By Zephyria 
He mixed his tongue with his mind. Even if Kwon Young-je started it, Hui-won was the one who was impatient. Like someone who has been waiting for this mistake to be repeated again.
Can it really be called a mistake? No one is in heat right now. There was no excuse to add. But even if he regretted it, he wanted to greedily suck on the lips in front of him right now.
Since he couldn’t see anything, he had nothing to be afraid of. While the bridge of his nose was relentlessly pressed down, his lips were unsightly. He couldn’t even tell whether the flesh he was sucking on was his upper lip or his lower lip, but he licked it indiscriminately like a glutton.
“Haa, heu, aah.”
A series of urgent breaths flowed out. Before he could catch his breath, a hot tongue rushed back into his mouth. As he grabbed the back of his neck and pressed down hard, Hui-won grabbed Kwon Young-je’s collar without losing.
The smooth suit jacket was crumpled in his grasp. Then his hand stretched out on its own. He stroked his firm nape and groped his cheek. Every time Kwon Young-je’s elastic skin touched his fingertips, a tingling electric shock passed through him.
The intertwined tongues stirred each other’s mouths as if fighting for dominance. It felt like he was chewing with his tongue. Every time he swept through the damp mucous membrane, poked it, and rubbed his touching tongues, a squishing sound was created. The damp noise made people excited.
As saliva that he hadn’t swallowed dripped down his chin, Kwon Young-je pulled out his tongue and slowly licked it up as if it were a waste. Hui-won liked the feeling so much that he grabbed his hair even more.
He mixed his hair with his fingers bent like hooks and pressed down on his slightly sweaty scalp. Every time his hair was messed up, Kwon Young-je’s elegant pheromone permeated deep into his nasal cavity. Hui-won couldn’t suppress the rising excitement and tilted his head again to swallow his lips.
While he was so engrossed in the kiss that he lost his mind, a buzzing vibration sounded and the light turned on. As the surroundings brightened in an instant, the two froze with their lips still touching.
Kwon Young-je was the first to come to his senses. He let go of Hui-won’s lower lip, which he had been biting, and tilted his head back slightly.
“…Uh.”
Hui-won made a dazed sound for a moment. He couldn’t even check what he looked like and just scanned Kwon Young-je in front of him.
His hair was messily disheveled and his lips were covered in saliva. Kwon Young-je looked terrible. Who on earth did this?
Who else… it was all his own doing. A sense of self-loathing began to creep in.
“Executive Director Kwon. I’m, I’m sorry. Ah… ah… my hair, how can I fix my hair…”
Hui-won didn’t know what to do and just hesitated with both hands over Kwon Young-je’s disheveled hair.
“Are you… is your hair all that matters in this situation?”
Kwon Young-je frowned and said in an absurd tone. Then, he pulled Hui-won, who was still anxious about his messed-up hairstyle, by the back of the head and kissed him without hesitation.
His lips parted too easily. Under the dazzling lights, he could see each other’s flushed cheeks and the trembling of their eyelashes, and he put his tongue in without hesitation.
Now he can no longer call it a mistake. It was a clear intention and an irreversible choice.
Hui-won quietly closed his eyes and responded to Kwon Young-je’s tongue that was being pushed in.
He crossed the line a long time ago and it seemed too late to go back.
An announcement was being made repeatedly through the company’s speakers. Due to a power grid problem in the area today, a power outage issue occurred, but they were announcing that the situation has been resolved and normalized.
As the second broadcast was coming to an end, the door to the archive room opened with a clatter and long legs came out first.
Kwon Young-je had regained his original neat appearance. Hui-won, who followed behind, was the same. On the outside, he looked like nothing had happened, and even his tie was not disheveled.
However, no one came out with the data that was the purpose of coming here. They were just returning empty-handed without any gain.
Fortunately, there was no sign of anyone in the hallway. He was so nervous that it was all for nothing. Hui-won tried to straighten his shoulders.
He was walking with his mouth tightly shut when Kwon Young-je, who was next to him, stopped for a moment. His deeply sunken gaze scanned Hui-won up and down.
“…Why are you doing that?”
Hui-won wondered if he had made a mistake and looked around. He immediately lowered his gaze and checked his clothes. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong. He was neat from head to toe and was he not properly controlling his pheromone?
“…Executive Director Kwon?”
When he called him again, Kwon Young-je clicked his tongue and ran his hand down his face. Then, he pulled Hui-won’s arm and moved his steps to a different place instead of the elevator.
