Can We Not Be HAPPY once?

LXII. Bloodlines and Burdens

The two of you arrived at Seventeen's head office, the place bustling with activity. It was only your second time here, and the first had been at night, so no one really had the chance to notice you.

Walking side by side with Seungcheol, you entered the meeting room. A few people were already gathered, and they greeted the mafia boss with respect.

"Good morning, sir!" they said in unison, bowing.

Seungcheol gave a slight nod before settling into his seat. You stood behind him, observing the room quietly.

"Can we have your signature here, sir?" one of the workers asked, sliding a few papers over to him. He glanced through them, signed, and handed them back.

"Thanks," the worker said, smiling, before turning to address the room. "Now we can start."

The lights dimmed, and a projector clicked on, showing the presentation. Seungcheol leaned back in his chair, seemingly unaffected by the ongoing work, but you noticed his eyes flicker towards you.

Without warning, he pulled you onto his lap, causing you to tense up.

"What the fuck are you—" you started, but he cut you off, his voice low and teasing.

"Not gonna seduce me?" His tone was playful yet filled with an unmistakable edge. "Not gonna make me harder?"

You swallowed, trying to keep your composure, but his dominant gaze made it hard to think clearly.

No one in the room seemed to notice—everyone's attention was focused on the projector. The person presenting continued with their work, completely unaware of what was unfolding behind them.

Seungcheol smirked and leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss as you gently started moving on his lap.

"Cocksleeve," he murmured, his hands resting on your waist, his fingers digging in lightly, making you whimper. "But mine," You kept moving, but his grip only tightened, pinching your waist, which made you shiver.

"Fuck, sweetheart... If you keep doing that, I might just cum..." His voice was rough, barely a whisper.

After a while, you pulled away, standing up and giving him a teasing smile. Seungcheol exhaled heavily, his body still tense from the close proximity. You could see the effect you had on him, but you couldn't resist a laugh at his disheveled state.

The meeting went on for another hour, and when it was over, Seungcheol stood up, stretching his arms.

"How’s the plan, sir?" someone asked, eager to know his thoughts.

"It's fine. I'll work with it," Seungcheol replied, his tone cool and collected. He gave a nod of approval, and the others quickly gathered their things and filed out of the room, bowing respectfully before leaving.

You were about to speak when Seungcheol pulled you back to him, this time sitting you down on the desk. His hands were firm as he leaned over, his voice a low growl.

"Fuck, sweetheart. I'm already leaking. I can't hold it anymore."

You pushed him away gently, getting up with a sassy smile. "Not right now, Seungcheol."

He sighed dramatically, a small smirk tugging at his lips as you walked away, teasing him further with your playful attitude.
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|After A While|

"Can I see what you get in your cafeteria?" you asked, glancing over your shoulder at him.

"Of course. It’s yours," he said, following you as you walked through the office, heading toward the cafeteria.