It feels intoxicating, when you look at me that way

by Jaswhit

Summary:

Gaon isn't one to do one night stands, but once he succumbs to that, he is embarrassed to encounter the next day the same man that railed him, at the restaurant he is having brunch with his best-friend.

Notes:

This is the original plot of I Don’t Really Talk Like This, I know (which I think I did mentioned in the notes) but while writting it, I got side-tracked and the story took a different turn. The idea was still itching inside my head, so I finally wrote it down.

Lots of songs from Ari Abdul inspired this, but title came from Taste specifically, if you were wondering.

No beta, sorry in advance.

“Come on, hurry! I can already see the place is packed.” Yells Soo-Hyun over her shoulder, her hand firmly pulling harder on Gaon’s own. How can she run with her platform sneakers while Gaon has flat dress shoes is beyond him. With a grunt he tries to keep up but the pain in his lower back is making it hard.

Of course, its not like he can share that bit of info with his best friend that has a crush on him ever since they met.

He still hurries and grips her hand tighter, making her turn slightly towards him.

He smiles, eyes crinkling in the corners. “We will make that line regardless, Soo-Hyun.” He says, making her grin grow. At last, the big double wooden doors are in front of them, the outside benches lining the windows full of people sitting and staring at them. Gaon gathers they are also waiting to get a table.

His eyes drift upwards towards the restaurant’s name, and he sighs just at the same time Soo-Hyun hugs his neck with one arm.

“I can’t wait to eat here.” Her enthusiasm makes him smile wider, and so he steps forwards and opens the door politely for her to get in first and make a beeline for the desk where the hostess is talking on the phone and checking her computer.

Trying to look composed and collected, Gaon clears his throat and smiles at the girl behind the desk, patiently waiting for her to hang up. Soo-Hyun has entertained herself checking out the cakes on display at the pickup counter. The girl at last hangs up and turns to him with a polite smile.

“Table for how many?” she asks, turning towards Gaon.

“Two please.” At that time, Soo-Hyun walks towards him and smiles at the hostess, fingers drumming distractedly on the countertop.

“In the name of?”

“Gaon.”

She nods and clicks on the computer.

“Excuse me, do you know the waiting time for a table?” asks Soo-Hyun, looking around the people standing or sitting around at the waiting area.

“We have a waiting list of around 45 minutes to an hour.” Soo-Hyun nods a little dejected but doesn’t comment further. The girl then bends to pick up a small rectangle from under the desk and pass it to Gaon across the dark surface of the desk. “Once your table is ready, this device will light up and vibrate. Please come in and hand it to me, then you will be directed to your table.”

Gaon nods at her, picks up the device given to him and follows after Soo-Hyun, who has walked back towards the cakes.

“Those all look delicious. Do you think you can decide which one to have?” she asks, eyes shining at the varied display. Gaon stares too and purses his lips in thought.

“Not sure, they all look very tempting.” He shrugs, thinking that when the time comes, he will decide for the one that calls to him the most.

“Well, lets go walk around and come back in 30 minutes. No use standing here.” Suggests Soo-Hyun, walking towards the door and Gaon following behind.

Just as they exit, more people come in.

They walk further down the street and look around the stores close-by, Soo-Hyun taking the lead and Gaon just following her around.

There are more restaurants as well, all with much more reasonable waiting times, but Soo-Hyun really wanted to visit that new place, so they keep walking.

“I’m sorry for the long wait. I knew it was going to be packed and still insisted to come here.” She looks apologetic and Gaon waves that away with a hand.

“I also wanted to come here.” He assures her.

“Well yeah, but after yesterday’s night, aren't you tired?” Gaon grimaces a little and shrugs.

“We already had plans.” He insists. She nods with a smile.

“I would have understood. I mean, you got to your place at around 4AM, right? Didn’t know those events ended so late.”

“Hm, well, it was at a hotel, so I think that’s why. Many guests had a room booked in.” He smiles tightly at her and turns to look away from her, hoping his cheeks aren’t turning red.

He suddenly feels a little hot.

She smiles.

“And did you have fun? I know how much you hate politics and the lot.” Her arms sneak around his to get them closer and match their pace.

He nods.

“It was fine.” His voice is barely a murmur, and he wants to hit himself for being so bad at hiding stuff from her.

“Just fine? Tell me how it was! Who did you meet there?” she insists.

Gaon’s mind momentarily takes him back to that night.

Flashback

Professor Min is giving Gaon’s crooked tie a last attempt to straighten it but there is no use, so he just apologetically pats it down Gaon’s chest and focuses instead on a rebellious lock of hair out of place.

“Thank you for coming with me. I have wanted to introduce you to some of my colleagues for a while and this is the perfect opportunity.” Gaon nods at the older man.

“Thank you, Professor Min. I know this is a one in a million chance for me to get to know some very important people.”

They share a last smile, and then walk up the stairs of the big Hotel hosting the event, following a group of women in beautiful and elegant dresses, each accompanied by an equally well-dressed man.

Gaon is a little taken aback at the sophisticated way everyone is dressed and feels a little bad with his second-hand suit and crooked tie. Professor Min’s wife told him he makes up with his pretty face and intelligent brain, so he hopes to at least give a good enough impression on the colleagues Professor Min wants to introduce him to.

The many guests walking around them all follow the instructions of the Hotel waitstaff that ushers them in the direction of the salon where the event is being held.

Once inside Gaon lets himself look around at the place, taking in the high ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers, the big round tables set around the place in front of the built-in platform where a podium is being set up. Waiters walk around with beverages and canapés, offering them to the ones already sitting or just walking in. Professor Min grabs two flutes full of a pink bubbly drink and passes one to Gaon, motioning with his head for him to follow.

They head towards the back, where a group of older men are standing around greeting each other.

“Gentleman.” Addresses Professor Min, making them all turn towards them and open a space in their circle. They all smile politely and get closer to greet him.

“Chief Min, what a surprise seeing you here.” Says one while patting him in the arm.

“My wife wanted a quiet night and couldn’t find a better way to get rid of me.” Jokes Professor Min, making the others laugh.

“My wife was the one wanting to come.” Bemoans one, and they all chuckle at him.

“Who is this, Jeong-ho?” asks one of the men surrounding Gaon and looking at him directly in curiosity.

Professor Min grabs Gaon by the shoulder and pushes him in front of him with a smile.

“This is my protégé. Kim Gaon. I told you all about him.”

“Oh yes, I remember him. Nice to meet you Gaon-ssi.” Suddenly all the older men get closer to Gaon and start greeting him politely, his hand going from one to another while they are all introduced by Professor Min.

“So good that you brought him. It’s time he starts to get familiar with these things.”

“Yes, he can easily network with your help.”

“Did you take him with Judge Park? I saw him earlier today.”

“I saw Minister Cha as well, would be good to introduce them.”

“Since the social responsibility foundation is hosting this event is only natural that you also take him to see them. Chairman Seo is by the front of the stage, getting ready to give his speech.”

Everyone pipes in with more people Professor Min should take Gaon meet, and he is already regretting coming. He fakes a polite smile and lets himself be pull this way and that by the older men, all making comments about the person he is shaking hands with or clinking their flutes of champagne with his.

It’s a very busy hour or so, but he makes it and finally at last, they are seated at an empty table catching their breaths and having a bite of the few canapes Professor Min was able to snatch from a waiter.

“It’s good they all took a liking to you. You will need it once you start your career as a Judge.”

Gaon nods, chewing slowly on the cream cheese and salmon cracker he has in his hand.

“It was very hectic, not gonna lie.” Professor Min laughs at that and places a sure hand on his shoulder.

“They are good people, don’t worry. And you made a good impression on them as well.” Assures the older man. Gaon smiles, happy that it wasn’t so bad.

Suddenly, someone comes to their table.

“Chief Min, Judge Kang has arrived.” They whisper to Professor Min, and Gaon looks curiously at the way the older man’s eyebrows furrow.

“Well, we should greet him as well. Better now than later. Come Gaon, I should introduce you to this man. You may work with him after all.” He stands with a sigh and Gaon hurries after him. He doesn’t think he remembers this Judge, or why Professor Min’s face is full of dread at the meeting.

They follow after the guy -he looks not that much older than Gaon- that told them about the Judge, all the way towards a table by the front, where Chairman Seo is candidly talking with an unknown woman, and an unknown man with his back towards them.

Gaon wants to turn away at the sight of them. Chairman Seo has a very patronizing way of speaking to him it’s incredibly annoying. Even if he is like that with everyone, from what he can see and hear.

He sucks it up and wears a tense smile when their conversation is interrupted with their arrival. The guy that brough Professor Min and Gaon to them steps a little closer to the trio, smiling politely.

“Chairman Seo, Miss Park, Judge Kang. Sorry for the interruption but Miss Jung requested Chief Min to be formally introduced to Judge Kang.” The guy bows and then walks away. Judge Kang turns and stands in front of Professor Min, Gaon a few steps behind, aware of the weird smile the woman next to the judge has set upon him.

Chairman Seo makes and ‘Aha’ kind of face.

“Where is she, I wonder.” He mumbles to himself but smiles to them none the less. “Please, be my guest Chief Min. Judge Kang is a very promising asset of ours.” The way his eyes drift towards the woman opposite him, and they both share a look seems suspicious in Gaon’s opinion, but he doesn’t comment.

