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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"Stupid flies!" Yeosang protests, Waving his hands in the air in an attempt to stop the flies from landing on the desk, The papers, And most important of all - His precious face.
At one point, The Insect landed back a bunch of papers on the side of the desk, And Yeosang was quick to wave his hand through it, Causing the insect to fly away - And the papers to scatter all around the room.
"You've got to be kidding me..." Yeosang whispered to himself, Letting out a deep sigh before the door to his room was opened, Coming in a giggly and smiley Wooyoung.
"Hey th- What's with here?"
"Nothing," Yeosang leaned back on the chair and used his index finger to rub his temple, "Nothing..."
"Are you sure? You don't seem to look fine." Wooyoung insisted, Walking towards his best friend and looking at him curiously.
"Quite the opposite, Actually," Yeosang says, Scrunching his nose and positioning himself on his elbow on the desk, Feeling all wilt - Looking up at Wooyoung and noticing their differences. He seemed happy, Comfortable, And perfect with his work while he himself was on the verge of dying.
"Why? Something not going as planned?" Wooyoung then asks, And with a nod by the latter - He didn't go into more. "Whatever it may be, There's always a way out, You know," Wooyoung pulled out the box of fried chicken that he had been hiding behind his back earlier, The sight enough for Yeosang's face to brighten and Hop off the chair to snatch it from his hands.
"You loser, I totally forgot about lunch," Yeosang pulls out a chicken leg and munches on it, Looking at Wooyoung with a pout on his face. "I'm starving, No cap."
"Yeah, If it wasn't for me. Anyway, If i'd start off, I'd go to the straight point Seonghwa hasn't been treating you properly."
"Serves you for always being so right," Yeosang said, Clutching the chicken leg with a look of exaggeration on his face. "I can't figure him out, Really. Like one day he's okay, But then complains and... Whatever, Just leave it as It's."
"I'd call that a mood swing," Wooyoung teases, His body tensing up the very second he received a death glare coming from the older male. "But hey, Why don't you try getting on his soft side?"
"No."
"I predicted that, But okay."
Yeosang just brushed it off and dug his hands into the food, bringing it to his mouth more than required. Through the rest of the meal, He would think about Wooyoung's words. It's true, Seonghwa can be a jerk at times, But could he be the same outside the gray door, Shimmering ground, and Fancy building, Too?
