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 warm air plays around with Yeosang's face, And the strands of his hair are thrown back with force by the breeze as he's running in the streets, His coat almost falling off his shoulders as his shirt underneath is being pulled, Two buttons opening at once.
Going to a club is not new for Yeosang, Especially an octagon club as he's being dragged by his sleeve by Wooyoung's strong arms, And no matter how much he declined because he still had paperwork to do - The younger male stayed persistent, And pushed him inside the big smoky-aired club as if he was a pet.
Not even a minute later, San and Wooyoung's tongues were already down each other's throats as they were kissing, The sounds of their smooching causing Yeosang to almost throw up - And shoving them to the nearest corner to get rid of the impure noises ruining his night.
It was already chaotic - Lips flooded with drinks and fingers intertwined in hairs, Bodies moving uncontrollably to the beat of the song as people absentmindedly moved their lips on one another's. It felt as if he couldn't breathe by the large crowd, And he ended up bumping into some people - Mumbling a quiet 'sorry' before he decided to sit on one of the stalls and stay still. The air was steamy, And it was a lot hotter inside that he had imagined it to be. Even though he'd been to clubs a lot of times, It feels nothing but new.
His gaze fixated wholly on the scene in front of him, And with a slow, Tired motion - He unbuttoned the last few buttons of his coat before he threw put it under him, Sitting back up with arms crossed and ears bleeding as the loud music did nothing but sent chills down his spine, Noticing how everything looks the same as it had been four years back.
Before he knew it - He had already ordered a strong drink, Suddenly feeling the urge to get his mind off all those horrible nightmares that darkened his whole life. The strong, Bitter liquid landed on the tip of his tongue, And it was all swallowed in one gulp, - In hopes to get rid of the misery that he had been so painfully writhing for four years.
The way he was pushed against the walls, And letting the lonely cocks force into his mouth as he sucked - How he let the leather belts tighten around his neck, Throat burning endlessly the day after as he'd found himself in nearly all of the soft beds in this torturing place, Feeling no soft but thorns digging onto the skin of his back, - Moans confining the whole room as he was on top of the smooth artificial mattresses, Begged to be taken harder.
Head spinning and body swaying subconsciously to the rhythm of the song - His vision was blocked by a familiar face he knew all too well. Immediately, He didn't hesitate to cup the cheeks in front of him, And let his fingertips leave burning traces on the jaw he'd used to kiss beastly.
"Hello, Pretty," The stranger had crouched down on his knees, Lips curled upwards into a luring smirk, And he puts his hand on Yeosang's waist. "You're still the same pretty angel i used to meet here, Aren't you?"
