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Kim was sipping his morning coffee when he heard the door creak open. He turned just in time to see Wik limping inside, trying not to wince.
Kim’s brows furrowed instantly.
“Why are you walking like that? Are you okay?”
Wik gave a half-smirk, eyes a little dazed from the long night. “Yeah… just sore.”
Kim’s concern deepened. He rushed to the fridge, yanked it open, and pulled out the ice pack. He didn’t even give Wik a chance to protest—he pushed him onto the couch and handed it over.
“Did someone hurt you?” Kim asked seriously, his tone sharp.
Wik bit his lip, holding back a laugh. “Hurt in a good way.”
Kim blinked, then rolled his eyes hard enough to see the past.
“I didn’t need that image this early in the morning.”
Wik just chuckled, settling back with the ice pack between his thighs.
Kim muttered under his breath, “I swear to god, one of these days, you’re going to walk in here broken.”
Wik smirked, “Worth it.”
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Kim placed the ice pack gently on Wik’s lower back, his brows still furrowed with concern. “Seriously, Wik… why are you walking like a wounded deer?” he asked again, voice soft but accusing.
Wik winced and leaned on the counter for support, biting back a smirk. “I told you... it’s the good kind of pain.”
Kim narrowed his eyes. “Good kind? What the hell does that even—?”
And then it clicked.
Kim straightened, staring at him.
“…Don’t tell me,” he said slowly, jaw tightening. “You were out the whole night, came back limping, and now you're talking about ‘good pain’?”
Wik didn’t answer. Just smiled—cheeky, lips swollen, a faint bruise on his neck visible under his hoodie.
Kim grabbed the ice pack again and gently whacked Wik’s shoulder with it.
“You slut.”
Wik laughed. “You love me.”
Kim sighed, muttering under his breath as he walked away, “Not when you’re dripping sin all over my kitchen floor.”
Wik grinned, dragging himself to the sofa, still sore but glowing. “Still worth it.”
Kim called out from the other room, “Don’t sit on my couch naked!”
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It had been three days since the night of the dinner party.
Three days since Kim had seen Kinn.
The office felt colder without his presence—quieter. Everyone moved efficiently, but something was missing. Kim could feel it under his skin like a hum. Restlessness.
That morning, as Kim flipped through documents near the reception, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure entering the building.
It was Kinn.
But not the usual Kinn in his crisp suits and cold authority.
Today, he wore a plain black T-shirt and dark jeans. Casual. Unbothered. But the moment Kim’s eyes landed on his arm, his breath caught.
A faint bandage peeked from under the sleeve, stitched along the same spot where the glass had cut him.
Kinn…
Kim didn’t say anything.
He watched as Kinn walked past, greeting no one, not even making eye contact. Straight to his office. Doors shut.
Later that afternoon, Kim got a call from a junior staff member. “Boss Kinn asked you to bring the signed steel contract file to his office.”
With a nod, Kim took the file and headed up.
He knocked.
“Come in,” Kinn’s voice said from the other side.
The room was dim, curtains half-drawn. A faint trace of cigarette smoke lingered in the air.
Kim stepped in, handing the file. “Here’s the contract.”
Kinn took it wordlessly. His fingers brushed Kim’s as he received the file.
There was a pause. Then, softly—
“You’re wondering about this, aren’t you?” Kinn lifted his arm slightly, letting the sleeve shift just enough to show the fresh stitches.
Kim’s jaw clenched. “I didn’t ask.”
“But you wanted to,” Kinn said with a small, tired smile. “It was just an accident. Nothing to worry about.”
Kinn leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on Kim’s retreating figure.
“Wait,” he said, voice smooth but firm.
Kim stopped instantly and turned. “Yes, sir?”
Kinn’s lips curled. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
Kim’s eyes widened slightly. “No, sir. I’ve just been busy handling your pending tasks.”
Kinn stood slowly, walking toward him, the soft sound of his footsteps making Kim tense. He stopped close—too close. Kim didn’t dare lift his eyes.
Kinn tilted his head, watching him.
“You really don’t look at me when I’m not in a suit?”
Kim’s brows furrowed. “Sir?”
“Do I need to wear something flashier to get your attention?” Kinn smirked.
Kim’s ears turned red instantly. “That’s not… I would never—I mean, that’s not appropriate, sir.”
Kinn chuckled, his tone teasing. “You really are too obedient sometimes, Kim.”
“I’m just doing my job.”
Kinn stepped a little closer, lowering his voice. “What if I said I like it when you're this obedient?”
Kim’s breath caught. His gaze stayed down, but his hands gripped the file tighter. “Sir, please…”
Kinn smiled at the response—subtle, flustered, but never running.
“Go,” he said finally, almost amused. “Before I say something truly inappropriate.”
Kim turned quickly, murmuring, “Yes, sir,” before hurrying out the door.
Kinn watched the door close, then whispered to himself with a smile,
“So easy to tease… but so damn hard to ignore.”
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The next day, Kim brought another file into Kinn’s office. He placed it carefully on the desk, bowing slightly.
“All signed, sir.”
Kinn glanced at the file, then at Kim. “You always look so serious when you’re working.”
Kim kept his eyes on the desk. “I try to be efficient.”
“Efficient… and handsome,” Kinn murmured casually.
Kim froze. “Sir?”
Kinn smiled, standing up and circling behind him slowly. “I’m just wondering,” he said near Kim’s ear, “do you ever smile when I’m not around?”
Kim’s breath hitched, but he stayed still. “I don’t think that’s relevant to the work, sir.”
Kinn chuckled. “You always say ‘sir’ so properly. Makes me want to ruin that composure a little.”
Kim's face turned crimson. “I–I don’t understand…”
“You do,” Kinn said, stepping back with a smirk. “That’s the best part.”
Kim turned slightly, swallowing hard. “Is there anything else, sir?”
Kinn gave a soft laugh. “No, Kim. But next time, smile a little. I’d like to see that.”
Kim nodded once and walked out, heart racing—his hands slightly trembling.
Behind the closed door, Kinn muttered to himself,
“That boy’s going to drive me insane.”