Guon - T1 Empire: Mischievous Games

Chapter 5

The gentle aroma wafted through the office as Oner delicately placed the bento box on Gumayusi's desk, breaking through the sterile aura of business reports and electronics. The neat compartments showcased an array of dishes: tender grilled chicken, lightly seasoned vegetables, a small portion of kimchi, and steamed rice topped with sesame seeds.

Gumayusi, still engrossed in a document, glanced at the box. He frowned, turning up his nose with disdain. "You call this lunch? It looks rather plain, don't you think?"

Oner, maintaining his calm demeanor, replied, "You said 'surprise you'. So, I chose a balanced meal."

With a huff, Gumayusi picked up his chopsticks, poked disdainfully at the chicken, and retorted, "You could've picked something... more sophisticated."

Oner crossed his arms. "You didn't specify any preferences, sir."

Just as Gumayusi was about to theatrically toss the box away in a classic display of his capriciousness, Oner's hand shot out, firmly gripping Gumayusi's wrist. "It's wasteful to throw away good food. There are many who go hungry."

Gumayusi stared, taken aback by the sudden sternness in Oner's eyes. No one had ever spoken to him this way, especially not in his own office.

With a smirk, Gumayusi attempted to regain control of the situation. "What's it to you? Going to force-feed me now?"

Without missing a beat and taking Gumayusi's challenge head-on, Oner picked up a piece of chicken with the chopsticks and, with surprising speed, brought it to Gumayusi's lips. "Open up."

Gumayusi's eyes widened in comical surprise. His first instinct was to pull away, but he found himself cornered by Oner's determined gaze. Hesitantly, he opened his mouth, letting Oner pop the chicken inside.

Chewing reluctantly, Gumayusi's features soon transitioned from irritation to genuine surprise. The flavors melded perfectly in his mouth: savory with a hint of sweetness. Grudgingly, he had to admit-it tasted good.

Oner chuckled, lightly patting Gumayusi's cheek. "See? Not so bad, is it?"

Blushing slightly, Gumayusi mumbled, "It's edible."

With a satisfied nod, Oner instructed, "Finish your lunch. We still have work to do." He then turned and gracefully made his way back to his desk, leaving Gumayusi to nurse his mixed feelings over the unexpected lunch ordeal.

Throughout the meal, Gumayusi's eyes occasionally darted to Oner, observing the diligent secretary. A strange, newfound appreciation began to take root. It wasn't just about the food. It was the audacity, the challenge, the directness. Oner was unlike anyone Gumayusi had met before.