“Chief Min Jeong-Ho. We meet at last.” Says the so-called Judge Kang, with a baritone that makes itself be heard in the noisy room.

They both shake hands and, by the way Professor Min stands rigidly during the whole ordeal, it seems he isn’t that happy at the meeting.

“Judge Kang Yo-Han. I have heard a lot about you.” Has his voice risen in pitch or is Gaon listening to things now?

“Who hasn’t?” asks Judge Kang with a playful tone. Chairman Seo and Miss Park both laugh obnoxiously at that.

Gaon wants to laugh as well but only bites his lip.

What a peculiar man, he thinks to himself.

Professor Min hides a scoff with a cough and moves aside to show Gaon behind him. “Please, let me introduce my protégé to you. This is Lawyer Kim Gaon. He is just finishing the required training at the Judicial Research and Training Institute to become a Judge.” he adds proudly.

To say that Gaon’s breath hitches at the sight of Judge Kang is an understatement. His tan skin and angular features are breath taking. The suit tailored to his exact measurements and the proper way his hair is arrange give him such and elegant air that it makes Gaon feel self-conscious of his own last minute put-together ensemble.

The man stares him down so intensely it makes him feel hot all over. From embarrassment or what, he isn’t sure.

“Kim Gaon. A pleasure to meet you. Kang Yo-Han, at your service.” His hand extends towards Gaon in what seems like slow motion, and for a beat or two, he stares at it, frozen, until the pointed looks of the people around him set him in motion and he clasps it hurriedly.

“Judge Kang, the pleasure is mine.” The moment Gaon raises his eyes to formally meet those of Judge Kang, their gazes lock up immediately, everything else fading into the background. The only thing Gaon can focus on is the warm hand clasping his and how the older Judge intently stares at his whole face, eyes travelling from his eyes, downwards to his lips, and overall, everywhere they can set their sight on, as if Gaon is a wonder to behold.

Their handshake extends for a little too long, he notices, with the way Miss Park side-eyes Chairman Seo with a tight smile and Professor Min clasps harder on his shoulder.

He has to pull his hand away, with how tight Judge Kang is holding it, but at last, the spell is broken, and they are laughing awkwardly.

“Isn’t this boy handsome? He could be an idol with that pretty face of his.” Compliments the woman, sending him heated looks and even winking at him. Professor Min laughs at that, most likely thinking about his wife’s words, and Judge Kang’s smirk grows.

“Indeed.” He says, while Chairman Seo laughs in the fakest laugh Gaon has ever heard.

Fortunately for Gaon, at that moment, a person steps behind the podium and after clearing their throat loudly, they request all participants to go their designated tables.

“Ah, let’s get this started.” Drawls Chairman Seo, smiling kindly to them all and then slipping away gracefully. Miss Park clasps Judge Kang on the back softly.

“Yo-Han, you must be on my table, come on.”

Professor Min doesn’t bother saying farewell to any of them, only nodding and turning, Gaon hurrying behind him with a last stole look towards Judge Kang, who is equally staring at him in wonderment.

They return to their table, now occupied with some of Professor Min’s colleagues, and take a seat, right on time for Chairman Seo to start his usual speech.

End flashback

Gaon scoffs slightly with a tight smile.

“Who didn’t I meet.” He shakes his head slightly, still processing the amount of important people he met just the night prior, trying hard not to think about a certain Judge, less he starts remembering what happened between them.

“Uh, does that mean that you are ready to start a political career?” asks Soo-Hyun teasingly while grabbing him by the arm, and inconspicuously directing him towards the restaurant once again.

“As if. I’m not cut with the same cloth as them.” He mumbles, grateful.

If he learned something about them is that they all seem too fake for his liking.

He can’t imagine leading that kind of professional life.

“Good, I would hate to put you on my list of people to keep an eye on for funny business.” She teases and Gaon snorts.

“Wouldn’t you have loved getting close to them?” he asks instead. He knows she has been having several cases where powerful people are the primary suspects for evidence or crucial people to disappear.

“I would, yes. But they do not like cops so I doubt they would even spill any worthwhile beans while in my presence.” She shrugs and Gaon acquiesces. Even with him they all seemed closed off.

All except Judge Kang that is.

Flashback

The rest of the night, while they all listen to multiple people chatter away about their projects, expectations and accomplishments, Gaon could feel a gaze on him so hot it felt like a brand against the side of his face.

When he armed himself with enough courage to look around for the culprit, his gaze found Judge Kang’s intense eyes set upon him from a few tables away, attention completely on Gaon and ignoring however was on the podium.

It was hard for him to pretend he couldn’t notice that stare and eat his meal with fake calmness.

He wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous by the attention, or why did it ignite a fire within him that burned him from the inside out.

“Gaon, are you feeling all right? You seem like you could be running a fever.” Says Professor Min, leaning closer to him to look in concern.

Gaon shakes his head and smiles tightly.

“Not at all. I just feel a little bit hot, that’s all.” He whispers, suddenly interrupted by the people around him clapping loudly at whatever Minister Cha had said now that she had the stage for herself.

He decides to remove his suit jacket, grateful that he isn’t the only one that had done so.

Professor Min’s gaze still lingers on him for a few more seconds, not convinced, but not pushing it either.

End flashback

“Come on, let’s wait inside.” Says Soo-Hyun, pulling him from his memories once more and letting Gaon know they have reached the restaurant already.

He nods and follows her inside, all the way to one cushion bench in the wall parallel to the desk in the waiting area. Seems like while there is still a long line of waiting people, most of them thought the same as Gaon and Soo-Hyun and decided to kill some time walking around.

He is just getting comfortable in the small seat available for him between the wall and Soo-Hyun, when his eyes raise up and lock with those of a person standing across from him, who is not other but Judge Kang Yo-Han.

The same man he met the prior night and with whom he had more than a few words.

He is sure his shock filled face imitates that of Judge Kang, who is porting a surprised look on his visage.

Gaon looks away first, pretending he doesn’t know him and trying to even out his breathing, which is starting to increase enough to be considered him hyperventilating.

“Gaon, are you okay?” asks Soo-Hyun next to him, grabbing his sweaty hand and looking in obvious concern at him. Gaon swallows thickly and closes his eyes tightly trying to focus on her hand gripping his so he can ground himself.

It won’t do for him to make a scene and having to explain why to her.

After a few deep breaths he nods and smiles, turning towards her to anchor him further. It works, and his smile turns a little softer now.

“Yes, thanks Soo-Hyun.” She looks at him like he’s got three eyes instead of two but nods anyways, a little uncertain still.

“If you want to wait outside to get some fresh air we can go.” Her suggestion is kind, and that, in addition to the way she is caressing the back of the hand she is holding, makes him feel a thousand times better.

“I would like that, actually.” Her smile reassures him, and they both stand, slipping once again towards the exit -all the while, feeling a heavy gaze on the back of his head- and taking a seat in a hardwood bench from outside, where the shade is enough for them not to feel the heat of the morning sun.

A few minutes in quiet silence pass by slowly. It gives Gaon time to compose himself enough before the dreaded questioning begins. And Soo-Hyun does not disappoint.

“Wanna talk about it?” she starts with.

He sighs through his nose and shrugs.

“Nothing important. I was just thinking about last night.” He can feel her insistent gaze on him but doesn’t budge. It’s not really something he wants to share with her. He knows she will not only feel disappointed, but may judge him, and he would rather hide this from her than cause unnecessary trouble in their friendship.

“Well, you are starting to scare me.” she chuckles awkwardly, trying to hide her concern. “Was it that bad?”

He shakes his head, and leans back against the back of the bench, sighing deeply.

“It was a different experience, that’s all.” The vagueness of his words is meant to soothe her, but he knows it only helps to make it all seem cryptic. “And it was a learning experience, so, there’s that.” He adds, biting his slip to avoid grinning at the memories. His cheeks are starting to feel a bit hot, but he will pretend is due to the wave heat.

Soo-Hyun hums next to him, not entirely happy with how little he shares with her but doesn’t press further.

“As long as it was a fulfilling experience…” she starts with, looking distractedly to a new message on her phone. Gaon represses the urge to snort at her chosen words.

If only she knew how fulfilling it was. Awkwardness forgotten and all that.

Flashback

“Gaon, I will excuse myself for a moment.” Says Professor Min after finishing the main course of their western inspired meal. He shows Gaon his packet of cigarettes and looks at least, a little bit apologetic at it, but Gaon doesn’t chastise him. He himself quitted while still in high school and knows how difficult it is to leave the bad habit behind. Sometimes he craves it, but works hard not to give in. “There’s still some time before dessert, in case you want to walk around and stretch your legs.” Suggests Professor Min.

Gaon nods and takes a last sip of his wine -lips smacking in delight at the berry afternote of it-, while listening to the rustle of Professor Min slipping away in the direction of the exit where other people is making a beeline, most likely with the same intention of getting a smoke.

His table is almost empty, except for a matrimony across him that is so focus on their little quarrel to notice him slipping away. He avoids the congregation of people, and heads towards the main entrance of the hall, sure that he saw somewhere close-by the sign for the bathrooms when he made his way inside.

