Kpop boyxboy/mpreg one shots

I'm not that Cruel Part 20 *Showki

I'm not that Cruel Part 20 *Showki

They were inches in proximity. The wheels of their chairs could not help but move them together so that if they dropped their hands to their sides, their hands would be touching.

This did not bother Hyungwon one bit. The AC directly above them masked the bit of sweat he was having, and it wasn't because Wonho, the hottest man he had ever seen, was next to him.  Matter of fact, despite the AC, Minhyuk's room was always hotter than the cubicles. Times like this made him glad that he didn't have a small room even if Minhyuk did get paid a little bit more. Just slightly.

Moving on the rambling of the room, Hyungwoon focused on Wonho. The man was right in front of him smirking and positioning his arm on top of the chair so that his body was turned to Hyungwoon instead of facing the desk. Wonho had the nerve to wear his dress shirt with the two top buttons unbutton and untuck from his pants.

Hyungwoon lowered his eyes at him, pretending as if he wasn't totally checking him out and imagining what he would look like without the shirt on.

"I'm waiting for my kiss." Wonho slowly leaned into Hyunwoon, only stopping before his lips, close enough that Hyungwoon could feel Wonho's breath over his neck.

Hyungwoon squinted his eyes and pursed his lips, shaking his head to indicate he was not going to kiss him. "over your dead body."

"C'mon, babe, I want to be shut up with your lips."

For one second he wanted to slap the man in front of him with a hard swap of his hand that would leave a red spot on Wonho's cheek. He had forgotten that he was angry at him.

That cockiness. But his lips. And that smile he was boring right now.

"And if I do, will you leave this room, and pretend we never talked?" He came closer to Wonho, their eye levels about the same, so close that they only could do was stare at their eyes.

Hyungwoon moved his tie. It was so tight on him.  The suffocating feeling was ruining his moment of staring at a pair of brown eyes that bore confidence and was lusting over him. There was something about the man in front of him. He didn't look like a bad person; he didn't look like the guy who came with a mission of spying on Kihyun and Shownu and reporting back to Shownu's father.

Hyungwoon wanted to see beyond the stare. He wanted to know why the man was in front of him lusting and pretending to distract him from the real question that has been formulating in his mind: Is he what Shownu claims him to be? A spy?

Wonho smirked. "There's no promises. The heart desires what the heart desires."

What? He can't be serious. This was the problem. His body was not getting the alarming response. Before he could mentally react, he physically smiled and barely touched Wonho's lips," What does your heart desire?"

"This heart desires to know what is happening right this minute."

Hyungwoon pulled apart. He had this voice before. It did not belong to Wonho.

Minhyuk. Shit.

He was so screwed. With the worry of being yelled at, Hyungwoon slowly turned his neck to look at Minhyuk.

He was so right. Minhyuk was seething. He was holding a notebook by his side and glasses. He wasn't even looking at Wonho, only to him.

"It's not like what it looks like." Hyungwoon jumped out of his seat. He chuckled, " he had an eyelash stuck on his eye and he wanted me to take it out."

"He's good at taking eyelashes out," Wonho kept going with the lie.

Hyungwon wanted to scold Wonho for making it worse. Minhyuk wasn't buying this lie and they both knew it.