No more masks: Pulling out your safety pin

Put It On Part 2

He changed at lightning speed, planning to corner Moon Young before his shift started. But as soon as he got out of the locker room, he was called to help one of the doctors with a patient in the padded room. By the time he was done, he checked his watch to see that it was almost time for her fairytale class to start.

He walked upstairs to the recreation room, where the furniture needed to be rearranged into a makeshift classroom prior to the class. Moon Young wasn't there yet, but his fellow caregiver, Oh Cha Young, was. Cha Young was rostered on to set up and monitor the class today, and so he had started moving the furniture around.

Gang Tae walked into the classroom, deciding that he was going to ask Cha Young for a favour. Cha Young owed him quite a few, and today was his last day after all.

"Oh Cha Young," he said firmly, not willing to take no for an answer. "Can we swap duties? I'll oversee this class today, you can give the patients in Rooms 5 to 9 their medicines."

Cha Young looked up from a chair he was moving, startled by the stern tone of his usually gentle senior. "Oooh, are you trying to ogle your girlfriend on your last day of work, sunbae? Can't bear to stay away?" he teased. "Look at you, all crazy in love."

Gang Tae gave Cha Young his coldest stare, praying that he wasn't turning red, because "ogling" — or, as he preferred, "observing" — Moon Young was precisely the reason he wanted to oversee the class.

Also, there was no way in hell that Oh Cha Young was getting to just stand here and look at his girlfriend in that tiny dress for the duration of the class. He had seen how the younger man gaped silently at Moon Young whenever she was near him. What if ... what if Cha Young stared at her legs and accidentally saw more than he should ever see? That dress she was wearing today was precariously short, all she needed to do was bend a little to give everyone a show.

Gang Tae knew he was being irrational, getting rid of Cha Young from the room wouldn't really make a difference. There were a bunch of male patients in her class too. Her flimsy underwear felt heavy in his pocket. But setting up the class gave him a moment alone with Moon Young for him to talk some sense into her. How could she go around without her underwear on? She was going to be the death of him.

Thankfully, Cha Young got the message, deciding wisely not to tease Gang Tae further. He gave Gang Tae a salute and left the room. As if on cue, Moon Young entered the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Ya."Gang Tae walked over to her. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Take .... this back and go put it back on." He patted his pocket, where her g-string was currently hidden. He had taken a good look in the locker room, his mind racing with images of her in them. How were garments like these even legal? He could barely function.

She closed the distance between them until they were inches apart.

"Help me put it on," she said. "It won't take long."

"Are you out of your mind?!" he whispered, eyes flitting between her and the door. "Put it on."

"It's your last day here, don't you want to have some fun before you go?" she said, laying a finger on his chest and sliding it down. "I've had so many fantasies of you in this uniform."

His stomach dropped at the hunger in her voice, his brain finally registering what she was implying. "You — you want t-to... here..." he stammered.

"Out with a bang, as they say," she said, lowering her voice to a pitch that drove him wild. He was frozen in place as her hand moved further down, to brush his crotch. He was getting hard. "Let me be your bomb."