A few long empty corridors later, he finds them and slips inside, the noise of his dress shoes against the marble floor the only noise in the enclose space.

After finishing his business and washing his hands thoroughly he contemplates the thought of calling Soo-Hyun. More for entertainment than anything else, since there’s nothing else for him to do while he waits.

He needs another way besides smoking to relieve some of the stress he got by being with so much strung-out people wanting to please the higher ups. Including Professor Min. No wonder the older man slipped away to indulge in his bad habit.

Just as he is discarding the idea and turning away from the mirror to go back towards the event, the door opens and in comes none other than Judge Kang, who is looking at him as if he was searching specifically for him.

“Kim Gaon.” His smile widens, and the door closes behind him in slow motion.

“Err, Judge Kang.” He bows, not sure how else to address the older male. When he stands straight again, he notices Judge Kang is closer to him. He gives an imperceptible step back and clears his throat. “It has been a wonderful evening so far, hasn’t it?” he says, trying to smile confidently, his hand curling around the porcelain sink behind him.

“It has, yes.” He gets even closer, hands raising to straighten the crooked tie around Gaon’s neck, eyes not leaving his for a second. “Have you been entertained enough?” he asks, head cocking to the side.

Gaon blinks twice at the question.

“I hardly think entertainment is one of the purposes of this event.” He mumbles, feeling the warm hand of Judge Kang slide along the white collar of his shirt and down his chest, as if trying to smooth the little wrinkles Gaon knows are there.

“I believe quite the contrary. This whole thing has been but a show for us.” He seems amused for some reason, and Gaon doesn’t understand if it is at his expense or not.

“How so?” he probes further, interested in the line of thought of the older man.

“Maybe you are not too involved in things to understand yet.” Judge Kang’s look turns assessing, eyes drinking in every part of Gaon’s currently flushed face. “But I have the hunch that you will soon be.” His smile turns kinder then, and his hand finally slips away from the dangerous path it was making towards Gaon’s lower abdomen.

Gaon doesn’t try to get an explanation to that, brain too scramble at the closeness of the older man to even understand it. He just nods shakily and steps to the side.

“I have to go back, please excuse me.” He mumbles while hurriedly making his way towards the door.

“Kim Gaon.” Stops him Judge Kang, voice not even raising to be a shout but commanding enough to make Gaon halt his hasty re-treat. He turns halfway towards the older man. “Enjoy dessert.” Advises the Judge with an enigmatic smile.

Gaon raises an eyebrow at him in confusion but nods none the less, then leaves, feeling his face hot all over again.

End flashback

The device in his hand vibrating breaks him out of his memories and he stands to hurry.

“Seems like we have a table at last.” He says, showing the blinking red light on the thing he is holding. Soo-Hyun puts away her phone and smiles, using Gaon’s arm to pull herself up.

“It didn’t feel like an eternity later.” She jokes while they make the short way towards the entrance.

Gaon chuckles, but his mind is somewhere else. His eyes sweep the waiting area quickly, hoping to not find -or maybe quite the contrary- Judge Kang still there. Luck is on his side that day, because he avoids that encounter while calmly walking towards the desk, not even wanting to think about where the man could be.

He swiftly slides the device in his hand towards the girl behind the desk and smiles.

“Table for 2, under Gaon’s name?” he asks. She nods once and grabs the device from the table, sliding it down to put it away while checking the computer.

“Please follow me.” She requests, picking up two menus from a podium next to the desk and walks further into the restaurant, Gaon and Soo-Hyun trailing behind her and marveling at the elegant yet homey place.

The table she chooses is a booth at the far end of the restaurant, right before exiting to the terrace.

Gaon moves to the side to let Soo-Hyun choose the side she wants and then slips in the one in front of her, looking at the crystal walls that separate the outside terrace from the restaurant.

Once again, his eyes end up meeting those of Judge Kang, separated now only by a mere crystal door. He almost chokes on his saliva at the surprise of seeing him again, and so close still. He really hoped the man had leave or gotten a table far away from him.

How can he focus on Soo-Hyun if he knows the man that ruined him is a few feet away from him?

“…on? Gaon?” a hand waves in front of him and he comes to the present, noticing now the waiting look Soo-Hyun is sending him and the waiter standing next to them, also in wait it seems.

“Sorry, sorry. What was that?” he asks, looking around the table and picking up the menu hurriedly.

“What would you like to drink, sir?” asks the waiter once more with a polite smile.

Gaon nods, swallows and adjusts the suddenly too tight collar of his shirt.

“A mineral lemonade please.” He says in what he hopes is an audible volume. The waiter fortunately nods and leaves, leaving now only Soo-Hyun to stare at Gaon as if he has grown a second head.

“You are acting incredibly weird. Are you tired? Would you rather go back home and take a nap?” she asks, letting the menu back on the table and grabbing her backpack, ready to leave if Gaon so wishes to.

He shakes his head vehemently, ashamed of ruining the experience for her because of his weird behavior.

“Of course not. I’m fine, I just…mmm, got lost in the architecture of the restaurant. It’s very…refined.” He says, a tight smile spreading his lips.

Soo-Hyun raises an eyebrow at him, once more, un-convinced of his answer. But as always, patience comes through, and she doesn’t call him out on it.

“If you say so.” Her attention goes back to her menu, though Gaon can feel the addition of her gaze upon him, besides the one from Judge Kang of course.

It takes him a while to focus enough to peruse the wide diversity of western dishes to choose from, but he ends up opting for something with flavor and variety -spicy cajun pasta with chicken and shrimp-, that kind of reminds him of a comfort food his mom used to cook for him when he was a child. Soo-Hyun can´t decide between the cheese potato soup or a turkey and ham sandwich, so she chooses the special that has half and half, plus a side salad.

The methodical steps it takes to review the menu, select what he wants and then let the waiter know once he is back with their drinks helps Gaon come back to a sense of calm that he lost when he saw Kang Yo-Han was at the same restaurant as him. He can time the perfect moment for him to slide his gaze surreptitiously to where the older man is sitting outside in the terrace, and very sneakily stare from under his lashes so as to not make it obvious he is looking towards him.

Judge Kang is currently drinking wine while looking at his phone. He is sitting laid back with a leg crossed at ankle level over the knee of the other, the epitome of relax and careless. The person with him is a woman with a short bob and a flowery dress that looks elegant and demure. She seems to be looking at the older man with rapt attention while he ignores her in place of typing something on his phone.

Incredibly different to the way the Judge acted the prior night with him.

His whole attention was on Gaon the entire time since they were introduced.

Flashback

The way back to his seat is done in a blur, Gaon’s face burning at the last comment from the Judge, even if it sounded innocent, there was something in the man’s gaze that told him there was something else behind his words.

He makes it back in time to beat Professor Min, and so he makes his best to compose himself and finishes his wine in a big gulp to calm down faster. A waiter helpfully comes by to refill it for him and then at last, Professor Min slides next to him. He smells a lot of cigarettes and Gaon craves one so much he must clench his hands on the excess fabric of his slacks.

“Sorry for the wait, Gaon-ah. Did I miss anything?” asks the older man, stealing a quick sip of his own wine glass while staring at Gaon over the rim of it. Gaon smiles and shakes his head, trying hard not to fidget under the scrutiny of Professor Min.

More people return to their table and Professor Min entertains himself with a polite conversation regarding his new appointment as Chief Judge. Gaon mutes the congratulations and compliments, focusing instead on the silverware in front of him.

He can still feel his face warm, but his hands are no longer shaking. A sort of expectation has filled him and there is even a starting excitement in the pit of his stomach, giving him the sense of having butterflies all inside him. His eyes stray towards the table where Judge Kang is sitting. The man is conversing with the people on his table, a sideways smirk peaking in between polite nods and amiable chuckles. He’s got a detached kind of energy, as if he is merely an observer to a play, however his civil involvement with the rest of the people around him clearly shows him as a playing part in it.

Gaon doesn’t realize he is holding his breath until it escapes him in a sigh the moment Judge Kang turns towards him, eyes zeroing from afar as if aware of Gaon’s attention regardless of the distance between them. Even if he wanted to, Gaon cannot look away.

It could be his imagination, but he thinks the man’s eyes have darken. Or did they hooded the moment they set themselves upon him? His mouth quirks imperceptible, and he even winks at him!

Then Gaon turns, taken off guard at the brash gesture, heat raising to his neck and face in a second. He is only snapped out of his distracted turmoil by the arrival of the waiters and the placements of the dessert in front of him and every other person at his table.

An elaborate chocolate mousse with crème fraîche sorbet and strawberry geleé. It pairs well with their current wine and so Gaon distracts himself with it, enjoying every bite.

The woman next to him starts a conversation then, asking if he has already finished school and what his current job is. He can’t remember her name, but he is sure she is married to a High Court Judge from Daejon. Her amiable attitude and kind smile help Gaon forget the frenzy that was spreading within him before, and so he relaxes while answering as best as he can to her questions.

The more they converse, the more the woman starts acting more freely and ends up touching Gaon on the arm several times and batting her lashes at him, ending with compliments about his good looks and how lucky is any girlfriend of his to have him.

Awkward is not enough to encapsule how Gaon feels at the moment, and so he is grateful beyond belief when Professor Min calls his name and requests him to follow him to a different table, quickly apologizing at the suddenness of him leaving but rushing to do so anyway.

