Good Morning, Park Ji Min!

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Good morning, Park Ji Min!

        I couldn't help noticing that you were upset yesterday. I hope it was not my fault. I would rather walk through the rivers of Hades than cause you any pain. I also saw you at the cafe with your boyfriend after work. I believe he is the reason for your dissatisfaction. No, I'm not saying that in some sick attempt to make you desire me or leave him. I mean it sincerely. You looked like you were so detached from the conversation, from him, that you were ready to run. You looked almost like you were waiting for something. Or, perhaps, someone? Since when does Park Ji Min need a knight in shining armor? I watched you slam that guy up against the wall in the break room when he tried to kiss you. I was going to help, but you didn't need it. You can take care of yourself. Even if you don't need a knight to save you and treat you like a prince, you deserve it. My confession today is going to center upon what I believe you deserve.

        You deserve a man who will take care of you by helping you take care of yourself. A man who realizes that you are a precious jewel worthy of protection, but not desperate for it. A man who will assist with reaching whatever goal you set for yourself, even if it's something trivial like eating one less slice of cake than you ate last birthday. You deserve a man who will dance and sing with you in embarrassing places at inopportune times. A man who will adore your spirit and your soul as much as your body and face. Speaking of your stunning face, you deserve a man who will appreciate it. A man who will gaze into your eyes lovingly. A man who will kiss your beautiful lips until your head swims and your body aches with desire. A man who will pin you to the bed and take you until you are a stuttering, flustered mess who doesn't know his own name.

        Call it a hunch, Park Ji Min, but I believe that your sexual preferences are a little less boring than the average man. I won't judge you, though. We share the same secret. Does your boyfriend know? I'm envious enough thinking that he's the one making love to you. I don't know that I could handle it if he was doing to you what I long to do. Oh, how I'd love to be the man to grab you by your throat, slam you against a wall, and fuck you until your body goes numb and all you can do is scream my name. Unfortunately for me, I cannot do the things I wish to do. I'm sorry that my intentions with you are not as pure as they first appeared. I absolutely worship the ground you walk on, but I also want to tie you up and hear you beg for more. Or for mercy, depending on how I feel. At this juncture, I have either intrigued you or completely disgusted you. This time, however, I want you to let me know. Please leave me a note and tell me if you want me to continue. If you say yes, I'll tell you about a fantasy of mine involving you. If you say no, I will leave you alone. I eagerly await your reply.

Impatiently yours,

G

        Ji Min held the letter with shaky hands. How could G have possibly known about his secret? No one knows that he's submissive and likes rough sex. Not Ho Seok, not Jeong Guk, no one. It is one of the reasons he's been so unhappy for the last few months. Ho Seok has no interest in what Ji Min wants sexually. They talked about sexual preferences and Ji Min was glad that he let his boyfriend go first. It saved him the embarrassment of having to admit what he liked when Ho Seok was not interested in the same things. That's why it was better for Ji Min to let him think he didn't care about sex. How could he tell his boyfriend that he hates their sex life and is completely unsatisfied with what they do?

         When Ji Mi arrived at the lunch table, Jeong Guk was already there. Ji Min sighed playfully. "Tell me you didn't wake up early just to make my favorite meal."

"Okay, I won't tell you. Something is wrong with you, Mochi. Before we talk about it, I want you to grab some food and we can start off with a lighter topic. How was your day so far? How did you sleep? Did you get another letter? Simple stuff like that."

"My day has been boring. I didn't sleep at all last night." Ji Min hesitated to tell Jeong Guk about the letter, but eventually did. "G did write me another letter."

        Jeong Guk noticed the trepidation. "Don't tell me he did something to upset you. I'll track him down and kick his ass if he did."

"See for yourself." Ji Min reluctantly handed over the letter.

"Is he right about you?" Jeong Guk asked quietly when he was finished. Ji Min noddedly shyly.

"Aww... my kinky little Mochi!" The taller man grabbed him and hugged him tightly.

"You don't think it's weird?"

"Not at all. When have I ever judged you or thought less of you? Does Ho Seok know?"

"No, I never told him. He's not into it and I was too uncomfortable to tell him after he talked about how weird all of that stuff is."

        Jeong Guk nodded and hid the letter when he saw Yun Ki. "We'll talk tonight, Mochi." He whispered.

"Sorry I'm a little late. My manager would not shut up. What's with all the food? Could you not sleep again, Ji Min?"

"Bun Bun made my favorite meal to cheer me up. I'm very unhappy that he missed out on sleep, but he hasn't made kimchi ramen, beef bulgogi, and stir-fried lotus root since my birthday. Don't tell my mom, Jeonggukie, but I think yours tastes better than hers."

        A wide smile spread across Jeong Guk's face and he laughed. "I'm actually having lunch with her tomorrow. I'll be sure to leave that part out."

"Why wasn't I invited?" Ji Min said with his hand on his hip.

"We thought you'd be busy with Ho Seok. Since we're spending the night together, you can come with me and surprise her. It's been three months since she's seen you. She keeps reminding me when we talk on the phone."

"You eat lunch with Ji Min's mom without him?" Annoyance was written on Yun Ki's face.

"We meet halfway between Seoul and Busan once a month." Jeong Guk said innocently.

"I don't care what Hope says, you two are not just normal friends. I'm going to figure this shit out."

         Ji Min stood up and stared Yun Ki in the eyes. He let out all of his frustrations from this morning on his friend. "Keep digging, Yun Ki. There's no secret truth. Gukie is my everything and I'm his. I've never tried to hide that. I'm sick of your fucking attitude. I keep telling you that he doesn't feel anything for me, but you won't fucking listen. I'm going back to my desk because I have shit to do. Bun Bun, my house, the second you get of work. Friday night number six, no excuses."

"I don't think number six is the best idea, Jiminie. But, if it's what you want, we can." Ji Min stormed off towards his desk.

"I don't know what you did, but you fucked up." Jeong Guk said to Yun Ki dryly.

"What do you mean?"

"He asked for Friday night number six."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Basically, he wants to go home and get so drunk that he sleeps the whole day tomorrow."

"I thought he doesn't drink."

"He doesn't. That's why I'm saying you fucked up." Jeong Guk said in an annoyed tone.

        Yun Ki looked at Jeong Guk with serious eyes. "You can't get drunk with him. Remember what happened last time?"

        A small chuckle escaped Jeong Guk's lips as he met Yun Ki's gaze. "There is no universe in which I would take advantage of Park Ji Min when he is drunk. Anything that Ji Min and I have ever done or will ever do was done completely sober."