Boldly Curved

Chapter 11

The office home was quiet, save for the soft rustling of papers and the rhythmic clicking of kook’s keyboard. It was late, and most of the staff had retreated to their home for the night, leaving kook alone in his spacious office.

The room was tastefully decorated—sleek, minimalist, with dark wood accents and a large, imposing desk that reflected kook’s status as a powerful CEO.

His laptop screen cast a soft glow, illuminating his focused expression as he typed away, his fingers flying over the keys with practiced precision.

kook was deep into his work, his eyes scanning over financial reports and emails, when he felt a familiar presence hovering nearby. He glanced up, and there was Tae, leaning against the doorframe with that mischievous glint in his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

Tae wore a loose hoodie and pajama pants that clung to his slender frame, giving him an effortlessly casual look that contrasted with kook’s rigid professionalism.

“Princess,” Tae greeted, his voice carrying a playful lilt as he sauntered over, his footsteps light and unhurried. “Still working? You’ve been at it for hours.”

kook glanced at him, his gaze softening despite the firm set of his jaw. “I have deadlines, Tae. You know how it is. What are you doing here at night”

Tae hummed, not at all dissuaded by kook’s matter-of-fact tone. He circled the desk slowly, his fingers trailing lightly along the polished edge, his eyes never leaving kook’s face. “You work too hard,”

Tae said softly, finally stopping behind kook’s chair. He placed his hands on kook’s broad shoulders, kneading the tension he found there with gentle, persistent pressure. “You need to relax more and i cam here becausr i miss you.”

kook sighed, leaning back slightly into the touch, his eyes closing for a moment. “I relax enough, Tae. I have responsibilities.”

“Responsibilities can wait,” Tae murmured, his voice low and coaxing. He moved quickly then, stepping around the chair and, without warning, tugging kook up by the wrist.

Before kook could protest, Tae sat down in the large office chair and pulled kook down into his lap, effortlessly maneuvering the older man into place.

“Tae—” kook started, but his words faltered as Tae’s hands slid around his waist, fingers brushing the thin fabric of kook’s dress shirt. kook’s body stiffened slightly at the unexpected contact, but he didn’t pull away. He never did. “This isn’t—”

“This is perfect,” Tae cut in, his tone firm but affectionate. He adjusted kook, making sure he was settled comfortably in his lap.

One hand rested possessively on kook’s waist, the other splayed against kook’s chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat. “You look so pretty, Princess. Always so put together.”

kook’s cheeks flushed faintly at the compliment, a reaction he couldn’t quite suppress. He let out a resigned sigh, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair to steady himself.

“Tae, I really need to get this done,” he said, though the conviction in his voice wavered under Tae’s touch.

“Then work,” Tae said simply, his lips quirking into a playful smirk. He rubbed small, slow circles on kook’s side, his fingers dipping under the hem of kook’s shirt to stroke the warm skin beneath.

“Who’s stopping you? Just do it from here.”

kook opened his mouth to argue, but Tae’s grip tightened slightly, grounding him. Tae’s cheek pressed against kook’s shoulder, and kook could feel the younger man’s warm breath against his neck.