(I feel like I'm going to die with these responsibilities but anyways have this short oneshot)
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The meeting room was bathed in the soft glow of dim overhead lights, setting a tense atmosphere as the company's elite gathered around the long, polished conference table. The sound of hushed voices exchanging business strategies hummed in the background, but I—𝐉𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐨—had other things occupying my mind. Or rather, someone.
I sat there, lounging in my chair as if the world outside didn’t exist. My girlfriend, who also happened to be my assistant, clung to me like a lifeline, completely immersed in the dull talk of contracts and profits. Her arm draped over my shoulder as she whispered something about debt collections, but honestly, I couldn't care less. My eyes lazily flicked around the table, noticing the key players—Eugene from the Workers, the ever-charming James Lee, better known as DG—and of course, him.
𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐮𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, sitting stiff as a board beside me, his stern face unreadable as always. His white pupils contrasted sharply against his black sclera, giving him that unnerving look I knew all too well. To anyone else, Gun was the epitome of control and professionalism. But beneath that ironclad exterior? Yeah, there was something much different going on.
I felt it before I even saw it—his hand, creeping under the table, resting firmly on my thigh. My jaw tightened, and I fought the urge to flinch. This was typical Gun, always messing with me in ways only he could get away with. His grip was subtle, but firm, making it impossible to ignore him even as we sat in the middle of an important meeting. The pressure of his touch sent an irritating heat creeping up my neck, though I masked it behind my usual smirk. No one could know what was happening under this table.
Except, of course, Crystal Choi—Gun's so-called responsibility, Charles Choi's daughter, and the only one who seemed to enjoy observing this ridiculous game. I caught her smirking in my direction, her eyes flicking between me and Gun as if she knew exactly what was going on. And honestly, she probably did.
I let out a long, exaggerated sigh, slumping further into my chair. " 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴," I mumbled dismissively when Eugene’s eyes darted in my direction, clearly expecting some input. My voice wavered slightly, betraying the cool exterior I was trying so hard to maintain. Gun's hand shifted, his fingers digging into my thigh with more pressure, sending another jolt through me.
𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀.
Gun didn’t so much as glance my way. His face remained perfectly composed, but beneath that calm expression, I knew he was enjoying this. The grip of his hand tightened again, and for a moment, I seriously considered flipping the table and starting a fight right here. But I couldn’t—not here.
My fingers dug into the edge of the table as I tried to keep my voice steady, biting back a curse. The others around us were none the wiser—well, except for Crystal. She was probably watching the whole thing unfold like it was some kind of comedy show.
Fine, I thought, biting the inside of my cheek, two can play this game.
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The next meeting was about something more exciting—well, at least in theory. Business in the Philippines, or something along those lines. (HAHAH UY PHILIPPINES)
I wasn’t paying much attention to the details. What mattered was that we were all heading onto Charles Choi’s private plane, and I could already feel the tension between Gun and me ramping up. It was suffocating.
