New job, New boss.
Yeosang's taste in men isn't always wholesome - But the handsome man he meets makes him rethink, And the boundary between the boss and his secretary slowly leads to something more.
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With the buzz of the alarm ringing off - yeosang almost jumped off the bed in fear, plopping back on the bed right after on his stomach and face buried into the pillow with a bit of the covers barely covering his body. Too tired to move an inch, he unconsciously moves his hand and smacks the material, resulting in it falling to the ground and shutting up fast.
Just when he thought he could go back to sleeping again, he felt a huge giant's weight hurl up to his, bucking up his hips to get wooyoung off him who seemed just too comfortable lying on top of him.
"Get off, serpent." He groaned, blindly smacking wooyoung's tummy with his elbow which was already crashing his back already.
"Hmm, no."
Moody, yeosang rolled over, - causing wooyoung to fall on his back to the barely available space on the bed. Stretching out, wooyoung tiredly rubbed his eyes as he stood still and rested his unconscious head on his palm, to which his head kept falling down and down making just enough room for yeosang to start complaining.
"Why the heck are you in my bed?" Yeosang shifted on a sitting position with legs crossed, looking at the younger in disgust and disdain. Really wooyoung was a pain the ass.
Sometimes, yeosang starts questioning his life choices. When did he meet wooyoung, how did he and Wooyoung become friends for so long? Hell, why did he even become wooyoung's friend in the place?
"I had a wet dream," wooyoung mumbled drowsily, making yeosang raise an eyebrow as he listened carefully. "San was stretching me out with his long, sexy slender fingers." He made a circle with his thumb and ring finger as he brought his other forefinger, shoving it into the hole making yeosang jerk and throw a pillow at him - bringing him back to reality from dreamland.
Having enough, yeosang rolls his eyes. "Ew stop, I don't want to hear about another disgusting sex-story." He stood up on his feet and grabbed the little clock on the table, squinting his eyes to get a clearer view of the material.
Realization quickly hits him in the chest, shooting his eyes open in a second as he screeched - making wooyoung scream along as the room filled with their shrieks.
"WE ARE FUCKING LATE!" Yeosang jerked off, rushing towards the bathroom and locking the door. Wooyoung was at it too, but being the slow runner he was; yeosang occupied the bathroom first.
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Being late.
This is something that Park Seonghwa deals with a lot by now - his throat fuming as he stares deadly at the two males in front of him, stuffing his hands in his pockets in pure offense.