There’s lot of people standing up now and walking around to converse with others from afar. There seems like no other person will make a speech as of now, so the place fills with the cacophony of hundreds of conversations happening at once.  

After an hour, or so of moving around and around to speak to some more people -new or old acquaintances of Professor Min-, it finally is time for them to leave.

“Come on Gaon-ah, I will take you home.” Says Professor Min, directing him towards the exit. Gaon’s eyes search for Judge Kang as he leaves, but when he doesn’t find him amongst the people remaining, he sighs and follows suit.

“It’s fine. Soo-Hyun said she could pick me up, I will call her since is not so late.” Professor Min is about to protest when a very drunk man exits behind them while being held by another guy, and he ends up clicking his tongue instead at the sight.

“Wasn’t he holding off the liquor?” he asks, getting closer to give a hand in holding the drunkard upright. The other man huffs and shakes his head.

“One sip of champagne and he folded like a lawn chair.” They both laugh at the comment, while Gaon is by the side looking unimpressed at the ahjussi almost falling down with his tripping feet.

“Gaon-ah, if Soo-Hyun will really pick you up, then I will help Judge Lee get home.” Gaon nods and bows to the older men, letting them walk by and watching how they momentarily struggle at the stairs.

A strong gush of wind suddenly reminds him he didn’t put his suit jacket back on and so he rushes back towards the salon to find it. Lucky him, it’s still in the back of his chair and the table has finally vacated of people -specially, touchy ladies-.

He checks his watch on the way out, noticing it’s almost 11PM; still early enough to shoot Soo-Hyun a message. She had enthusiastically offered a ride when she helped Gaon get ready, thinking that if him or Professor Min had a few drinks, they might need it.

Just when he is patting down his pants to search for his phone, someone grabs him by the arm and stops him on his tracks. He turns, startled, and sees the lady from before smiling at him with all teeth.

“Gaonie! So glad I could catch you again. You suddenly disappear, naughty boy.” She chuckles and hugs his arm like a python, constricting and quickly.

Gaon tries not to pull a face but the sudden contact from the woman that has been flirting with him non-stop makes him feel icky.

“Sorry, Professor Min wanted me to have a word with some of his colleagues.” He smiles a little, eyes looking around for help. Everyone is on their own things, barely paying attention to him, and Professor Min is long gone.

“I can also introduce you to some people! I’m going to meet some of them in a private room right now. Why don’t you come with me?” more like a question, it seems like an order, with the way she starts pulling at him towards the back of the hotel, away from the people gathered around the salon.

He is a few seconds to snap his arm back forcefully and say not very nice things to the woman, when two heavy hands place on his shoulders stopping them both suddenly.

“Kim Gaon, here you are. Professor Min is searching for you.” The man steps in front of them now, revealing none other than Judge Kang; his hands never leaving Gaon. His eyes widen slightly in fake surprise at the woman next to Gaon and he puts on a flirtatious smile. “Oh my, if it isn’t Ms. Choi. Beautiful as ever.” As the gentleman he is, he grabs the woman’s hand in a feather like touch and kisses the back of it, his eyes never leaving hers.

The woman has such shock on her face it’s funny, and then she turns shy at the attention.

“Oh, Judge Kang. You always know how to compliment a woman.” She chuckles, finally letting go of Gaon to cover her smile. Gaon slides slightly closer to Judge Kang, making sure to get some distance between him and the lady now that her attention is elsewhere.

Judge Kang’s arm around over his shoulder make Gaon feel strangely safe, so he doesn’t shy away from it.

“Only saying the truth. I hope you don’t mind me stealing him. His mentor was very worried for his whereabouts.”

The woman shakes her head and sighs.

“Of course not, I think I already stole him enough time.” She laughs without enthusiasm, but still smiling.

Judge Kang nods at her and then pulls Gaon away, hand slipping down from his shoulder to the lower part of his back.

As soon as they turn a corner away from the prying eyes of Ms. Choi or anyone else, Gaon sighs in relief.

“Thank you.” He mumbles in a tiny voice, ashamed to get involved in such situation.

Judge Kang looks at him assessing with a raised eyebrow.

“Woman in politics -and that includes those married into politics- are like lionesses. Smelling the fresh blood and waiting to pounce. Don’t forget that baby deer.” he says with a teasing smirk, finally letting go of Gaon’s waist and walking away.

“Wait!” calls Gaon. Judge Kang turns back towards him. “Didn’t you said Professor Min was searching for me?” he asks, stepping closer to the older man.

Judge Kang smiles, head tilting to the side.

“Chief Min left some time ago, didn’t he?”

“Right, he did. So, you lied.”

The man shrugs. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Gaon bites his lip. So, Judge Kang was there when Professor Min had to leave. Was that a coincidence or was he that attentive of Gaon?

“Why would you go to such lengths just to help me?” his voice sounds unsure, and Gaon just wants things to be clear for him.

Judge Kang’s smile never drops; he takes a step forward, hands once more trying to straighten Gaon’s crooked tie, their eyes never breaking apart.

“I wanted to see if you would come with me.” He says, honest.

Gaon’s eyes widen.

‘I wanted you to choose me instead’, sounds like in Gaon’s ears.

“I did.” Comes out of Gaon in a whisper, hands sweating at his sides.

Judge Kang’s eyes darken at his words, and his smile turns dangerous. It makes a chill run down Gaon’s spine, toes curling in apprehension.

“We already had dessert, but what about a second serving? Wouldn’t you like to have a taste?” his words sound like sin incarnated, and Gaon knows for a fact, that whatever Judge Kang gives him to taste, will be unrelated to any sweet thing he had had before.

His heartbeat increases, and his breath grows ragged.

He nods.

The darken gaze that looks at him, makes him feel like he signed a deal with the devil.

End flashback

His eyes flick downwards, and his lips twist in a light grimace at the thought that the woman with him could be a girlfriend. Or maybe his wife? His cheeks heat at the idea of having done what he did with a married man. He doesn’t remember the Judge wearing a ring when they met.

To entertain himself he takes a sip of his lemonade and sighs in content at the refreshing taste of it. Soo-Hyun is looking at him with an amused smile.

“What?” he asks, eyes wide in question and hands fluttering with his napkin nervously.

“You were doing some funny faces just now. Remembered something from last night?” she asks with a knowing smirk.

Gaon laughs, embarrassed at having been so expressive with his face just now.

“Well, something like that. There was a lady on my table that seemed to have a very…physical interest in me.” Soo-Hyun’s eyes widen in shock, and she almost chokes on her own soda.

“No way! What did she do?” the scandalous tone she uses entertains Gaon, glad that she is so offended on his behalf.

“She only got a little bit touchy, nothing I couldn’t handle.” He doesn’t want to dive further into the whole experience, otherwise he would have to share about Judge Kang as well.

“Ugh, I hate when important people do that. They think they can get away with anything.” Her scoff sends some of her fringe flying out of her eyes and Gaon smiles at her. “How old was she?” she wonders, looking back at Gaon.

“Mm, maybe younger than Professor Min? I don’t know for sure.” He shrugs, not really that interested in knowing. Most likely, he won’t ever see her again. If he’s lucky.

His eyes stray back towards the older man a few feet away.

His waitress has just arrived with his food, and he is smiling charmingly at her while she places it in front of him, refilling his wine as well. When she moves to do so, she obscures his vision of him and Gaon decides to look away. It won’t do if Soo-Hyun notices he is looking too much in a single direction.

When his attention drifts towards her, she is wearing furrow eyebrows while looking at her phone.

“Is everything all right?” he asks.

She nods distractedly for a second, types something, then puts her phone away with a sigh.

“The usual. There is a new witness we can´t locate so investigation isn´t moving forward.” Gaon grimaces at that. “But I may have an inkling of their whereabouts, just need to confirm some things.” Her attention seems to go elsewhere for a moment, until their waiter arrives with their food and places them in front of them.

“Oh, this is…a lot.” Gaon looks startled at the huge plate filled to the brim with pasta, shrimps, chicken and lots of veggies. It looks delicious, but he isn´t sure he will finish it.

Soo-Hyun´s dish looks more balanced with its portions, and just as appetizing.

“Don´t worry, I will help you.” says Soo-Hyun with a wink.

“You better.”

“In exchange of you telling me more about yesterday.” She begs. Gaon laughs, shaking his head.

“What else do you want to know? I think I have share enough.”

She shakes her head and wags a finger in front of his face.

“You barely did, don´t deflect.”

Gaon tries not to react at that and starts eating his food, placing some of his shrimps and veggies in Soo-Hyun’s plate so she can have a taste. For a moment she is too distracted trying his food to continue the conversation, but then she doubles down once done.

“Go back to that old lady who groped you. You said she wasn´t as old as Professor Min, but I think that is still old.” Her nose wrinkles in distaste and Gaon only raises an eyebrow. “Come on, who would want to get frisky with an older person?” she rolls her eyes good naturedly, but Gaon refrains from saying anything, drinking some of his lemonade to occupy himself instead of saying something.

Just when she is about to continue on the topic, her phone rings and with a whispered curse she excuses herself and stands from their table, walking away.

