Guon - T1 Empire: Mischievous Games

Chapter 12

The dawn of a new week ushered in a more established routine between Gumayusi and Oner. The piles of extra paperwork had significantly diminished, and their days were no longer spent in a tiring game of catch-up. The playfulness and teasing, however, remained unchanged. And the lunchtime feeding ritual was now a non-negotiable part of their day.

That Monday morning, as Gumayusi sifted through emails and Oner organized the day's tasks, Oner cleared his throat, capturing Gumayusi's attention.

"Your 10 AM call with the marketing team has been rescheduled to 11," Oner began, checking his notes, "You have a one-hour window at noon, so I've scheduled your interview with the financial magazine then. Don't forget about the meeting with the other CEOs at 3 PM." He emphasized the last point, knowing Gumayusi's disdain for such meetings.

Gumayusi scowled at the reminder. "Oh joy, a room full of stuffed shirts. Exactly how I love spending my afternoons," he remarked sarcastically.

Oner simply offered a sympathetic smile. But instead of focusing on his upcoming tasks, Gumayusi's eyes roamed over to Oner. An impish smile crept onto his face, "You know, you're a constant distraction for me," he said flirtatiously, attempting to shift the topic away from the dreaded meeting.

Oner just rolled his eyes, recognizing the tactic. "And yet, miraculously, you still get your work done." He moved towards the kitchenette area to make tea for the both of them, adding, "Perhaps I should distract you more often."

Behind him, Gumayusi smirked, clearly pleased at the light banter. "Now there's an idea."

Hours passed quickly, and soon the clock's hands pointed to the impending meeting. As Gumayusi and Oner got ready, Gumayusi noticed Oner's subtle fidgeting and the slight paleness in his face.

"First big meeting, huh?" Gumayusi teased, realizing that this might be a new experience for Oner.

Oner looked away, not wanting to admit his nervousness. But before he could react, Gumayusi, always seizing the moment, placed his hand on Oner's waist, letting it rub against the fabric teasingly.

"Relax," he whispered into Oner's ear, his voice carrying a mischievous undertone.

Flustered, Oner took a step back, cheeks tinted with red. "Keep your hands to yourself!" he protested, though his voice carried a hint of laughter.

Gumayusi chuckled, thoroughly enjoying Oner's reactions. "Can't make any promises," he said with a wink.

With a mock huff, Oner headed towards the meeting room, Gumayusi trailing behind, both men anticipating the day's events.