𝕺𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖝- |HEEJAKE|

𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔑𝔲𝔱 𝔍𝔬𝔟

Silence.

Pin. Drop. Silence.

The two males froze at their respective places- fearing that if they moved, the world would collapse before their eyes. "...Sorry?", the higher authority of the two, finally spoke. Jake's eyes grew as he witnessed his boss poking his cheek, his right hand stuffed inside the pocket of his black, creaseless pants. "I beg your pardon but what did you just call me, Mr. Secretary?"

Jake was at a loss of words before he nervously walked up to the other male, not forgetting to shoot an apologetic look. "I'm awfully sorry, sir. I did not mean it.", he retorted, his head hung low with shame and terror. The newly formed deafening silence was treacherous- almost crushing Jake's hopes of finally being an employee. 

He thought he was about to get fired- right when he had walked in. 

Awesome.

For once and for all, he just hoped that he could maybe borrow Doraemon's Time Machine or snatch Hermione's Time Turner- zipping the past Jake's mouth shut before he let out such nuisance and that too, in front of his goddamn boss. To make matters worse, he heard a deep chuckle, spiking up his rushing adrenaline by a milestone. 

"You're...laughing?", he questioned Heeseung's existence, low-key judging him internally. "It's...new. I mean, I've never seen or heard anyone talk that upfront or even bat me in the eye. It's exciting to see you do it.", the pronounced male spoke, a sly smile adoring his pink lips. "And what had you called me? 'The Fucker Next Door', hm?", before the blonde could act, he was seemingly being pinned to the nearby white wall. "I'm intrigued."

There was a disturbing ramble in Jake's heart when he heard that deep, oceanic voice of his boss- it was as if God had especially created him for people to sink into either his icy cold grey eyes or, his siren like voice or just his existence as a whole. 

He zipped the shorter's mouth in a quack but decided to move away before Jake melted away into the ground like molten lava. 

"Starting today, you're required to take care of everything I do and everything I need- inclusive of which, my personal needs...", the younger shivered when the former traced his right cheek, starting from his eyes and ending at his chin. "And, they are?", it was sub-consciously interrogated but however, Jake wasn't expecting a smirk for a response. 

"You'll see."

The world seemed to fade away as they both stared deep into each other's retinas- eyes fixated without even a subtle movement. "Yo!", a foreign voice interrupted the scenic view. "Shit- Did I disturb your blinking contest?", the familiar guy sounded sarcastic to Jake. "Cut it, Jay."

"We were just...getting to know each other. Right, Jake-ssi?", the way Heeseung's almond eyes played with the poor boy's courage to answer, he had no choice but to timidly nod. "How did it turn out, mate?", Jay asked, his eyes wavering from the dignified taller to the nervous shorter. 

"Awesome."

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The worst decision of his life was to apply for the Secretary position and man, was fate slapping it across his face. His desk was right in front of Heeseung's, in a corner with not even a door present to encage him in a private space. "Any problem?", he was brought out of his trance when he heard an abrupt call from a smirking Heeseung. 

"First day and you're already lost? Need help, Mr. Secretary?", a certain playfulness clouded his firm tone. "I'm j-just figuring things out. Such settings are new for me...", the blonde replied, his eyes moving from his screen to his boss' handsome face. "Oh, yeah. I saw that you have no experience. You should be glad that I'm giving you such a good, first time. "

Jake blushed at the statement- his gunk filled mind imagining all sorts of dirty stuff. "I'm grateful, sir. Very, indeed.", he had profusely refused to tear apart from his screen anymore because one more eye contact and he would definitely be crawling on the floor. "Good...", the elder's voice trailed off. "But for now, get me a latte with very little sugar."

Jake gasped at the word. 

"How much, precisely?", he instinctively moved towards Heeseung's desk, folding his hands in front of his stomach. "Eh?"

"I mean, like 0.02 grams or even less? If we head to 0.002, it wouldn't be sweet-", his assertion was left hanging when an abrupt laugh intervened. "It's just a latte. Why such precision?"

Jake fiddled with his hands, trying to frame a valid sentence. "I-I mean, I heard you had fired your previous Secretary just 'cause...", another laugh broke the timidness. "Oh, that was just out of instincts. He had been flirting a bit too much, lately.", the shorter's eyes widened. 

"Out of instincts? You fire someone just because, your bloody reflexes asked you to? Commendable.", the male thought to himself, wanting to punch the sitting guy. "You're really curious about me, I see. You had this researched up?" Jake shook his head for a response. "Jay told me."

Heeseung mumbled something to himself, a faint 'asshole' heard as he gritted his teeth. 

"Don't talk to him much. He's mental.", Heeseung asserted, Jake wanting to choke him already. "No, sir. You're the one!", he internally screamed. 

"Now if you will...", the taller signalled towards the door before Jake charged towards it. "And yeah, make it a 0.0185 grams.", he added, a laugh following his statement. 

"What a born nut job!"

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CHAPTER: 3