Judging by his expression, Youngjae Kwon seed to be thinking the sa. His brows furrowed slightly as his fingertips caressed the glass, revealing an unusual trace of unease on his face.
“What do you want to do from now on?”
“And you, Director Kwon?”
Heewon asked the sa question. Before answering, he needed to gauge the other’s intentions first.
Slowly, Youngjae lifted his head. His sharp gaze flew straight to Heewon’s face and locked onto it.
“I admit that I get turned on by you all the ti.”
Heewon blinked his widened eyes. ...All the ti? Didn’t know that.
“That’s an easy admission.”
Heewon said, touching the corner of his mouth. Maybe from the alcohol or from feeling embarrassed, his cheek touched by his fingertips felt slightly warm.
“Can you hide sothing just by trying to hide it?”
He muttered almost to himself, then calmly brought the glass to his lips.
His impassive face made it hard to tell what he was thinking. Youngjae was a master at hiding his emotions. If he wanted to, he could have hidden this well enough—but choosing to reveal it ant he was sincere about this conversation.
He showed even his hesitant true feelings without hesitation. Youngjae didn’t look foolish over such a small thing, nor did his charm diminish. Innate self-confidence only made a person stronger.
He silently swallowed his drink. When the glass was nearly empty, he broke the long silence and offered.
“Our compatibility isn’t bad. Honestly, I was satisfied too.”
“......”
“If Secretary Kim is okay with it, I want to keep this kind of relationship.”
Heewon took a mont to organize his thoughts. It was necessary to precisely define what kind of relationship Youngjae wanted.
“So... are you saying you want to date?”
Youngjae crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly. His gaze was sharper than before.
“You want to date ?”
“No, that’s a bit...”
Heewon admitted that Youngjae was attractive, and he was indeed drawn to him, but he was also clearly his superior. Developing into a romantic relationship was inappropriate from the start.
“You want to sleep with ?”
“Yes.”
Heewon made his preference clear. Youngjae looked down and chuckled softly.
“Straightforward answer.”
“You were the first to be honest.”
Heewon leaned back against the wall more comfortably. The pressure on his shoulders was gradually easing. Taking a sip of his drink, he added his opinion.
“I’m fine if it’s just a casual thing.”
“......”
“But I want to clearly separate work and personal. No emotional attachnts or pointless feelings.”
Youngjae’s gaze lifted slowly from the floor. A faint smile flickered on his dry face.
“Do you know why I like Secretary Kim?”
He downed the last sip of his drink. The smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.
“Because you think just like .”
Heewon quietly mulled over the words, muttering to himself.
“That doesn’t sound like a complint...”
“I just wish you’d stop climbing all over . Lately, you’ve been out of line.”
“It’s been six years since I’ve been with you, Director. I think I can say that much.”
Youngjae leaned his head back leisurely.
“Six years... huh, that’s a long ti to stick together.”
His voice was calm, like a sigh, but there was a hint of regret.
“......”
Heewon quietly studied his face.
Spending six years in a strict superior-subordinate relationship, and now suddenly eager to touch each other—that was quite funny. What if he hadn’t manifested as an Oga? Surely nothing would have changed.
Alphas and Ogas were created to be physically attracted to each other. Even Youngjae, who hated Ogas, acted like this... how could Heewon be any different?
Heewon simply considered all this the product of instinct. He was unaware how exceptional it was that Youngjae showed this attitude only toward him.
The silence stretched on, then Youngjae straightened his slumped body. Crossing his arms, he fixed Heewon with a gaze more intense than before.
“Sleep here tonight.”
He had heard those words countless tis before, but this ti they felt different—probably because of that blatantly seductive look in his eyes.
“......”
Heewon silently looked at him and swallowed the remaining sip. Instead of words, he let pheromones gently flow. That was his answer.
Early in the morning, Heewon woke to the loud sound of the alarm.
Opening his eyes, he found himself lying alone in a wide bed. Reaching out to the side, he touched the cold sheets. It was only half past six... he was quite an early riser.
