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The one where he can't resist (KTH)

🌺I don't condone this type of thing, but MJ made me do it

"Miss Davidson," Hope was called, the speaker from her desk having gone off. Through the crackly feedback, she could recognize the baritone of a familiar voice. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing full well he was watching her on camera. She continues typing furiously on her keyboard, ignoring the insistence of her boss calling her. 

"I know you hear me," He bellowed in a low voice, mostly to avoid the attention of her co-workers in other cubicles, both employees on either side of her were notoriously nosy and never hesitated to spread gossip. If they were to obtain any knowledge about Hope being sent back to Mr. Kim's office for the first time in two weeks, the news would spread across the office like wild fire. 

"Don't think I won't call for you on the intercom." He warned, Hope continuing to ignore his threat. She kept herself busy, eager to finish work and head home as soon as she could. She didn't want to be in that office any longer than she had to be. And be damned if he tries to give her 'another assignment' or asks her to 'stay for overtime'. 

Met with her silence, he went quiet for a minute. She had hopes that he'd finally gotten the hint and decided to leave her alone. That is until she noticed his secretary Myunghee stood by her desk, bearing a couple of folders. Her presence was unmistakable considering how loud her heels always were. "Miss Davidson, Mr. Kim would like to see you in his office at once. Is your call button not working? He says he's been trying to reach you, but you weren't responding."

"All I heard was white noise." She muttered, mostly to herself, and luckily the secretary didn't catch it. But by now the entire office had its eyes set on her thanks to Myunghee. She waits for Hope to stand before placing the files in her arms, gesturing for her to follow her back to their boss's office. 

Hope sighed to herself and followed with reluctance, keeping her back straight and her poise maintained. She earned the usual stares from a few male co-workers, and little did they know Mr. Kim was not a very big fan of that kind of behavior, especially toward her. Their jobs were on the line if he so much as caught them looking down at her ass. Even for a second. He was very possessive.

She opened the door to his office, Mr. Kim already sat in front of his desk, legs extended before him and crossed at the ankle. He put on a gentle smile as he thanked Myunghee before she left, shutting the door tightly behind her. His eyes set onto Hope, narrowing at her. She did the same, "What do you want?" 

"You've been avoiding me." He stated the obvious, and by the shift of her body language he could tell she was guilty, despite her denial. 

She sets the folders she was given down onto a nearby shelf, "I've been busy. " She defended, folding her arms and shifting her weight to one hip. 

He chuckled dryly, standing up straight and pocketing his hands into his neat suit pockets. "Don't lie to me, alright? Just cut the shit. You know I have no tolerance for that." 

She scoffed, looking from his gaze to the floor, "Says you."

"What the hell are you on about?"

"I know you're married, Tae." She said firmly, fire in her eyes, which started to gleam with fury. "You have a lovely wife, a model. She wants a baby and you're about to celebrate your first anniversary next week! Congratulations! Should I have brought a gift?" She seethed. 

He sighs, his face defeated. "Hope-"

"Save it. Fucking save it. Why do you hide your marriage anyway? So you can lure idiots like me into sleeping with you?"

He sighed as she ranted, fuming. "How'd you find out?"

"It doesn't matter-"

"It does matter," he spat. "I hid my marriage for a reason, and whoever is out there telling the world is about to get their ass sued."