"Mmm, that was such a peaceful rest." Seokjin stretched his arms up, snuggling his head into Namjoon's chest.

"I haven't slept that good in days, and we only slept for a few minutes." His boss replied, kissing the temple of Seokjin's head, continuously.

Seokjin melted, engulfing the blissful state he was in with his new lover.

He wanted to remain in his arms. He wanted his scent to last on his skin, like the hickeys on his neck.

Namjoon made him feel something that no other man at the strip club has ever made him feel.

Not only did he feel desired, he also felt loved. So loved that it brought him tears to his eyes.

"What's wrong?" A soft voice questioned, wiping the tears off of the man's face before they would stain his cheeks any longer.

"I'm happy." The older responded, smiling. Namjoon offered the man a warm smile as he turned away to reach for his phone.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked the man.

"I did. Very comfortably as well, sir."

"Stop calling me sir, or boss. In fact, stop calling me Namjoon. From now on, I want to be addressed as "My love", and I won't settle for less." The young man winked, caressing Jin's
neck.

"Would you settle for a better name?"

"Depending on what you choose. Go on, let's hear it."

Seokjin felt Namjoon's feet wiggling around the bedsheets, playing with his own. He started to laugh when he felt the man's feet travel up and down his leg.

"You're so childish, Daddy! Stop playing with my feet like that." He teased.

"Daddy? That's my new nickname?" Namjoon laughs, giving Jin a spank as the older nodded, circling his index finger around the other's chest.

"Alright. But you're no baby to me, sir. I refuse to call you such a babyish name. That's for basic lovers. Actually... My own pet name sounds kind of... Overrated. Don't you think?"

Seokjin stopped moving his finger in circular motions and cocked his head upwards to face his lover.

"Not satisfied with one name? I'll give you another then. How about babe?" Namjoon shook his head with denial.

"Baby?

Big Daddy?

Beast?

B..."

"No, please. None of those!" Namjoon broke out into a short laughter, disagreeing with all of Jin's pet names.

"Love shot? Hot stuff? Sexy? Sweetheart? Hot shot?"

"No sexy, no stuff, no SHOTS." Jin was beginning to get frustrated with the man.

"Cheetah? Panther? Tiger? Lion? Bear?"

"I'm human, Seokjin." Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows as the older rolled his eyes.

"What am I supposed to call you then, father?! Grandpa?!" They both began to laugh.

"HARDER, GRANDPA!! HARDER!" Namjoon moaned. Seokjin continued to laugh, rolling around the bed.

"Just pick a- HYA!!"

"HYA? Is that my new nickname?" Namjoon asked, paying attention to his phone.

Suddenly, he realized why Jin screamed when he looked at his own cellphone.

"Namjoon, look at the time!" The men quickly scrambled to their feet, searching around the room for their clothing.

"We left it all downstairs, remember. Grandpa?" Jin joked, earning a spank from Namjoon.

"Call me daddy." The man scooped Jin's waist, peppering small kisses all over his body.

"Come on, let's get our clothes."

They held hands, running downstairs to collect their clothes.

The pieces of clothing were scattered everywhere. Jin's clothing was all mixed up with Namjoon's. He couldn't tell the difference in between his perfume and his boss's cologne.

"Here, I'll help you." Jin's face started to heat up as Namjoon bend over to help him step into his underwear and pants.

Since his boss knew what had happened to his back, there was no way he was letting him dress up on his own.

When he crouched down, Seokjin noticed the scratch marks he himself had left on Namjoon's back when he was pounding into him mercilessly.

The memories of that sinful moment captivated Jin, sending chills down his spine.

"Are you that cold? You have goosebumps running all around your legs." The younger spoke, putting his own clothes on after helping Seokjin slip back into his.

"I'm not cold... I was just remembering what we did a while ago." Jin smirked.

Namjoon felt slightly embarrassed and blushed. But he couldn't deny the fact that he had the time of his life getting to fuck his secretary.

~~~

When they were finally halfway to Volts Edge, Jin remembered what he had told his brother, along with the rest of his co-workers.

"Namjoon?" The younger quickly turned his head to face Jin.

"I told everyone I had conjunctivitis. When we get there... They're all going to suspect I was lying." Seokjin lowered his head, feeling guilty.

"I thought about that beforehand, so-" Namjoon rotated the steering wheel and drove to the nearest pharmacy.

"I'm gonna buy you an eye patch. Want to come with me or do you want to stay?" Seokjin volunteered in going along with Namjoon, but the moment he stepped foot out of his car,
he nearly fell to his knees.

"Thought so. Wait here while I go get you the eye patch." Namjoon closed the door for the older man, then headed inside of the pharmacy.

On his way in, he was greeted by a swarm of paparazzi.

"Hello, Mr. Kim! Can you please tell us a little about your high-tech company, Volts Edge Technology?"

"I'm currently hiring, nah, just kidding!" Namjoon playfully joked, greeting the people as bystanders watched in silence as the paparazzi interviewed him.

"Namjoon! Namjoon! How do you feel about being the richest, most successful young man in Seoul?"

Some questions he replied to: "I feel thankful and always keep striving to achieve the rest of my goals."

Some questions he ignored: "What ever happened to your mother after your father's passing?"

And some questions were so tricky, he didn't know rather to lie about the truth, or live knowing that he exposed a risky truth.

Questions such as: "How much money do you distribute to your workers?"

"Are you going to get married any time soon?"

And lastly: "Do you have a potential partner right now?"

His heart was telling him yes, but his mind and body disagreed on his heart's decision, telling him no, and that the truth would involve risking not only his privacy, but Seokjin's
as well.

"No, I'm not dating anyone at the moment." The man's dimples poked out of his cheeks as he excused himself to continue shopping in his own.

Despite the paparazzi snapping photos of him, they were eventually kicked out by a security guard, which left Namjoon in a calm state of mind.

He paced around the pharmacy in search for Seokjin's eye patch.

"Well, at least they didn't follow me on here. I have to find this quickly."

~Meanwhile~

"No, I'm not dating anyone at the moment."

Seokjin grinned, feeling something change within him. His eyes dagger down at the live interview they were making about Namjoon.

He realized that he wasn't Seokjin anymore. He was somebody else.

A man so possessive, so tempting...

"You still haven't met me yet, Mr. Kim. I'll make you mine soon, or my name isn't Gemini."

Lord knows what Gemini has done to men at strip clubs.

Seokjin's inner beast is much stronger than he himself.

"What are you doing here! LEAVE! Now is not the t... Time... Mmmh..." In a matter of seconds, Seokjin's body went limp as he began to have lifelike flashbacks of last night, turning him on.

"I just wanna play a little with your mind, my precious kitten. Lay back, no one's watching." His seductive personality lead Jin to chaos most of the time, but he couldn't do
anything about it.

He smirked, pushing Namjoon's seat all the way back and unzipping his pants.

"Do it. You know you want to..."

"Yes, Gemini."