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yall mad at me on the previous one. :((

not really proud of this, but here you go.

i tried.

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"I fucking knew it!" Jaemin exclaimed. He was raising his hands up in the air, waving it around as if he's gone mad. "I fucking knew I was right! I, Na Jaemin, am never wrong. Holy shit, he did that!?"

"Stop screaming, oh god." Yeonjun tried to calm the other male down. He has his face hidden behind his hands as his elbows rest on his office table.

When Jaemin picked him up this morning, the first thing he did was recite his 'upgraded plan' of making Soobin snap to Yeonjun. All throughout the car ride he was talking about how Soobin will finally crack this time for he has prepared different tactics. He even proudly stated that he asked his boyfriend for ideas.

How Jaemin even convinced his boyfriend to support his plan? Yeonjun doesn't know and he doesn't want to know.

The pink-haired was going on about the things he'll do, so enthusiastically determined to prove something unnecessary that the people they were with inside the elevator earlier probably thought of them as weirdoes.

Obviously, Yeonjun grew tired of it and just spilled the beans from yesterday night to make Jaemin shut up.

But boy he was wrong, it just caused Jaemin to get even more giddy.

The guy really squealed, so loud, and they were at the corridor that time, earning looks from the staffs there that Yeonjun apologized because of embarrassment and dragged Jaemin inside his office so fast before the guy does something even more humiliating.

"How do you expect me to keep my mouth shut when he literally snapped like I told you so!" Jaemin frantically rushed towards Yeonjun's side and shakes him by his shoulders. The action causing some of the folders to fall to the floor but he doesn't care about that, this shit interesting. "Okay, shit, when he got you pinned what did he do?"

Yeonjun blushed at the memory and tried to get Jaemin's hold off of him but the latter only shakes him even more aggressively. "Answer me!"

"Stop shaking me!"

Jaemin let him go and sent him a sheepish smile, "Sorry, sorry, I'm just—really excited. You can answer now."

"Well, he uhm, admitted he was jealous of you. A-and yeah." Yeonjun wants to hide, fuck, just remembering that made him feel something.

"Of course he was! I told you that but you didn't listen." Jaemin rolled his eyes. "But what else? I want to know the details!"

The brown haired male feels his face burns as he told himself to focus on something else and pretend it was no big deal, but it was a big deal so how is he going to stop his face from heating up?

"No-nothing else."

"Don't lie to me bitch, you wouldn't look like an erupting volcano if there was nothing else."

Damn Jaemin and his right speculations.

Yeonjun closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, forcing himself to cool down before giving the secretary his answer. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

The elder sighed as he recalls the memories of last night.

"Because I don't think I'll be able to stop myself."

The moment those words left Soobin's mouth and it hung in the suffocating thick air, Yeonjun's mind shut down. He stood there, not functioning as the taller male slowly backed away from his figure.

And since Yeonjun couldn't keep up from Soobin's ever-changing demeanor, he thought, why not take things into his own pace?

Then suddenly, he was back into his senses and he got his hands on the back of Soobin's head, pulling the male down on him and crashing their lips together.

"Hold on a fucking second!" Jaemin fans himself as he brought a bottle of water into his mouth. Yeonjun got his face buried once again onto his palms as he narrated a part from the night's event.

Once Jaemin's done from drinking his water, he spat out. "You hoe! Oh fuck, I'm so proud of you!"

"Okay, what else? What else!?"

Soobin was shocked.

He was so shocked. He did not expect Yeonjun to pull a bold move and kissed him while he was trying so hard to control himself. The shorter male kept quiet the whole time and all of a sudden he did that?

However, it didn't take long for him to cave in and respond to the kiss. His hands naturally finding their way onto Yeonjun's waist, pulling the male even closer as he deepened the kiss, lightly tugging into the other's bottom lip.

After quite some time, both males pulled away as to catch their breaths, panting while doing so. Still, it didn't faze them enough to not stare at each other's eyes. Two pairs of irises boring into each other's souls, displaying emotions they felt at the very moment.

