Guon - T1 Empire: Mischievous Games

Chapter 11

Over the next four days, Oner found himself drowning in a sea of tasks, courtesy of Gumayusi. Each morning, a fresh stack of paperwork would greet him, and each evening, he would manage to clear it all, much to Gumayusi's disbelief and concealed disappointment. The man seemed to have been on a mission to find a flaw in Oner's work ethic, but Oner had been diligent, not giving Gumayusi the satisfaction of finding a mistake.

As lunchtimes rolled around, a peculiar ritual had started to take shape. Despite the initial protest, Oner had resigned himself to the whims of Gumayusi, who insisted on being fed his lunch every single day. It started out as a jest, a way for Gumayusi to exert dominance and further tease Oner. But slowly, it had become their thing. Oner would complain, his face etched with the look of someone forced to bear an unreasonable burden, but there was a spark of amusement in his eyes too. And Gumayusi, ever the mischievous one, would open his mouth wide, waiting to be fed, always shooting glances that seemed to say, 'You signed up for this.'

It was during one of these feeding sessions, with Gumayusi demanding for another spoonful of rice and Oner playfully chiding him about manners, that Faker entered the room. The senior man paused, an eyebrow raised at the domestic scene before him.

Oner's face went crimson, but before he could explain, Gumayusi, with a wicked grin, motioned for Oner to continue feeding him. "Don't stop on my account," he said cheekily.

Faker, ever the observer, watched the interplay between the two, intrigued by the dynamics. "You've got him well-trained, Oner," Faker remarked with a smirk.

Oner stuttered, trying to find his words, "It's not... I mean, he just-"

"Likes being pampered?" Faker interrupted with a chuckle.

Gumayusi feigned indignation. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Faker then directed Oner to fetch some papers from another room. As Oner disappeared, Faker's playful demeanor shifted, and he turned to Gumayusi with a stern look. "What are you playing at?" he inquired.

Gumayusi shrugged, an air of defiance about him. "Just having a bit of fun."

Faker shook his head, "You know you can't keep toying with him."

But instead of responding, Gumayusi asked defensively, "What's it to you?"

Faker sighed, his expression softening. "How's he doing, really?"

Gumayusi hesitated, then begrudgingly admitted, "He's... fine."

Faker's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Fine? Coming from you? That's a first."

Flustered, Gumayusi tried to deflect, "Just because he's... competent doesn't mean anything."

Faker grinned, pointing at Gumayusi's lunch. "Since when do you eat from bento boxes?"

Gumayusi's face turned a shade redder. He made a motion to discard the lunch but paused, thinking of Oner's disdain for wasted food. He set the box down reluctantly.

Faker chuckled, "Are you keeping him then?"

Gumayusi groaned dramatically, "Yes, but only because you're forcing me."

Faker's smirk deepened. Just then, Oner returned, handing Faker the requested papers. "Thank you," Faker said, making his way out but not before adding, "Enjoy your lunch, Gumayusi."

Once Faker was gone, Gumayusi turned to Oner, mischief evident in his eyes. "Now, where were we? Ah yes, feeding me."

Oner sighed, picking up the chopsticks, but there was a faint smile on his lips.