Oner meticulously prepared the lunchbox, placing each food item on the plate in a visually appealing manner. "You know, we have to review the contract updates after lunch. Mr. Lee sent the revisions this morning."
Gumayusi, leaning against the table, looked half-interested, but before Oner could continue, he found himself being yanked down into Gumayusi's lap, his waist tightly ensnared by Gumayusi's strong arm.
"Wha-?!" Oner yelped, surprised and flustered by the sudden change in their lunchtime dynamics.
"You need to feed me, right? This is just a... more comfortable position," Gumayusi said smugly, his voice teasing as he nestled his chin on Oner's shoulder.
"This is hardly 'comfortable'!" Oner retorted, trying to wiggle out of Gumayusi's hold. But the latter's grip was firm, almost possessive.
"Come on, don't be such a killjoy. Besides, I won't let you go until I'm full." Gumayusi quipped, a playful glint in his eyes.
Oner let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine! But only because we need to get back to work soon." He reluctantly began feeding Gumayusi, his hand trembling slightly from the unfamiliar closeness.
"You know, I think I prefer this position. It's cozy," Gumayusi commented, receiving an eye-roll from Oner.
"Is it cozy or are you just trying to make me uncomfortable?"
"Can't it be both?" Gumayusi chuckled, taking another bite. "Mmm, this is good. Did you make it yourself?"
"No. I bought it. Not everyone has time for cooking," Oner retorted, trying to divert the conversation from their unusual position.
Gumayusi hummed appreciatively. "Shame. I bet you'd make a great househusband."
Oner's cheeks turned a shade redder. "Focus on your food!"
Lunch eventually ended, and Oner impatiently nudged Gumayusi. "Okay, you're full. Let me go now."
Gumayusi smirked and leaned in, whispering in a sultry tone, "What if I'm hungry for something else?" Then, with a devilish grin, he gave Oner a playful bounce on his lap.
Oner's face was a picture of sheer mortification. "You... You're impossible!" he exclaimed, quickly disentangling himself from Gumayusi and rushing to his desk.
Watching Oner's flustered retreat, Gumayusi couldn't help but smile, his heart fluttering in a way he didn't quite understand yet.
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Guon - T1 Empire: Mischievous Games
RomanceGumayusi has never managed to keep his Secretary for long, and he's sure this one will walk out the door soon too. Too bad, Oner couldn't care less for snobby CEO. WARNING: THIS STORY IS WRITTEN USING THE HELP OF CHATGPT. I only wrote it for myself...