A shaky sigh leaves Gaon’s lips while he remembers how eager he was to be with an older man. His cheeks heat at the memory, and he pretends to be focus on his food while his mind goes back in time.

Flashback

Like a man under a spell, he lets himself be guided deeper into the hotel, towards an elevator and up many floors. The steady hold of Judge Kang’s hand on the low of his back, grounds him, but also makes him lose focus occasionally while thinking where else he could feel that touch, and preferably with no clothes in between.

In no time, they are inside a very luxurious looking suite, and for a moment, Gaon freezes looking around, questioning himself, his actions and those of Judge Kang.

His eyes search for the older man and when he finds him, he is removing his suit jacket and bow tie, carefully placing them in a loveseat deeper inside the room. He turns just in time to catch Gaon gaping at him, and smirks devilish.

The way he undoes his handcuffs make Gaon swallow saliva hard, and without breaking eye-contact he too starts undressing, stepping closer to Judge Kang so he can leave his clothes and shoes with the rest of their outfit.

They are now standing inches apart, the Judge slowly unbuttoning his white shirt until it’s gaping open at the front and Gaon can peek at the hard abs underneath it. His own fingers tremble when he starts undoing the buttons of his own shirt, but there is not an ounce of indecision in his movements.

“Are you as new to this as you were to the earlier event downstairs?” asks the older man. Gaon wants to say yes but refrains from answering altogether. He knows he can be easily read, no need to confirm what’s visibly shown. His chain raises in defiance though, daring him to call him out on it.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he helps Gaon slide the shirt off from his shoulders, slightly caressing the smooth skin there and raising goosebumps all over his arms and neck, and then his hands slide down along his chest, the tips teasingly flicking at his nipples until they have reach his lower belly and can slip downwards enough to start undoing his belt, all the while looking at him intently in the eyes, as if expecting for Gaon to shy away at his bolden touches.

Gaon moves his own arms towards the broad set of shoulders of the Judge, letting his hands slide over them and under the shirt until he too can slide it off and let his eyes roam all over the naked expanse of skin available for him. He doesn’t realize his pants are already on the floor, unconsciously moving out of them when indicated to do so. So busy he is letting his hands roam around the taut skin over hard muscle, lips slightly aghast in wonder and hunger.

In a slow movement, that seems almost practiced, they get even closer, until at last, their lips find each other’s, and a caressing kiss is shared between dizzying breaths. The Judge’s mouth tastes like the berry wine Gaon had earlier, and it’s as intoxicating, if not more.

Gaon lets his nails rake down the hard chest under his hands at the same time he is roughly grabbed by the waist, the breath punched out of him at the intensity of that sole kiss.

The heat between them exponentially raises.

Suddenly he feels like there’s still too many clothes between them, so he too hurries to undo the belt around the thick waist of the Judge and frantically pulls the slacks down, hands trembling slightly in his excitement.

An amused chuckle sounds when they suddenly break apart, and before he can even ask what’s so funny, he is kissed again, warm hands grabbing his underwear and pulling it down almost making him trip in the process of getting rid of it. The Judge grabs him firmly from the waist and bites his bottom lip on the next breath, almost short circuiting Gaon’s brain when his bare cock makes contact with the underwear of the other man, the outline of his hard-on more than obvious against his flesh.  

“Gaon, breath.” Whispers next to his ear, tongue playfully licking his earlobe and then mouth sliding down to suck lightly on his neck. He obeys, taking a deep breath, eyes close to focus on regulating his heart that is currently beating like crazy, almost as if trying to get out of his chest and run away.

When did his arms tighten around the other’s neck? His fingers graze softly against the short soft hair at his nape and that’s enough to ground him.

Once calm enough, he opens his eyes.

He is being stared at intensely, but not with judgement. More like concern and perhaps endearment. He is about to feel self-conscious of his state of nakedness but is at that moment that the other man finishes removing his own clothes, baring himself to Gaon without an ounce of shame.

Is he used to this or is he that confident on his attributes? Gaon’s eyes travel downwards and that gives him the answer, mouth clamping shut in embarrassment at the sight of another’s man well endowed member. His eyes look away fast, and his arms release the hold on the other’s neck, suddenly feeling awkward.

He then realizes they are standing in the middle of the bathroom.

“What-?” He starts, now confused.

“We will improvise.”

The explanation leaves a lot to be desired, but he doesn’t question it when he is motioned towards the shower. It’s big, with a detachable showerhead on one wall and all necessary amenities in the built-in shelf opposite it.

He is just reading the labels of the scattered items when the sudden splash of warm water makes him gasp and turn.

His words catch inside his throat at the sight of the other man now wet and enjoying the pressure of the water sliding all over his naked skin. The next minute, he is being pulled against the hard wet chest of the Judge, water drenching him now fully and making his hair slick down. As if on autopilot, he lets himself be hugged candidly and searches for the other’s mouth, sighing in content at the plush lips against his own and the playful tongue seeking his in a sloppy kiss.

It’s messy, with too much tongue and perhaps a bit of teeth but it makes Gaon’s stomach feel full of fluttering butterfly wings.

A giddy happiness fills him, and he can’t help but smile. As if this is where he is supposed to be, and the world outside can collapse around them. Perhaps he feels a bit free, young and stupid as well. He has never acted like this before. Uncaring of his current actions and careless of the outcome they may have.

It feels nice to let himself forget for a moment that he is another piece in the broken judicial system that works at a slow pace versus the high crime rates and ever-growing corruption.

The strong hot hands caressing his back and ass, as well as the enticing mouth sucking bruises on his neck blank his mind magnificently. He doesn’t even care that he will get marks all over his fair skin. He lets himself be maneuvered around the big space of the shower, and pampered all over, enjoying the way sure fingers wash his hair and body with careful yet branding touches.

His fists end up against the wall for support, his forehead cooling down with the chilly touch of the shower wall in front of him. His legs are spread wide while a sure finger slips in and out of his hole, slippery with something he isn´t sure is just water, but not caring enough to ask. Being fingered feels new and weird, but oddly satisfying, so he spreads his legs wider trying to make room for more.

Only his wanton gasps and whimpers ricochet around the enclosed space, and his cheeks heat in embarrassment at the loud noises but he can’t bring himself to stop when suddenly that initial finger gets joined by another one, just as thick, warm and slippery as the first was.

“Fuck” he curses in a long drown out groan, clanking his teeth hard to try and quiet down.

A playful bite on one of his ass cheeks makes his body tremble, and his hole clenches down hard, sending an electric jolt to his dick.

“Say my name.” commands the man between his legs, fingers stabbing hard against his prostate and making his toes curl at the pleasure that washes all over him.

“Yo-Han.” He sobs just when a third finger makes way inside the still tight passage that is his hole. Gaon doesn’t know how a cock will fit, but he is burning to find out.

“Just like that, well done.” Murmurs Yo-Han in a voice so decadent and impossibly seductive that Gaon legs shake, and his orgasm hits him like a train-wreck. His sight blackens momentarily, and a long high-pitch moan is the only sound he can make while his come spurts messily on the wall in front of him, muscles coiled so hard he fears he might get a cramp.

It’s so unexpected that he can barely hold himself up after he comes down from the high. His body feels like jelly and his mind is full of static.

Yo-Han is there to hold him though, now standing behind him and hugging him by the waist while he whispers softly against his ear, the hot puffs of his breath sending chills down his back. Gaon cannot make sense of what he is saying, but if the way his body is tingling all over is any indication, he may be praising him all over again.

“Come on, you should dry up.” He nods shakily, still a little out of it, and walks in barely strong enough legs to hold him outside of the shower and into the warm towel that Yo-Han is holding open for him.

He feels suddenly self-conscious of being so pampered, but his body still feels weak enough for him to shrug the feeling off.

When Yo-Han turns him around to clash their lips together in another breathtaking kiss, he lets him, sighing into his mouth and letting the towel go so he can wrap around the older man like a koala, all propriety and shyness gone.

Their bodies are still slightly damp so it’s easy to slide against each other and let their cocks acquaintance. Gaon is still soft, but Yohan’s hard cock presses insistently against him making him whine. 

“Just take me to bed and fuck me, please.” Gasps Gaon while breaking the kiss, catching Yo-Han off-guard by the tiny spontaneous jump he takes to wrap his legs around the other’s waist while hoping they don’t end up bruised in a heap on the floor for his eagerness. He is well received surprisingly, Yo-Han reacting quickly to catch him and hug him even closer, an amused smile spreading his red-bitten spit-slick lips while sure hands slide under Gaon’s thighs and grab them in a secure hold.

“So, he speaks.” He teases, easily making his way outside and towards the still made king-size bed. Gaon is momentarily impressed at his strength, mouth busy leaving trailing kisses all over Yo-Han’s tan neck.

‘So, the muscles aren’t only for show’, he thinks a little hot all over.

As Gaon is dropped on top of the soft mattress, he rolls his eyes at the earlier comment from the Judge, cheeks heating further.

‘It’s not easy to speak when your brain turns into mush with pleasure’, he thinks to himself.

Before a snarky come back even forms inside his head, Yo-Han is already draping himself over him, hips getting comfortable between Gaon’s soft thighs and spreading them wide to make space for him. Warm hands caress the sensitive skin on the inside of his legs and a shaky breath escapes Gaon, fingers clenching hard around the covers under him and bunching them in a tight grip.

