ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~its just business~[1]

Description: Seungmin is just a coworker with the hottest boss in the world—that's it—that's the story!! 18+

Authors Note: This story was written to help me overcome writers block so if its bad that's why lol (No its just bc I'm bad at writing sighh)...the foreplay is extensive I'm sorry I was feeling quite romantical 🫣 also disclaimer there is a lot of use of Mr. so yeahh...I hope you enjoy anytways <3

Word Count: 10.4k ~ Seven Chapters+Bonus~

MATURE THEMES- MINORS AVOID!!!

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He always disliked their company business parties. He hated socializing, the effort to smile and converse with his coworkers and to kiss up to potential investors. He hated it all; nothing about it excited him.

"Tell little Minjae I said hi," he smiled at the group before he turned to leave. He let out a small sigh of relief as he walked away.

"Excuse me," Seungmin said, catching the attention of a catering staff member with a tray of freshly poured champagne. He took a glass and downed it impressively fast before grabbing another. He really desired not to be here.

He raised the new glass to his lips, watching the staff continue their original route, circling the room. He gasped lightly when he felt a hand brush against his lower back.

"Why don't you slow down a bit??" The voice whispered in his ear. "We both know how you get drunk," the voice continued with a smirk, gently grasping his waist before he pulled away and passed him.

Seungmin felt a hitch in the back of his throat as his cheeks flushed red from the sudden sting. His stomach fluttered uncomfortably as he hesitantly swallowed the sip in his mouth.

Christopher Bang Chan, or Mr. Bang, respectfully, his charming, sociable, and insanely attractive boss, or the man who knew just how to unravel his self-control. He scoffed, ignoring him, while he took another sip, watching how he effortlessly integrated himself into the already-established group's conversation before him. How easily he managed to get the entire group laughing was beyond him.

His eyes widened when Chan glanced up at him. Seungmin was staring, and Chan flashed a quick wink to let him know he was well aware. Seungmin embarrassedly snapped his head and turned away from him, feeling his cheeks instantly burn darker, knowing he was caught.

He quickly patted the redden space, finishing his glass and sought out another staff member to fend off of. He desperately craved something stronger, completely disregarding the older's warning about getting drunk.

He sat on a small sofa on the other side of the large room, still with a clear view of Chan—it wasn't intentional. He wasn't trying to watch him; he just couldn't help his eyes. He just couldn't stop himself from involuntarily watching over him and always constantly taking in his figure.

He was attractive. He was perfect. He was his ideal man. But he was also his boss. So Seungmin continued to sip his champagne lightly as he practically drooling over him from across the room.

"Kim Seungmin!" someone called out from behind. He jumped, startled as he turned to the call, worried they noticed him looking at Chan. A soft sigh escaped him when he saw her, which he quickly replaced with a small, forced smile.