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.
Tell me pretty lies Look me in the face Tell me that you love me Even if it's fake 'Cause I don't fucking care, at all
— Blackbear - idfc
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"Not is Jisung the prettiest person ever; But also the cutest, Especially when he wakes up, And when he eats with those squishy cheeks of his, It is hard not to admire. How his eyes always sparkle when he smells the flowers i buy for him and the times his cheeks turn crimson when i compliment him..."
Yeosang watched as Minho's eyes sparkled while talking about his boyfriend, And felt himself smile a little. If that was the hardest thing to do at the moment, He sure knew there always was a way to forget about life conflicts... Even if it was just for a small amount of time.
Days of living with the guilt that had eaten him up, Yeosang let his cheek rest in the palm of his hands while pretending to be listening to the ongoing conversations shared by the presence of his friends in the closed room. His mind keeps drifting back to the day Seonghwa had pained him with his words, - And how he had ashamed himself by running away, Too scared and powerless to face the truth.
"I mean, I am not saying Jisung is the most adorable squirrel ever, But that's exactly what i am saying." The rant of the brunette finished by raising his hands in surrender, And the lonely room was soon filled with laughter and warmth - Yeosang sure enjoyed the company of his friends.
"By the way, There is a new gay club opened down the arcade. I was thinking of going, And maybe if any of you wanted to, Too? I don't want to be all alone." Jongho said with a wave of hands, And the laughter died down - Replaced with surprised, Intrigued gasps.
Tonight was sure going to be a lovely disaster...
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Excuses weren't one to work tonight. Yeosang's sentence was cut off midway by Wooyoung's loud screeches of protest. And when he was being dragged by the collar of his sweatshirt towards the closet like a puppeteer, - Almost ending up throttled, With Layers of makeup disguising his face - He didn't complain.
Minutes later, He'd found himself in front of the door of an array of flickering lights; Yellow, White, And purples flicking with one another violently as it shone through his eyeballs - Face kissed continuously by shades of rainbow fluorescence. Outside the property was white pretty stairs, And people sliding off the railings like little kids - The drunkness around the atmosphere clearly radiating. But there was no running away, He was going to get tipsy later.
"What's with that blank face?"
The question was shot at his face as soon as he sat down, And when he looked up - His mouth parted a little. Although he had taken a few shots already, He recognized the voice smoothly - Strands of faded purples thrown back by gel, And the frown he'd been on the receiving end of multiple times.
"Hongjoong? Oh, Long time no see." Yeosang smiled drunkly, Which then turned into a wide grin as the older petted his hair. And he didn't protest when it was messed up - Knowing he was secretly enjoying the affection he was getting. The lavender really hadn't changed a bit, And talking to him made him forget about the rough minute he had back at Seonghwa's office the past few days.
As time passed by, The crowd grew larger - And Yeosang soon forgot about his surroundings. The colorful lights inside the booth reflected on his face, And he closed his eyes, - Ignoring the loud music in the background and humming silently to a melody in his brain to forget about the ache in his chest.
"You won't believe what i just heard!" A blatant squeak was enough for Yeosang to leave the worlds of fantasy, And with tried eyes - He turned his head to meet the a pair shiny ones - The perfect opposite of his own. "Apparently, There is a guy that had been visiting the club since it was built, And by the guesses of it - He is one attractive man... A very good one to hook up with!"
Instead of actually giving a proper answer, Yeosang's head spun on his own - And when he was met Hongjoong's careless eyes, - He sure knew he wasn't the only one that had lost interest in sex. Lately, All he could think about was how he was left out during the sunset his heart was on his sleeve, Crushed. His body heated up in the flames of anxiety when he was hit on with words that could have never hurt more. And it goes on - The madness struck within him as he his fingers trail down the shimmering glass of wine in front of him, And brings it to his mouth.
And sure enough, It felt amazing.
"We are not two-dollar hookers, Wooyoung," Hongjoong emphasized through gritted teeth, And slammed his own glass of whiskey down on the table to be the center of attention. "You can go, Though, No one is getting on your way tonight."
"No way! I have a boyfriend, You pervert."
"And, Like i told you, Yunho and i are getting somewhere... So no strippers are needed, Not for me at last."
"That's nice, You are going to marry one rich man," Yeosang mocked as he moved his glass forward, And Hongjoong took the hint - Pouring drink into the glass as it brimmed to the edge of dripping. "As for me, I could never reach that path."
Shot by shot, Yeosang let go of his worries and millions of doubts. But right in this moment, He is nowhere near seeing the man he'd been craving to see all week - Despite being avoided hundreds of times, A spark of hope within his chest is at it's level of brightness.
"Guys... I think that's him!"
His shoulder was nudged by an arm, Even though the loud music had repressed his ears, They did not fail to take note of the soft sounds of footsteps meeting with the marbles of the floor. In a brief stare, A few feet away from him stood a tall, Raven figure - Dressed in all black with a trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat, Wearing a mask that had covered his whole face except for the eyes.
Although the strength of the liquid had already taken over him, And the bitter taste of it on the tip of his tongue stayed in place - Unable to melt. It took him a little while to adjust his vision, Weary eyes squinting in the darkness due to the pressure his fingers held whilst scratching them. However, The very second it happened, It was like a switch took a gigantic flip - And his eyes widened in shock, Heart pounding in his chest as if it could come out any time.
The eyes that were staring back at him in the distance seemed too familiar, As if he had seen them somewhere before. He batted his eyelashes to make sure he wasn't seeing things just by a couple of drinks - But the menacing smirk that embroidered the taller's face as he shot a wink to his direction was all enough evidence that he was not imagining things. This was real, And he freaked out.
"I-I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back..." He said as he stood up on his jelly-like legs, And barely got a response out of anyone from the way he rushed to the bathrooms out of panic. His body started trembling nonstop, And the burning desire of lust struck over him like a lightening, Infecting his body outlandishly like an insect bite. Water darted down the sink, And he violently attacked his face with the cold fluid to regain his confidence.
Out of nervousness, He didn't notice the door to the bathrooms open, And soon - A pair of large hands grabbed his shoulders as he was turned around swiftly.
Not a second later and his back was pinned against the cool wall of the steamy booth, Tongue twisting and swirling around his own sensually with arms pinned above his head as he moaned softly into the other man's mouth.
"... Kang, I really was looking forward to you tonight. Now, Should we take this to a guest room?"
Weight was put on him more, And lips crashed harder against each other, The irritating loudness from outside fading slowly as he let himself go completely - Drowning in his own desires of the neverending need he had been yearning for endlessly.