“Should I just fuck you then?” asks Yo-Han with a smirk, a teasing thumb brushing against the fluttering hole that was stretched earlier by three thick fingers. Gaon gulps saliva, eyes wide and whimpers softly, quickly biting his lip to quiet down. “I like it more when you are vocal.”

Gaon gasps a laugh at that, body on fire with the ghost of a touch in his nether regions. Yo-Han is teasingly sliding his fingers all over his rapidly hardening cock and chest, looking attentively at every one of his reactions.  

“Yo-Han.” He moans, making the older man’s eyes glint darkly before he pounces at him and kisses him again, hard and biting, his restless hands still caressing everywhere they can touch. His soft chest, perky nipples, flat stomach and full pliable thighs. It feels like the man has more than two hands, but that is impossible. When the hot lips against his slide down his neck, he takes a breath, eyes opening wide and looking down at the way Yo-Han wraps his sinful mouth around one of his nipples. “Oh, yes.” He moans softly, slightly embarrassed at the bolt of pleasure that he feels when teeth scrape against the sensitive nub.

His cock is already dripping wet, and he fears a second orgasm is closer than he expects.

The other nipple is given the same treatment, playful bites turning it red when white teeth pull at it until Gaon is moaning in a pitch so high, his voice barely comes out.

Once his nipples are both wet and harden to Yo-Han’s taste, he moves lower, tongue coming out to lick and leave open-mouth kisses everywhere he can. Some places are marked with sucking bites, peppering Gaon’s creamy skin in blooming bruises.

The way he so reverently kisses every inch of available skin steals Gaon’s breath away. The more he watches Yo-Han so expertly disarm him with every touch, the more he wants him.

At last, Yo-Han’s lips wrap softly around the head of his cock, sucking gently on the tip and licking the dripping precum that spurts while Gaon tries hard not to fuck his throat. He trashes around, head thrown back in pleasure and an arm covering his eyes at the intensity gathering in the pit of his stomach, his other is placed in the crown of Yo-Han’s head, not exactly pushing, but not pulling him away either. His hair is soft and slightly damp, he notices.

Another deep suck, and he feels so close again to orgasming, his toes are curling already.

Just before he can let himself fall down that precipice that is pleasure, Yo-Han let’s his dick go with a last long lick, and straightens to loom over him, supporting himself with both of his arms on either side of Gaon’s head while he stares him down with a smile.

Is then that Gaon notices the way his hair falls down over his forehead, giving him a more careless and juvenile appearance, nothing like the dangerous and collected Judge he met earlier.

“Foreplay matters.” says Yo-Han with a wink and Gaon chuckles at the absurd comment, while still silently agreeing.

“Are we done with foreplay then?” asks Gaon, a little breathless and still very much hard. Yo-Han is just as hard as him, the glistening red head of his cock spurting thick dollops of precum. The sight intimidates and excites Gaon in equal parts.

“We are never truly done with foreplay, if you ask me.”

Gaon looks at him questioningly, but Yo-Han doesn’t explain further, instead leaning back on his haunches and boldly grabbing Gaon’s legs from under his knees to pull them upwards, securing his hold under the back of Gaon’s thighs once he’s content with the new space he made for himself.

Gaon slightly braces himself to get finally dick down but is shocked when in an unexpected movement -or at least, unexpected for him- Yo-Han dives down and starts messily sucking and licking his hole.

“What the fu-”, his voice fails him when the wet appendage that is the Judge’s tongue slips inside and wiggles slightly back and forth, the sensation foreign but more than pleasant.

Yo-Han moves back slightly with a wet smack and smiles at him from between his legs.

“You look like you need to get eaten out.” His lips glisten in saliva, and the buzzing inside Gaon’s head doesn’t help to make sense of that statement. Not soon after, Yo-Han is back between his ass cheeks, tongue fervently trying to fuck him like Gaon is hoping he later does with his dick.

A finger joins the tongue on the next second and again, Gaon can feel his passage stretch to accommodate it, feeling every knob of his knuckles until the last one is fully inside of him. It slowly makes its way out and then slips back inside, now accompanied by another finger. The tongue licks around the rim, letting saliva drip down and in between Gaon’s cheeks.

It’s messy, it’s completely new and it’s heavenly in ways Gaon never imagined before.

He gasps, moans and throws his head back with a guttural groan when a third finger gets inside. His own hands are now holding his knees as back and apart as his body can. He can’t open himself enough to feel more.

His breath comes out in erratic pants, while his voice continues to sing the sweet agony that is being filled, but not feel full enough.

“Yo-Han, Yo-Han.” He pants, toes curling and shins cramping. “Please, put it in already. I can’t-”, he whimpers, bites his lip and takes a shuddering breath in when the fingers inside him spread wide. “I need you to.” He whines, clenching his teeth hard when a wave of pleasure shakes his whole body. Yo-Han is purposefully abusing his prostate in an uneven rhythm that is not enough to help Gaon reach his peak.

A last lick around his rim comes before Yo-Han raises enough to stare at Gaon opening himself to him, face flush so red even his chest is pink all over, the bruises left earlier popping alluringly.

“You only had to ask.” Says the man sadistically, before slipping his fingers out and sliding forward enough to position his dick in front of Gaon’s gaping hole, hands securely holding Gaon’s hips to steady him.

A last look is shared between them, and after the tiny nod Gaon gives, Yo-Han slides in with a swift thrust, knocking the breath out of them both.

A guttural moan escapes Yo-Han’s mouth, eyes almost closing in pleasure but for a thin slit, enough to attentively watch the way Gaon is being undone with the size of his cock inside him. His full lips open wide around a silent scream, back arching so gorgeously, Yo-Han cannot look away even if he tried. Gaon reddens further at the attentive gaze set upon him unwaveringly.

Before either of them can catch enough air, Yo-Han’s hips are already moving on autopilot, pistoning hard to get his dick in and out as fast as he can, aiming every time towards Gaon’s prostate, tearing from Gaon’s throat that sinful melody that is made out of his whines and sobs. Fat tears slip down his red cheeks, and he is biting his lip so hard Yo-Han fears he will tear it open.

Without missing a single beat, he slides his hands from Gaon’s hips along his thighs to accommodate Gaon’s legs around his waist, and lets himself drape over him, arms bending so his forearms now support him on either side of Gaon’s head, and he can steal away that lush bottom lip into his own mouth to soothe it himself in a deep kiss before biting it gently.

Gaon’s legs hug his waist in a tight lock and his arms curl around his back, letting blunt nails scrape down his shoulder blades at the same time Yo-Han presses hard the tip of his cock against the little bundle of nerves deep inside Gaon.

Their kiss is broken with a shared gasp.

He is probably not aware, with the way he looks so out of it and lost in pleasure, but Gaon is repeating his name like a divine mantra in between his sobs.

The thrusts turn slower and deeper, both already in the cuspid of reaching orgasm. Yo-Han can’t help the way his lips spread at the sight of Gaon starting to move his hips wickedly on his own, trying to get the most of Yo-Han’s cock so deeply inside him.

“Look at you, enjoying my cock so much you can’t even speak.” Taunts Yo-Han, eyes dark with desire at the lovely vision Gaon makes under him with a teary, pleasure-filled face. “And you take it so well. So good for me.” He ends in a reverent whisper, making Gaon clench hard around him and whine low on his throat.

Their eyes finally find each other, Gaon’s clearing enough to stare deep into Yo-Han’s soul, if the chill running down his back is a sign of it.

In synchrony, they both close the distance and lock lips deeply, tongues curling against each other while their moans are being drown into their mouths.

One of Yo-Han’s arms moves back to sneak a hand and grab Gaon’s pink, wet cock, firmly stroking it in tempo with his thrusts. At the same time, Gaon hugs his neck and clenches around his member, finally reaching the peak that makes their orgasm crash down hard.

Gaon shudders bodily with his orgasm, core shaking while he feels everything like an out of body experience, vision blurring and all his body tensing until he finally let’s go, cock spurting into Yo-Han’s moving palm.

Yo-Han’s orgasm is more contained but equally powerful, making him shove his cock hard a few more times inside Gaon’s tight passage until he freezes and his cum all comes out in a hot rush to fill Gaon and overflow around his softening dick.

He momentarily realizes they did not use the condom he had inside his pants pocket and hopes Gaon doesn’t hate him for the mess he made while painting his walls white in ecstasy.

Coming down from the incredible high of that shared orgasm is difficult for them both, suddenly aware of how strenuous they were during their coupling and how worn out they are after that, body heavy and limbs numb with fatigue.

They remain tangled in their hug, even if now they have sagged tiredly against the bed and each other.

Yo-Han moves a hand under Gaon’s head and turns him enough to lock their lips for a long time. After what feels like an eternity, but still not enough time, they part and stare at each other before detangling from one another, Yo-Han rolling to lay flat against his back and let Gaon breath properly without his heavy weight on top.

Gaon appreciates the space, but a part of him craves the older man on top of him, making him feel safe and whole. Precious.

His head turns to stare unashamedly at the Judge’s profile, and the lax way his leg is bended at the knee while his hands rest comfortably on top of his raising chest makes Gaon think of a hand-made gorgeous Greek statue.

