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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Hands stuffed in pockets and head tilted, Yeosang looks down from the glassy window that held the fascinating view of the crowded city in front of him in the early morning of July, - And his eyes fixate perfectly on the sight. Busy, Rapid - Enthusiastic people walk side-by-side, Enjoying their morning coffees and chitchats. The air fights with the tree branches and they languidly danced left to right, When the ray of the sun radiated it's yellow spark on his hair, And a strand lets free - Falling in front of his eye, - And does he bother to tuck it behind his ear.
Two months of working as Seonghwa's secretary has been going great, - And sometimes tough. The older male's never ceased to amaze Yeosang - So if by his looks, personality traits, Deep voice - Or just himself.
Some things did rile him up, Like when Seonghwa spilled coffee on his suit on purpose - And scolding him how it was his fault for blocking his way. Or the times when he would embarrass him for having dust on his clothes, Or for being friends with such a loud person named Jung Wooyoung.
The only thing that impacts his brain at the moment is the sound of the doorknob creaking - And turns his head to locate the source of the sound. And there, The door creaks open, And the boss comes in with a straight face, - Hands behind his back as he approaches smaller male, Who just stares at him getting closer. Eventually, Seonghwa stands still beside Yeosang, And a thick tension is pent-up, None giving in to be the initiative individual to start a conversation.
With one easy motion, Seonghwa flings the single square-glass of the small window just inches upper the bigger one open, And the gentle breeze soon joins ; The morning noises and the sound of the air are more clear, And the silence that begins to take over is comfortable.
"Korea, The city of beauty and nature - Peace and freedom." Seonghwa breaks the silence, Voice gentle and words punctuated with passion, - Sounding as eloquent as ever.
"Yeah," Yeosang whispers, Although not really paying attention to the older's perspective - And his eyes focused on a couple walking through the side of the road instead, With the man's arm hung around the woman's shoulder, And they seemed to be happy - They seemed to be in love.
"I can feel you thinking," Seonghwa then says, Keeping his head in place while he subconsciously notices Yeosang's stare on him.
"H-how?"
"How I knew you were thinking?" Seonghwa chuckles - And moves closer to said window while his eyes trail a bunch of people crossing the street, Hands still behind his back as he plays with his rings. "You want an answer to that, Yeosang?"
