Guon - T1 Empire: Mischievous Games

Chapter 9

The large glass windows in Gumayusi's office let in the soft afternoon light, casting a serene ambience throughout the room. But the atmosphere was far from peaceful when Oner returned from the cafeteria, lunch in tow for Gumayusi. He carefully placed the food in front of the latter, hoping he'd be more accepting this time around.

Gumayusi, who was engrossed in some paperwork, looked up, examining the contents of the food box with a raised eyebrow. "This again?" he huffed, pushing the box away. "I told you I didn't want it."

Oner, trying to keep his cool, said through gritted teeth, "You never specified what you wanted, and it's not in my job description to be your personal chef. Now eat."

In a mood for mischief, Gumayusi leaned back in his chair, a sly grin forming on his lips. "I'll make you a deal," he began, the mischievous glint evident in his eyes. "I'll eat it if you feed me." He emphasized the last part with a pointed look.

Oner's face turned a shade redder, incredulity evident in his eyes. "Are you kidding me?" he exclaimed.

Seeing Oner's flustered state only spurred Gumayusi on. He made a move to push the food box towards the trash can. "Fine. If you won't, I'll just throw it away."

That was the last straw. "Stop!" Oner said, a note of desperation in his voice. With a resigned sigh, he muttered, "Fine, I'll feed you."

Gumayusi's face broke into a triumphant smile, "That's what I thought."

With an embarrassed expression, Oner reluctantly picked up a spoonful of rice. Gumayusi, ever the tease, leaned forward with an expectant look, clearly enjoying the situation. Oner's hand wavered for a moment, then he steeled himself, guiding the spoon to Gumayusi's mouth.

As Oner continued the painstaking task of feeding Gumayusi, the latter didn't waste a moment, using every opportunity to ogle Oner, making him more and more flustered. Each time their hands brushed or their eyes met, a jolt of tension electrified the room. Gumayusi relished in the power dynamic, seeing the ever-composed Oner a bit out of his element.

By the time they were done, the air in the office was thick with unsaid words and unacknowledged emotions. Both men returned to their tasks, but the atmosphere had undeniably changed.