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Shin wasn’t someone who took his job seriously, too many times he’d slack off and get into trouble, but the whole problem was that he simply didn’t care. He’d lost countless jobs, often left sleeping on Jinyoung’s couch, tiredly listening to his friend scold him and his bad habits. What was wrong with him? Why was he like this? His parents haven’t spoken to him in months; they hated him, and have even told their extended family that “they never had a son”. Had something gone wrong in his life, or had it always been that way? Was Shin destined to be broken?
Jinyoung would often passively scoff at his failures and handing him another bottle of Rose. It felt like everyday was a loop; start a new job, get fired, lie about it on the resume, and sleep on Jinyoung’s couch.
Well, that was until he met Junhyung.
Junhyung, oh Lord, Junhyung. He was practically Shin’s God. Everything he did was perfect, there wasn't a flaw on that man, and Shin would walk to the ends of the Earth to defend that.
Junhyung owned a recording studio, and had reached out to Jinyoung about needing a secretary, someone to follow him around and keep an eye on his appointments, meetings, schedules, and all that other stuff. Jinyoung had passively mentioned how “adaptable” Shin was, and with a shrug, Junhyung decided to give Shin an employee trial. For a week, Shin would work for free, and if Junhyung liked his tactics, he’d start working for pay.
Except, in hindsight, Junhyung probably had thought that he was just meeting some guy who was gonna work for him, and not someone who was going to worship him like a God, a deity from another realm.
The morning of the trial, Shin was wearing the same thing he’d come home (sorry, Jinyoung’s house) the night before: a black tank top, cargo pants, and his only pair of worn out Doc Marten’s. His hair was disheveled, black roots mixing with artificially dyed blonde and pink. He had bags under his eyes (Jinyoung’s couch wasn’t exactly comfortable), accompanied by crusted over eyeliner and smudged lip gloss (did he make out with someone on his last night out?).
Junhyung’s studio was the textbook definition of a minimalist nightmare. White walls, grey wooden flooring, fluorescent lighting, obviously fake Hawai’ian plants that were bought for $29.99 or more. Shin could feel his migraine (or hangover, whichever you wanna call it), get worse from the “aesthetics” of the lobby.
“Kim Soohyun?” Shin looked up, and for the first time in months, he felt alive. Junhyung was tall, with a strong build, shoulders and chest. He was wearing an all black outfit, with a turtleneck, and had glasses on. The man oozed charisma, practically owning the room when he walked in, carrying what was obviously a copy of Shin’s resume. “Hi, Son Junhyung, nice to meet you. You can just follow me this way.”
God… His smile, his voice, his aura, his walk, his everything. Shin nodded, unable to actually talk, following Junhyung into his office. The office was small, with a much warmer, cozier feel. Soft brown wallpaper, a desk with a PC set up, a mist diffuser, and sticky notes along the wall behind it. Everything about it felt so perfect, like Junhyung. Shin nervously sat down on the spare seat across from the other man, his chest visibly rising and falling as he watched Junhyung flip through his resume.
A resume full of lies, Shin had just realized. All of the jobs he had written about (well… Jinyoung had written them) were all fabrications. Some of them, Shin hadn’t even worked at before, he just bullshit his way in, but now, someone like Junhyung was reading it, and it was stressing Shin out. “I like your style, it’s about time Maroo gets someone who’s my age,” he smiled, and placed the folder down, “listen, since I talked about you with Jinyoung, I don’t want to act like this is an interview. This is more-so me running you through your responsibilities as my assistant.”
“S-so… I got the job?” ”Well, kind of. For the first week it’s a trial, I really want to test how you can handle this job. If you can handle the week, then you get a paycheck.” ”I can do that.”
Junhyung raised his eyebrow, only for a second, but Shin saw it, his heart skipping a beat. “Great then, let’s start easy,” he said, watching Shin’s every move, “let’s test your durability.”
To Shin, he figured that statement just meant how he would respond under pressure. “Okay, what do I do?” his voice was so damn shaky, it was frustrating. He hated how all he could think about was Junhyung kissing along his neck.
“It’ll be easy, all you have to do is get on your knees.”
Under literally any other circumstances, Shin would have choked on his spit, quickly getting up from his seat before backhand slapping Junhyung and storming out. Really, a potential boss already sexually coercing a potential employee?!