They were clouded with fondness, longing, uncertainty, reluctance and many more others they couldn't describe themselves but here they were, reflecting all of those with the each other.

Soobin pressed their heads together as he cupped Yeonjun's right cheek, caressing it softly as he told him something. "You're driving me mad."

The said male closed his eyes, leaning in to the touch. "No, you drive me mad."

"And that's it—stop asking me now." Yeonjun immediately cut Jaemin off when the guy just opened his mouth to speak. "Go back to work."

"What? No! I know there's more! What the fuck? I did those things, had my life on the line, and then you end it with a kiss? Just a kiss!? Unacceptable!" The secretary whined, walking closer to Yeonjun and shaking him again.

The elder of the two glared up at the boy and swatted his hands off, though behind that sharp daggers Yeonjun is still dying because going back to that event is just—

So fucking embarrassing.

And it was so hot what the fuck he's blushing again—

The next thing they both knew, a door was already opened and they were inside a room, still pressed up against one another as if the other would disappear if they let go.

Both their lips were connected once again, with tongues getting involved as they tried their best to taste the other. Doing it again and again as if doing so would get them to memorize the way it feels, the way it tastes.

Soobin was the first to pull away, just as he was hovering over Yeonjun on the soft mattress. He stared at the gorgeous male beneath him, getting mesmerized by the smaller male's flushed cheeks, his messy hair, his dazed eyes and his swollen lips Soobin was well aware on who to blame.

Yeonjun's just so fucking beautiful.

And he couldn't get enough of him.

He could never get enough of him.

The pink-haired male let Yeonjun off when the elder ignored his whining and went back on dealing with some contracts when he looked up from his table and glanced at Yeonjun's direction who's sitting there, staring at some papers.

And as he gazed at the older male, his eyes went wide and he abruptly stood up upon a sudden realization. The brunette spared his secretary a weirded-out look as he heard Jaemin's noise and saw him zooming over his table.

"You liar!" Jaemin accused, pointing a finger towards Yeonjun's startled face. "You said nothing else happened!"

"What? This again? I thought we're done with this conversation?" Yeonjun furrowed his brows, going back onto the papers as to try and block Jaemin's nonsense.

"We could've been if you didn't lie!"

"I didn't? I told you, we kissed. That's it."

"LIES! WHY ARE YOU WEARING A TURTLE NECK TO WORK THEN, HUH? I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T NOTICE THAT EARLIER!"

To say that the older was taken aback will be an understatement.

He almost choked on his spit, ladies and gentlemen.

Will Jaemin ever drop this topic? What does he gain with this?

And what the heck is the issue with him wearing a shirt of his choice?

"I just want to, okay?" Yeonjun dismissed him.

Jaemin isn't convinced, he leaned down as he put his hands on Yeonjun's table, analyzing the other's appearance.

"Look at me in the eye and say you're not hiding anything underneath."

Yeonjun felt the world stop.

He forgot what oxygen is.

He failed to acknowledge life.

He was ascending.

And his brain started replaying the scene on that darned room—

The kissing continued with Soobin being on top of Yeonjun, both of them too far gone to even think of stopping. Soft and shallow breathing could be heard from what the dark conveyed, and still, both males couldn't get enough.

They kissed and kissed until their lips felt numb, pulling away to pant for air just to press their lips together again. It was driving them wild, it was too addicting and they felt drunk and the world spins and it just felt so right.

But was it really?

Yeonjun gasped as felt Soobin bit down a portion of his skin, he got his hands wrapped around the male as he closed his eyes to get lost in the feeling. If he says that the thought of it being wrong did not cross his mind then it would be a lie.

His mind was screaming at him to stop, to get away and escape before he loses himself completely. The voice was so loud, yelling at him to breakaway and reminding him that things aren't clear.

The image is still blurry and the path is a maze, there was no way to know which way to go. There was no way to find out if they're gonna make it out together or he'll be left behind and damaged and lost.

This could mean something or nothing or everything.

And there was no way to know.

But still, Soobin's lips on his made the thought go away and the only thing he knew right now was that his hands fit perfectly with him and Soobin's heartbeat sings the same rhythm as his even though he wasn't sure if they play the same song.

