Antithesis

Amoral

The second month as the GM of JYP Enterprise was much more in contrast compared to the first month. Ever since he had accepted Jinyoung's offer, he had noticed the immediate difference in his workload and work distribution. He finally felt like he was doing his work as a GM and had not returned to his internship days when he was sent to all sorts of departments of the odd jobs.

Most of his work now included holding meetings with clients along with the CEO and directors, approving plans before it was being suggested to the CEO, solve problems which were actually relevant and needed supervision. Right now, he could feel his position as the GM in the office and his ability to authorize had finally been accepted by the employees.

He could only wish that matters were just as perfect for everything else.

Right now Jaebum was in Jinyoung's car on his way to a hotel where the younger had a meeting with some of the directors. He had received a text which stated that Jinyoung wished to see him after work hours, for which he had to apologize to his wife for coming home late. Of course, she understood the importance of work and compromised without a complaint, but his brain refused to believe this as something one could call work.

Even though it was an offer he was being paid for; he couldn't accept it as something appropriate he could forgive himself for easily giving into.

"I am here to see Park Jinyoung." Jaebum informed the receptionist of the hotel, who was a foreign woman, most likely French. It was a five-star hotel so Jaebum expected nothing less.

"May I have your name and ID please?" She asked, quite fluently in Korean. It was better than most native speakers.

"Lim Jaebum." He informed as he provided her with his ID. As soon as she had confirmed the identity, he was handed a key card for a hotel room. She supervised him to the elevator and informed him of the floor number for the hotel room. He thanked her before pressing the floor number. He tapped his foot gently on the elevator floor as he waited to reach the forty-eighth floor.

Since he had the key card, he didn't knock on the door but directly entered the room. Well, after a few minutes of effort that is. Hotel key cards were a struggle to insert. You had to put the key in a certain way and then twist the door before or after or even after taking off the key. In Jaebum's opinion, there should be a whole diploma for it.

The room was completely dark, slightly illuminated by the large windows faced towards the center of the city. He placed his office bag on a loveseat and walked towards the window. It was a phenomenal sight with the room being completely quiet. He could see tiny heads working or running around in the office buildings, televisions were being watched by the people at home and the large flashy advertisements of shopping malls made the city look alive.

There were so many souls living for their daydream struggles. Jaebum wondered how many souls knew what it was like to be in his position and how many people were struggling beyond his understanding.

He suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a chin placed on his shoulder. "I see you like the room." Jinyoung stated, his voice almost as quiet as a whisper.

"Not as much anymore." Jaebum replied bitterly.

Jinyoung without making any further comments pushed Jaebum on the bed. The elder sighed, asking Jinyoung to at least give him the time to take off his coat but the younger couldn't care about his requests. Jinyoung straddled Jaebum with the room still dark. His hands desperately traveled along Jaebum's chest, torso and thighs, as if he were searching for something valuable. Jinyoung's breath was heavy and his moves seemed much more urgent compared to their times before.

"Are you drunk?" Jaebum asked so gently pushing Jinyoung to study his face, who immediately dodged the question by beginning to nibble his ears. Jaebum sighed inwardly; he knew there was no point asking him such a question in the first place. He just needed to comply with whatever Jinyoung wished.

Jaebum squeezed his eyes shut when the Jinyoung began to create friction between their manhoods. His hands were once again longing to get a hold of Jinyoung's body as the pleasure began to boil. The younger began to unbutton Jaebum's t-shirt and pulled off his tie with sloppy hands. Jaebum noticed that Jinyoung had a signature scent which would attach itself wherever his presence would be.