For a moment, he imagines this is an every-day thing, and he wakes up next to this perfect man every morning and goes to sleep next to him every night. He doesn’t know why but the idea fills him with melancholia at the realization that it’s just a fantasy.

His eyes close.

Slowly he regains feeling in his whole body. His toes tingle with the aftershocks and his legs feels heavy and tense. His hole flutters open and close, the slick feeling of cum pouring out making Gaon tense awkwardly.

The bed dips and moves slightly, indicating that Yo-Han has raise and left the bed.

He sighs in resignation once he hears the sound of running water.

A gentle warm touch on his cheek makes him open his eyes quickly, and the sight of Yo-Han staring at him from next to the bed with a soft smile makes his heart race.

“Let’s get cleaned up.” He says.

Gaon nods with a tentative smile.

End flashback

“God, I’m sorry that took me so long.” Says Soo-Hyun with a huff while taking back her seat.

Gaon tries to hide the way he jumped in fright at the suddenness of her voice when she unexpectedly arrives while he was inside his mind replaying last night events.

“Don’t worry.” He mumbles, fork moving now to continue eating.

His eyes stray slightly again towards the direction where Yo-Han is sitting and catches him staring intently with a straight face, lips severe-looking, and brows drawn in a slight frown.

He looks away immediately.

It’s not like they ended the night in bad terms.

Quite the contrary.

They had a shower together, cleaned each other a second time, shared small soft kisses and then…then, each went their own way.

Yo-Han said he was expected somewhere, but Gaon was welcome to stay as long as he wanted and to abuse the room-service -on him- but Gaon didn’t want to explain to Soo-Hyun why he didn’t return home for the night.

So, they both dressed, said farewell and left in opposite directions.

Gaon had to make a short stop at the convenience store to get some smokes and inhaled 3 in a row feeling slightly ashamed of breaking down after the best sex of his life, but his mind went to places he didn’t consider while he was too busy being horny, and the anxiousness of his thoughts was driving him mad.

So of course he folded.

Those same thoughts were plaguing him again since he encountered the Judge in the restaurant.

What if the Judge said to someone what had happened?

What if it was some kind of prank on the newbie?

Was this going to affect his career?

Was the man married?

Were they obvious when they went to the room together?

Did someone notice they were together so late at night?

Or did they saw them leave at the same time from the same room even later?

“Hey, you good? You have been awfully introspective this whole morning I’m starting to really worry.” asks Soo-Hyun before taking a big bite of her sandwich, forehead crinkle in concern. She finally is done with Gaon’s meditative quiet mood it seems.

Gaon tries to dismiss her concern and nods.

“I’m good, really.” His eyes stare unseeingly at his food, and after a while, he drops his fork. “Actually, I need to go to the bathroom, excuse me.”

As fast as he can, and without looking anxious, he makes his hasty way towards the bathroom.

It seems to be empty, so he walks towards the sinks and washes his hands mechanically, sight focus in nothing in particular. Once all the soap suds are truly gone from his hands, he turns the faucet off and dries his hands in a paper towel, bunching it in a wet ball and throwing it inside the trashcan, then looks at his reflection in the mirror.

He looks normal.

No one can tell what he did the prior night. And yet, he feels like he’s got it branded on his forehead.

When the door behind him opens suddenly, he startles for a second, and then an older man gets inside -completely ignoring his weird stand off in front of the mirror- and making a beeline for the urinals.

Gaon decides he isn’t ready to go back just yet, and gets into one of the cubicles, lowering the lid and sitting on top while his face is buried into his hands.

He can’t understand why he is feeling so many complicated things. The prior night he had enthusiastically begged to be fucked, and now it’s like panic and paranoia overflows him. He feels everyone’s gaze on him. Soo-Hyun’s questions make him want to blurt the truth and finally get off his chest that he got railed by an older man and he loved it. The sole idea of saying something like that to her makes him chuckle in distress.

Can he keep it a secret from her? Should he?

Is their friendship going to suffer because of his carelessness?

He is not stupid; he knows Soo-Hyun is in love with him. Or has a crush. Or likes him. He doesn’t know what the extent of her feelings towards him is, but he knows she will be hurt when Gaon tells her. If, he does.

Still debatable, if you ask him.

He is just trying to list the pros and cons when someone knocks on his stall door. He gasps in surprise at the suddenness and with a croaky voice, yells. “Occupied!”

Immediately after, the knock comes again. Now confused, he repeats himself, slightly louder now. As if on cue, the knock comes again and now Gaon is annoyed. Can’t a man have a private panic attack in a bathroom anymore or what?

He stands and opens the door to just fuck off, but as soon as the lock is removed and he has pulled the door enough to signaled it’s open, the man on the other side pushes it further and gets inside with him.

Gaon can barely react at the unexpected appearance of Judge Kang, err, Yo-Han, in his cubicle, calmly crowding Gaon against the toilet to let the door close behind him, fingers nimbly and expertly sliding the lock back in place.

Then he turns, and the whole intensity of his dark eyes pin Gaon in place.

His breath leaves him like air coming out of a deflating balloon, and although he should feel apprehensive at being cornered like this -in a public bathroom of all places- he feels oddly calm.

“Gaon.” Starts Yo-Han in a low voice, all serious and as if they are about to start chatting about work or something as mundane as that.

Gaon blinks twice at him, a little lost. He moves around in the enclosed space enough to leave a respectable distance between them, even if he must awkwardly be with the toilet between his legs.

He wants to say something casual like ‘Fancy meeting you here’, but this encounter is nothing but premeditated at this point.

He sighs then, crosses his arms and gives a slight nod. It makes Yo-Han smirk slightly.

“Back to being quiet, are we?” he asks amused.

Gaon can feel his face get hot at the remark and shrugs.

“Is there something to talk about?” he asks. His voice barely above a whisper, aware that there could be other men outside. He isn’t sure, he didn’t paid attention.

Yo-Han looks assessing at him, head slightly cocked to the side.

“I’m wondering if you are regretting what happened last night. Or you are just not used to meeting your one-night stands in broad daylight.” His lips tilt upwards slightly and Gaon tries not to squirm at being called out so blatantly.

“None.” He settles with. Although, he sure as hell doesn’t know the etiquette when re-kindling with a one-night stand, being this his first experience. His eyes focus on the polished shoes of the man in front of him, and the careless posture he has; hands shoved inside his pockets, legs slightly apart in a powerful yet simple stance. He doesn’t only look like he is crowding against Gaon, but it also feels like so.

His whole presence demands to be noticed.

Weird, yet alluring.

He peaks a look at Yo-Han’s face under his lashes when the silence stretches uncomfortably. Like last night, it seems he is trying to read his mind or let him into his own thoughts.

“If there is no regret then, what is it?” he asks at last, smile gone, and eyebrows slightly furrowed in question. “Are you worried I’m going around sharing the details with the Judge’s community?” he adds, clearly in jest.

Gaon tries not to show that that is exactly one of his preoccupations.

“It’s just weird.” He mumbles, trying to make sense of his jumble thoughts. “Before last night, I was sure I was straight. And not attracted to older men.” He clears his throat in embarrassment and drops his gaze, then takes a deep breath and stares at Yo-Han head on. “Also, I don’t know exactly with whom I slept last night.” His eyebrow raises pointedly, and Yo-Han tries to drown out a chuckle at his words.

“You didn’t exactly ask any questions yesterday, if I recall.” He reminds him. Gaon rolls his eyes. “What do you want to know? I’m a Judge, but that you are already aware of. I have been for the past 12 years.” His eyes slide upwards, towards the ceiling in thought. “I’m 40, if you were wondering how old you like your men.” Comes after a quiet second, in addition to a pining smoldering gaze that makes Gaon end up smiling, cheeks heating even more than before. So, he is older than Gaon. 12 years his senior. “And I’m not married, if that is what’s truly bothering you. But I do have a warden I take care of. My niece. She is 16. Bit of a brat.” He shrugs.

“Well, I-“ he quiets down awkwardly, but doesn’t stop the eye-contact. It doesn’t feel as intimidating as before. After a deep breath, he continues, “Yes, I was wondering if you were married or something.” He mumbles at last, grimacing slightly. “Or if what happened is something you are used to.” He adds. Did that sound like he was jealous? He hopes not.

“I’m flattered you think I pull pretty lawyers on a daily basis, but the previous night was as out of the ordinary for me as it was for you.” His words sound honest, and even if he doesn’t have a reason to lie to Gaon, he doesn’t owe him the truth either. Gaon still lets himself believe him, heart picking up speed inside his chest. “There is just something about you that called to me the moment I saw you.” He finishes with, voice low and eyes so fixated in Gaon it’s making him get hot all over. His words don’t help either, of course.

“I noticed that, as well.” Says Gaon helpfully, taking a step closer to him.

Yo-Han takes his hands out of his pockets and shortens the distance with a quick step forward, pulling Gaon from the top of his arms and capturing his mouth in a demanding kiss.

The fact they ended up sucking face, again, is as unexpected as welcomed to him, in Gaon’s mind.

His arms hug Yo-Han’s waist and his head turns slightly to the right so he can deepen the kiss, opening his mouth in a silent gasp once Yo-Han’s tongue probes his bottom lip, plunging inside the next second to coerce Gaon’s tongue out as well.