Slowly sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed, he stretched his stiff neck left and right, feeling himself waking up. A strange scene ca into view.
Though he had visited Youngjae’s house countless tis, this was the first ti he had been inside his bedroom.
Heewon stretched his drowsy body. He had slept so well that his tension felt pointless—he even felt more refreshed.
“Must be a really good bed.”
Gripping the edge of the mattress, he lightly bounced his hips. Indeed, the spring’s bounce was exceptional. Probably expensive? That explained how it endured last night’s roughness...
Heewon shook his head. It was better not to entertain impure thoughts. Not wasting any more ti, he got up and headed for the bathroom.
Because people sotis slept over, there were extra underwear, socks, and ergency suits stocked here. Buttoning his shirt, Heewon thought he should bring a few more changes of clothes just in case.
Having finished getting ready neatly, he t Youngjae sitting on the living room sofa. Youngjae was already dressed and prepared for work.
Having gone from skin-to-skin contact last night to facing each other in proper attire this morning, Heewon felt awkward and looked away, clearing his throat quietly.
“Want so latte? With an extra shot.”
“Huh?”
Youngjae suddenly handed him a coffee. The small takeout paper cup had a familiar café logo and was still warm as if freshly bought. Heewon blinked, surprised by the unexpected gift.
Youngjae... he was thoughtful to his sexual partners after all. Surprising.
Heewon felt touched by such a simple gesture—but the feeling didn’t last long.
“Drink it in the car.”
Pushing the leather sofa aside, Youngjae got up imdiately. His cold attitude hadn’t changed.
The driver waited outside the gate. It was a familiar face, so Heewon felt no suspicion.
Heewon opened the rear door, and Youngjae got in as if it was natural. It was exactly 7:30 a.m.
The sa morning, the sa routine. The only difference was the relationship with Youngjae.
Where exactly is the boundary between work and personal?
Is it defined by commute tis? Or by not being in the office? Or just by properly using titles? The dividing line was unclear.
Though they had beco casual physically, Heewon usually kept boundaries clean during work hours. Youngjae’s attitude toward him was as dry as ever.
The problem was situations like now.
At 9 p.m., well past scheduled work hours, the two had locked the door to the reception room and were pressing lips together.
No one signaled first. Their eyes t, pheromones flowed, and their bodies naturally drew closer. That was probably the signal itself.
Youngjae was definitely addicted to kissing. Or maybe the oral stage was still ongoing.
Once lit, he sucked on lips and tongue until it stung. His kissing skills were outstanding, completely lting the other person. What couldn’t he do? Did he even have anything he couldn’t do?
If not for a pre-set alarm, they might have done more right there. When the cheerful bell rang, Youngjae imdiately pulled away.
Heewon collapsed on the sofa, utterly exhausted, not even able to move a finger. He gasped, brushing back his ssy bangs. The heat lingering below his navel didn’t dissipate easily, forcing him to twist his waist.
“Shouldn’t we be more careful at work?”
“......”
“I think we should set so rules...”
Youngjae, who got up first, fixed his disheveled tie and turned his head. His voice was as cold as his eyes.
“What rules?”
“Like about place or ti. Or maybe limit it to three tis a week... sothing like that.”
“That’s the most useless and worthless thing I’ve heard recently.”
“......”
Heewon looked up at Youngjae with half-open eyes. His face was as smooth and pale as a boiled egg, completely different from Heewon’s rough appearance. He wondered if Youngjae had sucked out all his energy while kissing.
Continuing to stare silently made Youngjae frown, clearly irritated.
“What now?”
“I was wondering why you have so much stamina.”
Youngjae let out a bitter laugh.
“You don’t seem to realize your own stamina is terrible.”
“......”
“Work out.”
“Do you?”
His look asked if that was an obvious question.
No way. How could soone work and exercise both? That would waste precious stamina.
Heewon, who just wanted to lie down after work, didn’t understand Youngjae’s strange habits at all. He was not an ordinary office worker, but a man with a tightly scheduled 24 hours.
That was no ordinary madness.
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