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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The afternoon was cloudy, And all windows were closed - Making it hard for the pent-up air around the room to immigrate in and out. The clouds had confined the sky like large dots of cotton candy as it had covered the beauty of the sunshine. After all the paperwork, Yeosang finally turned and sighed at the mess he'd made, Papers were scattered all the way down from the desk to the ground like white carpeted floors. With a growl - He moved from the chair, And started accumulating the papers, Shaking the dust off them as he placed them back on the black desk.
A knock on the door interrupted him from his work-wise routine, And the room was suddenly quiet - Making it hard for Yeosang's mind to concentrate. There was another knock on the door, On the road to the third in a row as he froze with papers still in hand and pen ready to explore. Who could distract him in this ungodly hour of working?
On the fourth knock the door swung open, And Yeosang froze.
A woman with rounded glasses and a pink purse in hand, The other holding his phone as if she had made a last phone call with it. Much to Yeosang's dismay, She had already sat down on a chair, And the second her mouth slotted open - Yeosang knew he wasn't going to get a minute of sleep tonight. With her presence, She had already set down a shadow upon his visual, And he found himself sink deep into the tremendous eyes of hers.
"So... Yeosang, I heard you're working for the prince of youth. How much does he hand you to get you laid?"
Hearing his name sent chills down Yeosang's spine, And he stiffened - Putting up an expression of disgust as he tried to stay calm. The voice was still the same horrifying, Heart-quickening darkness as he remembers back in his childhood days when he'd soaked himself and get beat up for it. The hair, The face, The personality... Everything is still the same it had been three years back.
"... Why are you here?" Came the late but coherent response, Digging his nails into the smooth black fabric of his thigh.
"Don't play me, You know exactly why," She spat, Grabbing her glasses and keeping them in her hold as her eyes were back up to meet Yeosang's expressionless ones. "You are a big moron, Really, Son. You thought with leaving a letter, And packing your ingredients - You'd be free?"
Yeosang just stayed silent, Eating himself on the inside as the grip on his flesh tightened. His eyes stared directly through her black ones, And he still could sense the dark spell she'd put him under hiding beneath those strong and fearless eyeballs.
"Do you think the taste of freedom is like a sip of champagne, Son? So easy, Yet so bitter?" She then asked, With a tone so sweet, So brainwashing - Toxic lies hidden underneath the surface of her throat like blunt thorns digging into Yeosang's nerves.
"Don't you misdo me with that venomous tongue of yours!" Yeosang snapped, Slamming his hand down on the glossy surface of the desk, And his eyes followed the woman's as she studied every movement carefully. "If you think i am still that slim kid you'd beat up over five dollars in the morning, Or if you believe i am - Check yourself! You are the moron for still thinking the same..."
"I can't believe how your demeanor's changed in years... You were practically that little kid who used to be bullied in school, And came back to mama in the evening through red eyes and puffy cheeks. That is really vague, Yeosang, Especially for some disgusting bug like you who don't know how the world works."
"What are you trying to say?" Yeosang sneers, Determined to keep his cool although he could already feel his legs start shaking in place. "That i am a gay whore? That i am not the same slave anymore you used to treat like shit back in high school? I was not the one who pled you to disown me..."
"And i was not the one to sin by bringing you into this dark world," She smiles, And her words bit like a snake's tongue as Yeosang felt his insecurities get the best of him. "Think about it. You have the opportunity not everyone has, And you should take advantage of it."
"Are you saying i should take advantage of his trust?" Yeosang asked in disbelief, Scooting his chair closer to make sure he didn't hear wrong. Her face was bathing in the most dangerous smirk, As if she had already set up everything in her mind.
"That's power. If you don't use it, You'll get used." She quoted, And reached for a plain white paper that had been resting on the desk earlier, Making a paper plane out of it as Yeosang just stared at her in confusion. "What is this?" She asked, Gesturing towards the woody material in hand.
"A paper plane."
She hummed, And she threw away the plane causing hit to land on the ground like a wasted piece of wood - And softly, the paper started unfolding slowly, Until it lied back on the ground like the dainty paper it had been before, With some wrinkles on the middle and each side, Representing exactly her next message.
"If you do not take advantage, Love, Then you'd end up descending, Just like this paper plane." She looked at him straight in the eyes, And when she saw tears glistening in the corner of his eyes - She was ready to let him be. "So think, Darling. Otherwise, Not just anyone, But you won't have yourself left, Either."
With slow and calculated steps, Yeosang was once again left alone in the steamy room - Grabbing his head with both of his hands as he takes a glimpse of the paper lying on the ground like a dead body. With each glance, The words the woman, Or his mother to be exact let out earlier echoes throughout his mind, And every cell slowly throbs.
