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.
Love in pieces, In fragments, Slowly and carefully. To love anyone as a whole takes time. It's more than possible If we keep forever in mind.
— Pierre jeanty
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Yeosang stared blankly at the mirror hung on the wall inside the frosted glass shower, fog nestled all over the pure glass from the steamy hot air, The shower-nozzle wildly open as water pours over him like a rainfall.
The amount of times he's tried, He can't get the look of Seonghwa's face out of his mind. The way his eyes, For some reason, Burnt with jealousy still has Yeosang thinking why he even decided to tell him about it in the first place. And when he thinks about it, He just shakes his head - And feels his heartbeat increase at the thought of having gotten the older male's attention.
It's not visible due to the foggy mirror - But he takes a blurry glimpse of the marks carpeting his neck in faded purples, One of them matching the scarlet of a rose he had picked up on his way home through tear-stained cheeks and the newly fresh experience of heartbreak.
The streets were tremendously murky, And the crowd wasn't as common - As if he were left alone in the darkness of the shield in the cruel world. It had already gotten dark, And he could hear his footsteps echoing through the empty alleyway as he could see nothing but darkness, And his own shadow that barely took place due to the terrible flickering light of the streetlamp, - Let alone the awful feeling in the pit of his stomach as he desperately took steps back to his apartment with wobbly legs.
Why had Seonghwa acted so worked up, When in reality - He acts like a jerk at times? And did he cry on the way back home? Could he, Perhaps... Have had a specific reason?
Due to the overthink, He had gotten pale - And a quick call was all it took to stay inside the comfortable walls of his apartment, Lying in bed and wrapping himself in cozy and warm blankets ; Hugging his angry bird plushie like it was the end of the world.
Closing his eyes, Deliberately ignoring the batch of emotions - He let the water rinse over him clean, And ran his hands up to his face, Diving his fingers into the damp locks of his silver hair. He threw his head back, And felt the urge to step backwards into the wall. A sensual moan escaped his lips when his back came in contact with the cold tiles, The sudden frigidity mingling with the his tremendously ablaze body as he stayed there for a moment, Letting himself cool down.
With a towel wrapped around the trickling soft hairs, He felt entirely new ; And with a delicate, Weary shrug - The bathrobe fell down, Standing there for a while, Naked, Letting the gentle air that sneaked inside the room through the slight crack of the blinded windows peck his body.
The sudden buzz of notifications popped up on the nightstand table, And messages after another took over - Catching his attention as his eyes darted to the bright screen of the phone. And when he checked, He wished he wouldn't have.