But this wasn’t a normal circumstance… This was Junhyung, Shin’s God. Who was he to deny his deity of his desires? Shin didn’t matter in the presence of Junhyung, nothing about him mattered in the sight of someone as magnificent. So, with heavy, shaky breaths and flushed cheeks, Shin stood up, circling the desk, before sinking down to his knees.
Junhyung watched in curiosity, “my, my. I wasn’t expecting you to actually do it,” when Shin sat on his knees in front of him, Junhyung leaned forward, placing a hand on Shin’s blonde hair.
From that alone, Shin let out a sharp exhale, his back perking up. It was like a switch had been hit in his head. His entire meaningless life of constant drinking, hookups and a loop of “I have no purpose” had completely vanished. His world had gained color, he had purpose, he had someone to serve, someone to worship, for even a glimpse of praise from Junhyung.
“Look at you,” Junhyung whispered, before unzipping his pants, “got such pretty lips, don’t you?”
Shin was practically panting at the praise. He hadn’t thought for even a second, that he would be getting this hard from being praised. But it was Junhyung, it was someone Shin would die for, even if he’d only known for half an hour. He licked his lips at the sight of Junhyung’s cock, scooting closer, before looking up.
“Go ahead, pretty baby. Show me what you can do.”
Just with that permission granted, Shin took in the tip of Junhyung’s cock into his mouth, licking along the length, before taking in the entirety. His cheeks were getting hotter and hotter with every touch that he felt from Junhyung. The way he toyed with his hair, ruffling it and running his fingers through the strands, so gentle, so caring, so… owning. It gave Shin purpose, it gave his life meaning. He wanted to prove to himself to Junhyung so badly, like it was all that he was put on Earth for.
So, despite his soring throat and tired lips, Shin kept going, ignoring how his body was begging for a break. He bobbed his head up and down, hollowing out his cheeks and audibly gagging when the tip of Junhyung’s cock hit the back of his throat.
“You okay there, fox?”
That nickname, oh sweet God, if there even was one besides Junhyung. The nickname made Shin weak, and not in a normal way, not because it was an endearing name, or because it was being used sexually. No, the reason that the nickname made Shin ascend into the heavens was because Junhyung had taken the time to think of Shin enough to come up with a nickname for him. A pet name. That was nice, a pet name from Junhyung, no, not that, what was nice was being Junhyung’s pet.
From his lack of a response, Junhyung pulled Shin back using his hair, “come on now, fox, don’t hurt yourself. Let me see you,” he let go of Shin, watching the other stumble back and fall onto his ass, “oh my, I didn’t realize you were this much of a whore,” he visibly glanced at Shin’s hard on, before meeting his eyes again, “what is it that’s getting you so hot, hm? Is it me? Cause I can’t imagine you’re a virgin.”
It’s you. Shin wanted to yell, but all he could do was climb back to his knees and crawl forward, desperate to have Junhyung back in his mouth. He quickly took the length back in between his lips, pushing it past his tongue and to the back of his throat again. He could practically feel the veins lining Junhyung’s cock pulsing against his tongue as he licked along it.
“Fuck… just like that, so good.” Junhyung kept his hand in Shin’s hair, a gentle grip, guiding his pacing and rhythm. “God, I’m close.”
With that, Shin picked up his pace, quickly moving back and forth despite Junhyung’s attempts to keep him steady. He didn’t want steady, he wanted to make Junhyung pant, to moan, to feel good. And it paid off, because Junhyung yanked him back, before releasing his semen onto Shin’s face.
He came with a sharp inhale, followed by a heavy groan, dripping Shin’s face in a white coat. “Fuck, don’t move,” he said, reaching for his phone, and before Shin could really comprehend what was happening, his eyes were met with a bright white flash, “that’s better. Now, clean that up, won’t you?”
Like a Pavlov’s dog, Shin quickly began to wipe at his face, bringing his stained fingers to his lips. He sucked on them, as seductively as his clouded mind would allow him, until they were clean. When he was done, he looked up at Junhyung. “H-how did I do?”
At that point, it was pretty obvious how desperate for validation Shin was, especially from Junhyung, so he figured it would be fun to play the game. “You weren’t bad. I’ll have to work on you though. Come back tomorrow, and I’ll see what I can do.”