But at least it was there, and Soobin was there, and with him, and it was enough for him to take the risk.

Let him be stupid this time.

He'll be stupid for him.

"I am not hiding anything." Yeonjun said after a moment of silence.

"That's not where my eyes are. Look at me and say it."

Yeonjun heaved out a sigh of defeat and shifted his gaze on Jaemin and away from the floor. He got his hands tightly holding on the hem of his shirt, just below the table so this guy right here doesn't see. "I am not hiding anything."

His secretary then nodded, making Yeonjun feel relieved when he saw him retreating back towards his table on the other side of his office but then he felt his heart dropped to his stomach when Jaemin got something out and speaks. "Okay, since you clearly aren't hiding anything, you go change and wear this. This one foreign designer wants to see you wear her latest design."

Jaemin knows what he's doing with that sickening sweet smile on his face.

"Come on, wear it and then you'll be out for a meeting in about," he looks at his watch, "an hour."

"With your father." Jaemin added and smirked to himself.

Yeonjun was mortified as he stared at the white shirt on Jaemin's hold. It's pretty and he would totally wear that without any problem—on another time.

You see, the thing is, no matter how appealing the shirt is with its gold outlines, he can't wear it now.

It's a v-cut.

And he lied.

He definitely has something hidden underneath the comfortable blue turtle neck he's currently wearing.

He can't possibly change into that—especially that he's having a meeting and his father's gonna be there.

Damn you, Na Jaemin.

"I can't. I love this shirt too much." Yeonjun tried to reason out, his arms protectively wrapping around himself.

Jaemin raised his brow as he stared down on him, "You can change back after, come on. You don't want to disappoint your client."

Just admit it already, it ain't that deep. Jaemin thought.

"No-"

"Don't make me dress you myself."

"I can't!"

"Just change!"

"No!"

"Get in here, Yeonjun!"

"You can't make me, I love this shirt!"

"It's not a big deal, you can change right after the meeting!"

"I told you I can't! They can't be covered with makeup!" Yeonjun idiotically slipped out.

Jaemin widely smirked. Bingo.

But he still has to pretend to be clueless, of course, so he gave the male a puzzled look. "What can't be covered with what?"

Yeonjun winced and facepalmed. How can he be so stupid?

For sure, Jaemin's not going to let it go this time.

"I said nothing."

"I heard you, what can't be covered?"

He felt his face burns again, he bit his lip so hard he wants to evaporate into the atmosphere.

"Yeonjun? What do you me-"

"Okay! Fine! You win. Stop pretending you don't know what I mean." He buried his face on the table, using the folders as a wall as he holds them in front of his head.

Jaemin let out a successful laugh and throws the shirt somewhere, he was laughing so hard he got to hold on to this chair as to not fall over.

"What are you laughing at!?"

"Oh shit, that was hilarious. You really fell for it." Jaemin wiped the tears forming on his eyes, still couldn't believe Yeonjun was so gullible.

"There was no shirt for you, that shit's mine and no, you don't have any schedule for today."

As Yeonjun heard it, he brought his head up so fast, it was a wonder no joints broke. He then faced his secretary with a deceived expression and threw a pencil at him. "I hate you!"

"Not my fault you're an idiot." Jaemin chuckled. He sat down on the seat in front of Yeonjun and sent him a teasing smile. Yeonjun felt like running away.

"Now, tell me this, how many?"

"What?"

"Just answer the damn question Choi Yeonjun, goodness."

Yeonjun got startled by Jaemin's serious tone so he blurted out without thinking. "Three."

"Holy shit!" Jaemin yelled and squealed. "I feel so proud, oh my gosh!"

Yeonjun just wants to dig up his own grave and lay there alive.

"But wait—the real question is. Did you do it?"

The brown haired male felt like he was punched in the face by Jaemin's question. "What the hell? Do you really have to know everything?"

"Yes, now give me the answer."

"No, okay? We didn't. We stopped before it got to that. Are you happy now?"

"Are you? You sound upset saying that. Do you wanna get fu—"

"Na Jaemin!"