❝I can use my hands for more than just typing, boss.❞
❝Your desk is crowded, like my pants. Why don't you get rid of them both, mmm?❞
Kim Namjoon, the wealthiest man in Seoul, owns one of the richest businesses in Korea. Kim Seokjin is a stripper t...
While having lunch, Jin began to slack off on the computer that was set on his desk, which was meant to be used for work purposes only, but the man couldn't resist the temptation of searching up his social media for just a simple minute.
As his mind slowly sank into the internet, melting his problems away the moment he opened his Twitter page, Jin forgot about everything in the span of five minutes.
Ignoring his surroundings and those around him.
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"I didn't know you had Twitter." He spilled his drink over his crotch when a deep voice appeared behind him.
"M-m-mister Kim! I'm sorry, I really didn't know lunch break was over already." Jin tensed up, staring at the calm man in front of him.
"That's because there's still five minutes left, Secretary Kim." The older man just sat up straight, minding the pain in his back.
"Ah, I see." Namjoon's silence reminded Jin of the previous thing Namjoon had told him, switching his lightbulb back on.
"Oh, and about my social media... This is my Twitter account, sir."
He blushed as Namjoon leaned his head over him to get a closer look at the computer screen in front of him.
The urge to press the man's head against his lap to caress him and inhale his scent was driving Jin crazy.
What more did that man want than to have Namjoon in his arms.
It wasn't a mission to him at this point, it was an obsession.
"Godly Seok?" Namjoon began laughing.
"Man! I wish I was this clever with my usernames. All that mine says is Real Kim Namjoon which sounds pretty basic and boring."
Jin disagreed with his boss, bringing his mood up by telling him just how creative his username was.
"It's okay. I've been meaning to change that old thing anyways, but I just don't have any ideas for a name. Can you give me one?"
"I'll have to charge you for that." Jin spoke, bending over the desk.
"No one does anything for free, Secretary Kim. It's quite understandable. What do you want in return?" Namjoon asked, pulling the checkbook out of his pocket.
"A raise." The older replied, adjusting his necktie.
Namjoon didn't get the hint, and took it too serious.
"I don't usually give a raise to my workers in their second day in this job. I thought that your paycheck was enough. I guess I was wrong." His boss was dumbfounded.
"Oh, and you are wrong, sir." Jin winked.
"The type of raise that I want from you is different." Everything became silent.
