuded seemed to be replaced by a sense of weariness that was almost palpable.

Hongjoong watched from a distance, feeling a mix of concern and uncertainty. The lines of stress on Seonghwa's face were more pronounced than ever, and the vibrant spark in his eyes was dimmed by fatigue. This was a side of Seonghwa that Hongjoong had never seen before—raw and unguarded, stripped of the usual layers of professionalism.

As the hours ticked by, Hongjoong's frustration only grew. The invisible barrier between him and Seonghwa seemed to stretch wider with each passing moment. The way Seonghwa avoided eye contact, the guarded tone in his voice—it all created a palpable distance that Hongjoong couldn't ignore. Every interaction felt like it was steeped in unspoken tension, and the weight of it was beginning to wear on him.

Finally, Hongjoong reached his breaking point. He could no longer tolerate the strain of this unaddressed issue between them. Determined to confront the awkwardness head-on, he resolved to speak with Seonghwa directly. He needed to clear the air and address whatever was causing this strange divide.

Making his way to Seonghwa's office, Hongjoong felt a mix of nervousness and resolve. The office, with its sleek glass walls and modern décor, usually felt like a place of calm and control. Today, though, it seemed almost to reflect his inner turmoil.

When he reached the door, he didn't hesitate. He slid the blinds shut, blocking the view of the bustling cityscape outside. The once-inviting daylight was now replaced by a subdued, intimate light that enveloped the room. The sense of privacy it created made the space feel more personal, more charged.

Approaching Seonghwa's desk with deliberate steps, Hongjoong could almost feel the electric charge of unresolved emotions hanging in the air. The desk, usually a place of strategic meetings and creative discussions, now felt like the focal point of their mounting tension. Hongjoong's heart pounded as he prepared to broach the subject that had been gnawing at him all day