[UNBREAKABLE BONDS] (Yeonjun X Beomgyu)

Chapter 43: Office love gone wrong!

It was the first day back at work after the wedding, and Beomgyu still felt like he was floating in a dream. Everything around him looked the same, but the silver wedding ring on his finger reminded him that everything had changed.

He was now married to the Yeonjun—his possessive, flirty, and annoyingly handsome husband.

And speaking of that annoying husband…

Yeonjun was sitting at his desk, twirling a pen between his fingers while staring at Beomgyu.

Not working. Just staring.

Beomgyu sighed.
Bg: Hubby can u stop looking at me like that?. We're at work.

Yeonjun smirked, resting his chin on his hand.
Yj: You just.....look so delicious.

Beomgyu choked on his coffee.
Bg: What!—
He glared at him.

Yeonjun pushed his chair back and stood up, walking over to Beomgyu’s desk with slow, deliberate steps.

Yj: You didn't give me a proper morning kiss wifey.
Yeonjun purred, leaning down and trapping Beomgyu between his arms.

Beomgyu gulped.
Bg: Hubby pls. This is office.

Yeonjun smirked.
Yj: And?

Beomgyu’s cheeks burned as Yeonjun’s face got closer. His husband was way too bold.
Bg: Someone could—

Before Beomgyu could finish his sentence, Yeonjun’s lips brushed against his softly, barely a whisper of a kiss. Beomgyu froze, his breath catching.

Yj: Just one. I missed you.
Yeonjun murmured.

Beomgyu bit his lip. He was so weak for this man.

Bg: Fine just one.
he whispered back.

But Yeonjun didn’t stop.

He tilted Beomgyu’s chin up, deepening the kiss. Beomgyu gasped softly, grabbing onto Yeonjun’s shirt as his husband devoured him right there in the office.

The kiss grew hotter, Yeonjun pulling Beomgyu flush against him. Beomgyu’s legs felt weak, his body melting into the warmth of his husband’s embrace.

Just as Yeonjun’s hand slid down to Beomgyu’s legs, the worst thing happened.

The door BURST open.

Manager: Hey sir I have something new—

Their manager froze, eyes widening in horror as he took in the scene.

Yeonjun and Beomgyu immediately jerked away from each other, but it was too late—the damage was done.

Dead. They were dead.

The manager blinked rapidly, as if trying to erase the image from his brain.
Manager: I—uh—I—will—come back later okay?

Yeonjun, completely unbothered, cleared his throat and casually fixed Beomgyu’s tie.
Yj: No go ahead.

Beomgyu, face red as a tomato, slammed his head onto the desk.
Bg: I hate my life.

The manager sighed, rubbing his temples.
Manager: Sir with all due respect can u pls NOT make out in office.

Yeonjun smirked.
Yj: Why not?

The manager groaned.
Manager: I quit!