Wedding Date (ON HOLD)

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An. 17.6.2020

Beam gets to his office and turns on his computer. He tries to work but he replays his date/meeting with Forth over and over. What had he done wrong? He wonders.

Beam is startled to hear a knock on his open door. He looks up to see Park, and rolls his teary eyes. "What?" he says wiping his eyes quickly.

"Everything ok? I was just here because I had a skype meeting with a company in Japan, you?" Park cautiously asked.

It wasn't unusual for Beam to be in this late, but he'd heard him storm in, and he was curious to know what was bothering him.

"I forgot a report I wanted to read tonight…" Beam attempts to come up with an excuse but the truth is he has none.

"What's going on Beam?" Park approaches him and sits across from his desk.

Beam ponders Park, his heart fresh from Forth's rejection, he sees Park for the first time. He's handsome, and he's always seemed to want him. He just went about expressing it in a really creepy weird annoying way.

When Beam doesn't answer Park gets up and runs to his office then comes back holding a huge bottle of tequila and two glasses.

"Whatever it is…this will make it better. Or at least make it bearable" Park said pouring him a glass.

Beam wordlessly takes the glass, they toast in silence and drink.

1 hour later:

"No no no, you totally stole that idea about shortening the Chaing Mai account from me!" Park drunkenly yells at Beam; he sounds angry but his face is smiling.

Beam clutches his chest to mock being shocked. "I would never Park" but he laughs.

They're spread out on his office couch, his legs in his lap as he leans back, letting the warm liquid slide down his throat. They are getting along for the first time and actually having decent conversation. Park rubs Beam's bare feet, "you have weird toes" he states examining his feet and laughing.

Beam laughs as well. "What? How so?" Park keeps rubbing his feet and softly pinches his pinky toe, "it's so small…like it barely exists" he drunkenly stats. They both laugh.

"What? Oh my goodness, Park do you have a thing for feet?" Beam asks, pouring the last of the bottle in his glass. He chugs the Tequila and leans back on the armrest.

Park laughs and continues to rub his feet, he leans over and places a kiss on his toes. Then Beam feels a certain part of Park on his feet.

"Park are you hard!?" Beam exclaims, a part of him wants to be grossed out by it, but he thinks its hilarious and he just wants to be reckless tonight.

Park shakes his head, his lips quirking up into a smirk. Beam removes his feet and pulls himself up on his knees. "So…you're not hard right now?" Beam slyly asks.

Park's breath hitches in his throat, sober him will never believe this.

Beam reaches over and runs his hands over Park's slacks, he feels his hard length, straining against his zipper.