Guon - T1 Empire: Mischievous Games

Chapter 38

As the morning light permeated through the sheer curtains, Gumayusi found himself in contemplation. He had never experienced feelings this intense. The warmth and depth of his emotions for Oner were undeniable, but there was something holding him back. It was fear. Fear of the consequences, fear of the implications on their professional lives, and, most importantly, fear of potentially losing Oner forever if things didn't work out. His position as the CEO and Oner's as a secretary added another layer of complexity. The power dynamics, the potential gossip, the strain it could cause on their working relationship - all these thoughts weighed heavily on Gumayusi's heart.

The atmosphere was palpable when they both got up to prepare for the day. They moved around each other cautiously, an unspoken tension between them. The air was thick with unsaid words, both of them tiptoeing around the events of the previous night.

"You could wear some of my clothes," Gumayusi suggested, breaking the silence as he opened his wardrobe, pulling out a crisp white shirt and a pair of tailored pants.

Oner frowned, "I don't think your clothes would fit me."

"Just try it. This one's a bit small for me anyway," Gumayusi coaxed with a soft smile, holding out the shirt towards Oner.

Feeling slightly cornered and not wanting to prolong the awkwardness, Oner agreed. As he slid into the clothes, Gumayusi's eyes widened. The shirt hugged Oner in all the right places, emphasizing his toned physique, and the pants were the perfect length. It was as if the outfit was tailor-made for Oner.

"Wow," Gumayusi murmured, his jaw dropping.

Oner, noticing the overt admiration, blushed furiously. "Stop simping," he said, rolling his eyes but with a playful hint.

Gumayusi grinned, stepping closer, "I can't help it if you look this good. Maybe you should raid my wardrobe more often."

Chuckling, Oner started heading towards the kitchen. "Breakfast? I can whip something up."

"We can just order," Gumayusi countered, but Oner was already on the move.

"No, let me. It's the least I can do after you've taken care of me," Oner responded.

Soon, the aroma of scrambled eggs, toast, and freshly brewed coffee wafted through the apartment. They sat across from each other, an initial awkwardness hanging in the air. But as they began to eat and talk about mundane things, the atmosphere gradually lightened. Their laughter echoed in the apartment, and the lingering tension slowly dissipated.

For Gumayusi, this domestic scene stirred something deep within him. Watching Oner move around his kitchen, laughing at shared jokes, and simply being together felt right. Each passing moment, each shared laugh, only made his feelings for Oner grow stronger. The fear and doubt still remained, but the love and affection he felt were becoming harder to ignore.