Namjoon guided Jin to his office, seeing how wonky the man was walking while trying to walk the best he could, almost trying too hard to be perfect.

"You don't have to try so hard, just walk at your own pace and in your own style. I know your back hurts, your brother told me you had injured himself."

"What?" Jin's eyes widened, unable to comprehend what his brother had told Namjoon.

That was supposed to be kept a secret.

"What exactly did he tell you, Kim Namjoon." The older man asked, eyeing his boss.

"He told me that you fell on your way out of the house. I'm sorry to hear that." Hearing this made Him feel less stressed.

"Oh, yes. That's right, I had injured myself on the staircase." He lied.

"You know, you could have taken the day off if you were in that much pain, Seokjin." Namjoon said, opening the door to his office with a keycard.

The office was huge, elegant, and very clean.

"Mr. Kim, I couldn't have done that. Especially not on my official first day on the job. I can't take your trust for granted." Jin's sincerity brought a smile to Namjoon's face.

"Have a seat." He pointed at a sofa, which was far more comfortable than the chair he was sitting on before.

When Namjoon got up and started pacing around his office, Jin became stressed.

"Sir... Did I do something wrong?" He asked the man as he returned to him, placing two glass cup filled with whiskey and ice.

"Wrong? On the contrary, Seokjin. You did so well, that I brought you in here to celebrate.
The way you promoted this company had me captivated."

"So, you were listening the whole time?" Jin turned red as he tilted his head down with a soft smile.

"Oh, sorry if it seems weird or intimidating, but, I usually keep an eye on my secretaries on the first day of work. I've fired countless secretaries, but I have a feeling that you'll be keeping your job for a long, long time." The older man crossed his legs, while both he and
his boss clinck their glasses together.

Namjoon was about to take his first sip when he stopped to stare at how fast Jin downed the entire cup of whiskey in one go, meaning that he was an expert drinker.

"I believe it's not your first time drinking whiskey. Right?" They exchanged a laughter out of thin air, vanishing the tension in between each other.

"No, sir. I'm used to drinking alcoholic beverages." Jin wiped his lips gently, while placing the glass cup on a black, marble table.

They got up and switched places. Now Namjoon was sitting on behind his desk while Jin was sitting on the chair, opposite side, of his desk.

The tall, handsome young man folded his hands together, discussing Jin's work today.

"Overall, I'm very satisfied with your work, Seokjin. Now, about that raise you had mentioned earlier-" Namjoon paused, placing his checkbook on his desk, pushing a stack of papers aside to have room to sign the check.

As he pressed his thumb down and clicked his pen, Jin interrupted him.

"That's not necessary, boss. I don't want a raise in my paycheck, sir." He felt awkward, almost embarrassed about himself for bringing up the topic of his money in the first place.

"Who can understand you, Seokjin. First you ask for a raise, then you deny it? I'm really confused by your behavior, mister." Namjoon removed his checkbook, shoving it back into the inner pockets of his expensive, formal jacket.

The man stared at his boss, thinking about what he was going to say before saying it.

Once he was sure of his decision, he got up, putting his hand on top of the stacks of paper
his boss had spread apart, trying to clear his desk.

When the alcohol kicked in, Seokjin couldn't help but notice how handsome in particular,
Namjoon looked today.

An imaginary tune from Sin-X was playing in the man's head, making him feel sensual and free, becoming less tense than before.

Little by little, the alcohol settled in and the animal within Jin was attempting to come out of him by dancing.

"Mr. Kim... What are you doing?" Namjoon backed up when Jin placed his soft finger over his plump lips, shushing him.

"Your desk is crowded, like my pants. Why don't you get rid of both of them, mmm?" He ran his finger underneath the man's chin, caressing his face.

The closer he got to Namjoon, the further away he moved.

"What are you implying, Seokjin?" He stuttered, grunting softly when Jin climbed on top of his desk.

"Shh..." The older teased, tugging at the younger's tie.

"I can use my hands for more than just boss, sir." He licked the top of his lips, narrowing his head down. Namjoon realized Jin's wandering eyes were targeting his crotch, and he became flustered.

When he was about to respond, someone knocked on his door.

Jin got down from his desk, giving Namjoon a wink before leaving.

"M...make sure you use your hands for typing!" He nearly stuttered, shouting at Jin while the secretary ran back to his office, bumping into Hyunseok halfway down the hallway, knocking the files off of his hands.

"Sorry, Hyunseok. I'll help you." His brother insisted that he couldn't bend over, so Jin just
watched as Hyunseok picked up every last file by himself.

"Are those for our boss?" Jin asked. The other nodded.

"What happened to you? You're so red." Hyunseok felt Jin's forehead and face, earning a slap on his hands from Jin.

"I don't like it when people touch my face, Seok 2. You know that very well." Jin frowned.

"You feel hot. You should drink some water, or splash some cold water on your face to cool yourself down." His brother smiled. Jin nodded.

"Go on then, I'm going to take these to Namjoon." He winked, walking away.

Jin walked away, heading towards the restrooms.

~~~

"Here's the photoshoot of Jin I had mentioned earlier, sir." Hyunseok earned a round of applause from Namjoon, who was impressed at the man's photography skills.

"No doubt about it: You, sir, are the best photographer ever. Great work with these photos, Hyunseok."

The man continued flipping through the pictures, leaving Namjoon amazed.

"What do you think, sir?" By the time Hyunseok asked him about his honest opinion on the photoshoot, Namjoon was just staring at the pictures non-stop.

"Love."

"What?" Hyunseok was surprised.

"Love them. I love them! Great work, Hyunseok." Namjoon applauded, grabbing another piece of paper while clearing up his throat.

"Which one was your favorite?" The other man asked.

"Isn't it obvious? It's the one I'm holding right now." His boss proudly stated, paying attention to his worker.

"Mr. Kim, that paper your holding is upside down..." Hyunseok held back the urge to laugh as he parted his lips to continue talking.

"And you're holding a plain sheet of paper. I have all of the pictures in my hands. See?" Namjoon looked down and saw the stack of papers on Hyunseok's lap.

He was embarrassed.

"My bad. I was just caught off guard by... By..."

"By my brother?" Namjoon nodded.

"Mr. Kim... Do you happen to be dating anyone?" The older felt he shouldn't have asked such a question, let alone to his own boss, but the need to know was too much.

"Yes. I'm in a current relationship with-"

A loud bang startled both men. Hyunseok ran towards the door and opened it, only to find his brother had been standing outside, eavesdropping on their conversation the entire time.

"...My job."