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It was 1:25 am, Kun had a habit of staring at the clock when that time came near. He'd kept his distance for a long time, scared of hurting the person he'd grown to care about so much. But he'd became so tired of suppressing this, his selfishness had taken over to a point of no return.
He wanted to embrace Dejun, love him in the way that nobody else had been able to, but he knows that's just a fantasy living in his head. There was no universe where he'd be able to chance Dejun's career like that, nor did his role make it much easier.
He watched Dejun grow into the man he is now, 9 years of music to get to this point. From being a shy rookie with no sense of assertion, happy to even get the opportunity to debut when all of his friends were shut down and told they weren't good enough. Somebody whose dream had come true. His dream escalated into a nightmare as he became more and more limited by the people whom had created it, they planted the seeds of insecurity and then watered them. He started feeling inadequate, Kun could see his nerve's every time he'd entered the recording studio.
He used to sit before Kun as if he was a pier rather than just his producer, but he became withdrawn, as if a part of him wasn't focusing on the music anymore, just feeling as if he was worthy of his title. It was Kun who suggested he leave, he feared contract renewal because for Dejun resigning just meant more years of misery.
His choice to exit the company was a huge headline, he was the most successful soloist on the market, company stocks tanked after this resignation. Kun was the only person he trusted in this time, to help him get back to creating music with his heart. It was understandable why Kun felt in a strange position.
Dejun was an inconceivable star of the highest level, he was something surreal. And when the sunlight hit his pretty skin, he was celestial. But Kun wanted, wanted him so badly, it would consume his days how much he fantasized about Dejun.
He knew the power imbalance, he knew it wasn't right, but there was no harm in fantasy, right? Wrong, because when Dejun stood in front of him, he had a hard time focusing. Working with him has become so difficult, because he fears Dejun will eventually find out his true feelings.
He heard footsteps creaking against the hardwood floors that scattered the company building, it was coming from right outside of his studio. He could tell it was Dejun, who else would have as terrible of a schedule as him?
The footsteps got closer to his office, and the door crept up to him. In front of him, a beautiful platinum blonde with impeccable bone structure. My god, Kun was in awe. Dejun's mere presence took his breath away.
He could already feel his pants tightening, his body was campaigning against him. Dejun took a seat next to him, "Hey, Kun. What's been up with you? I hardly ever hear from you anymore. Are you busy with a relationship or something?" And Kun just froze. "Um... N-no, yeah I've just been.. Out of it lately."