He suddenly opened the bathroom door and threw Hui-won inside. Kwon Young-je, who was holding onto the door frame, said in a voice close to a warning.
“I’ll give you thirty minutes, so cool your head and come up.”
Hui-won stared at Kwon Young-je in a daze. He didn’t think he needed to rest any more than this. As if his thoughts were reflected on his face, Kwon Young-je stared intently at Hui-won’s face.
“Wash your face first.”
With those words, the bathroom door slammed shut. Left alone, Hui-won only touched his face, not knowing what was going on. Why wash his face… He walked to the sink as if possessed.
“…Crazy, what’s wrong with my face.”
Looking at himself in the mirror, he knew why Kwon Young-je had thrown him in the bathroom. His appearance was impeccably neat, but his cheeks were as red as if they had been dyed with balsam, and with the addition of his languid eyes, he exuded a strangely seductive atmosphere. If he had returned to the office like this, it was a face that would have caused a 100% misunderstanding.
Kwon Young-je seemed to be fine, but only he looked so different. Hui-won sighed heavily and pulled down his tie first.
In the empty bathroom, the sound of cold water pouring down echoed. Hui-won stared at the fiercely flowing stream of water for a long time, then unbuttoned his shirt and started washing his face. What’s the use of worrying about something that can’t be undone anyway? If you’ve done something you can’t handle, you shouldn’t show it.
After returning to the office, he just worked as if nothing had happened. Kwon Young-je didn’t mention anything about what happened earlier, and Hui-won didn’t bother to bring it up.
At 5 p.m., the secretaries left after saying their goodbyes one by one. An hour later, the intercom rang. The blinking button indicated that the call was from Executive Director Kwon’s office.
Hui-won answered the phone in a calm voice.
“Yes, Executive Director Kwon.”
-Let’s go home.
“Are you going to your house?”
-Yes.
Hui-won slowly put down the receiver he was holding in his hand at the phone that ended abruptly after saying only his words. Is this going to be like nothing happened? Executive Director Kwon’s attitude was no different from before.
Perhaps because his heart was heavy, even the earlier-than-usual order to leave work did not feel welcome. Hui-won began to organize his desk with slow hands.
“Secretary Kim, come in and talk for a moment.”
When they were about to part in front of his house, Kwon Young-je said in an insensitive voice.
“…Yes?”
Hui-won raised his widened eyes. He couldn’t help but look at the driver who was with them in this place.
The driver, Mr. Jung, just smiled as if it was something he had experienced often. He left the place abruptly with a polite greeting.
As they were left alone, Hui-won’s heart tightened. What was coming had come. He couldn’t just let it go.
He followed Kwon Young-je, who turned around first, and stepped inside the gate. No matter how hard he tried to calm his mind, his heart was pounding.
It felt like he had become a student being dragged to the faculty room. But no matter how he felt, he took a step with a determined expression.
Kwon Young-je’s house was always clean and you couldn’t see a speck of dust no matter when you came. Still, you can feel a sense of humanity in the pheromone that is thickly spread in the air. It meant that Kwon Young-je was also comfortable here.
As he stood blankly and looked around the quiet living room, he heard a voice calling him briefly from inside the study, Secretary Kim.
“What do you want to drink?”
He asks Hui-won’s opinion in front of the display case filled with liquor bottles. Hui-won answered without hesitation.
“Give me the strongest one.”
Cognac was poured into a tulip-shaped glass. They each took a glass and took their seats. They are facing each other with an appropriate distance left between them.
Kwon Young-je sat on the edge of the desk and took a sip of his drink. The silence was painful, but no one tried to start a conversation first. He was also not used to this kind of discomfort, so he sighed involuntarily.
“I don’t think both of us are in our right minds, are we?”
Hui-won nodded in agreement. He leaned against the hard wall and silently swallowed his drink.
Not to be in heat with each other, everything that was specified in the contract had become useless.
Can he guarantee that this situation will not be repeated in the future?
Executive Director Kwon might be able to control himself somehow, but he couldn’t. Even now, he’s just scanning Kwon Young-je’s well-built body, but his palms are starting to itch, so that’s all he needs to say. He thinks he was born wrong.
From some point on, he couldn’t suppress his instincts in front of Kwon Young-je. Because of the memories he had engraved on his body, Hui-won was becoming even more sensitive.
“I think we’re screwed.”