Before they can further escalate that kiss, the main door of the bathroom opens with a bang and the laughs of various kids sound echoing around the space. Yo-Han breaks the kiss, with Gaon following after his lips insistently to get more, making him chuckle lowly. A last peck is placed on his bruised lips and then Gaon opens his eyes to stare at Yo-Han’s smiling visage.

“We are in a bathroom, Gaon.” Reminds him Yo-Han in a low whisper, his big hands caressing Gaon’s neck and face reverently. Gaon bites his lip and nods, fingers clenching around the fabric of Yo-Han’s clothes.

It takes a while, but after some time, Gaon can breathe evenly and calmly. They break apart slowly, hands trying to linger on each other but dropping after the distance between them is more prudent.

The noise outside their cubicle quiets down as well, with the kids leaving, hopes Gaon.

Yo-Han snakes a hand into his pants pocket and when he brings it out again, clasps it into one of Gaon’s hands and looks intently to him.

“Same room as last night. 7 o’clock”, he whispers, then turns and silently slips out of the cubicle. Gaon stays frozen, with a keycard in his hand and the heat coming back with a vengeance towards his face.

He nods to himself in a daze and carefully puts the keycard away inside his wallet, taking a few more minutes before exiting the bathroom and hurrying to wash his face to cool down as quickly as possible.

Once he doesn’t look like running a fever, he finally exits the bathroom, making quick way towards his and Soo-Hyun’s table.

He plops down on his seat unceremoniously and smiles at Soo-Hyun’s surprised face with what feels like giddiness.

“O-kay, what just happened?” asks Soo-Hyun confused, clearly noticing the shift on Gaon’s mood. He laughs awkwardly and waves a hand.

“Nothing, nothing. Let’s continue eating.”

She is about to ask him something again, but Gaon shoves a big bite of pasta into his mouth and crinkles his eyes in an innocent smile while he chews, enjoying the flavor and spiciness of the creamy sauce.

From the corner of his eye, he can see Yo-Han standing up from his seat, saying something to the woman sitting with him and then leaving, not even sparing Gaon with a sideways glance.

Gaon is glad for that, else he would blush like crazy thinking about their future plans.

Thinking about that makes his stomach turn in nervousness and his appetite disappears in an instant, so instead he drinks from his lemonade and asks a bunch of questions about Soo-Hyun’s most recent cases and the perps she has dealt with sporadically throughout the week.

Soo-Hyun happily chats away, forgetting immediately about her suspicious on Gaon’s weird behavior, and doesn’t even questions when he asks for his almost full plate to be put to-go.

Gaon ends up agreeing to share a piece of caramel cheesecake, and then begs for them to leave, saying he still feels drained from last night’s event.

“I could use a nap.” He says, eyelashes batting cutely at Soo-Hyun, making her get pink in the face and roll her eyes.

“Fine, go get your beauty sleep, princess.” She says in fake annoyance, making Gaon smile.

++++

Gaon does that as soon as he gets home. Peels his clothes off until he is only in his underwear and plops on the bed, easily falling asleep as soon as his head touches his soft pillow.

The warm afternoon light that drifts in between his blinds wake him feeling rested and strangely rejuvenated. He has enough time to get ready for his…could it be considered a date if they are only going to fuck? He doesn’t know if those kinds of get-togethers have a name, so he settles with the word date.

He tries to be very thorough with his shower, remembering how Yo-Han fingered him open in the shower and trying to bring himself to do the same.

It’s embarrassing, and he feels like he is doing something he shouldn’t, but after a few seconds, he steels himself and probes a tentative finger around the rim of his hole. His soapy finger slips around and inside easily making him moan quietly to himself in shame. It feels good, although not as good as it were Yo-Han’s fingers or cock.

His hole feels still slightly loose from last night’s activities so it’s easy for Gaon to build up until he has three of his own, inside himself, spreading them wide and trying to get them as deep as he can. It’s difficult but he manages to brush his prostate occasionally, and with the memories of Yo-Han’s cock inside him, he messily comes, hole clenching hard around his fingers and legs shaking in delighted pleasure.

He didn’t even touch his dick for that.

Feeling self-conscious, he finishes his shower and dries down, excitement now coursing thru him and making it hard to choose what to wear. Something like yesterday’s clothes, or more casual?

He ends up choosing some simple light blue jeans, a white under-shirt and a light blue jean shirt that pairs well with his chosen pants.

When he can’t delay anymore his leaving, else he will be late, he grabs his phone, watch, wallet and shoes and hails a cab.

No one pays attention to him once he gets inside the hotel, nor question him when he makes a beeline for the elevator and gets inside.

Either way, his palms are sweating, and he feels slightly out of breath.

Why he is so nervous after he already knows what waits for him is beyond him, but he feels like it’s his first time with Yo-Han all over again.

The room is empty once he gets inside, and a quick glance at his watch tell him he arrived just on time.

He tries to calm down by walking further and removing his outer jean shirt, leaving it on one of the loveseats and then removing his white sneakers as well.

The colorful arrangement of fresh strawberries on a deep bowl catch his eye and he walks closer to the little table that has them, noticing the dipping bowl full of melted chocolate and some fondue forks next to it.

The sight of the food makes his mouth water, so he tries one, dipping it halfway in the chocolate and taking a small bite. The rich, decadent flavor of the dark chocolate mix so well with the sweet acidic taste of the strawberry and he can’t help the moan that leaves his lips, hurrying to gorge on the rest of the strawberry.

Stealing a last dipped strawberry, he makes his way to the bed and looks around.

It looks freshly made, and not all crumpled like they left it the other night.

He is just biting on his second piece of fruit when the door beeps signaling someone getting in. For a second, he fears it could be someone apart from Yo-Han, but the moment he steps into the room, any worries leave Gaon, and he smiles, walking back towards the strawberries to leave the little fork he grabbed earlier.

“Sorry I’m late. A meeting I had run longer than I planned.” Says Yo-Han, walking in long strides towards Gaon until he is close enough to grab his waist and deeply kiss him. Gaon lets himself melt against Yo-Han, enjoying the way Yo-Han pours his everything into that single kiss, with his roaming tongue probing Gaon’s mouth and plunging inside as soon as Gaon lets him. They break a moment later with a wet smack, Yo-Han smiling winningly at him and making Gaon flush under his scrutiny. “You taste delicious.” He compliments and Gaon laughs.

“Well, that’s on dessert, not me.” His head tilts towards the bowl of strawberries and Yo-Han raises an eyebrow at him.

“As far as I know, you are part of dessert.”

Gaon’s redness spreads further down his face, towards his neck and chest and he doesn’t know what to say to that. Luckily for him, Yo-Han doesn’t even give him a chance to do so, because he is pressing his sinful mouth once more against Gaon’s plush lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth and biting it softly while Gaon sighs against his lips in delight.

There is no hurry behind the kiss, nor the desperation that filled them their first time together.

Gaon can savor the very taste inside Yo-Han’s mouth, minty and fresh, something uniquely him that grounds him and helps relax his every muscle as if winding down after a stressful day.

Yo-Han’s warm hands move up and down his back, tickling him softly until his nimble fingers stop momentarily to start pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck, revealing more of his throat while soft lips leave open-mouth kisses all over the expanse of it, and then, those same teasing fingers slide back down slowly until reaching the lower part of his back and slightly scratch under his shirt with blunt nails, making a shudder wrack his body in pleasure.

It all makes him think ‘oh yeah, he knows what’s he’s doing’; his body is equally heating up and mellowing further into Yohan’s arms, more sighs and gasps coming out of his mouth in delight at the attention that is bestow upon him.

He knows this night will be just as unforgettable as the last one.

++++

Leaving the hotel this time around doesn’t feel as nerve-wracking as the other night. He doesn’t detour to get some cigarettes, instead visiting the convenience store for a quick snack, suddenly ravenous after the intense workout.

He is just biting into his small sandwich when he gets a call.

It’s Professor Min.

“Hello, Professor, everything all-right?” he checks the hour on his watch. It’s almost 12AM.

“Gaon-ah, I have excellent news to share with you. Would you mind meeting with me in the usual park?” it seems quite strange for Professor Min to have something to tell Gaon this late at night, but he doesn’t have a reason to decline.

“Sure, no problem. I will be there in 10 minutes.” As soon as he can, he hails a cab and hangs up, finishing his snack in three bites and trying to be as normal as possible with Professor Min after what happened at the hotel.

He is just getting off the taxi when he sees Professor Min Walk towards him with a smile.

“Sorry to disturb you this late, Gaon-ah.”

Gaon waves a hand, getting closer to him and shrugs. “No problem. What are the news?”

They are making their way to a bench in front of the basketball concrete court that is currently empty, and as soon as they have taken a seat Professor Min turns towards him and smiles.

He kind of expects something work-related, but not quite what Professor Min ends up saying.

“I managed to get you a position on the High Court.” Gaon gasps at that, unsure of how to react.  “It’s not a common High Court though, it’s completely different, and you will be an associate working under Judge Kang Yo-Han, so it doesn’t matter your previous experience or lack-thereof.”

Now that has Gaon shocked out of words.

He will be working with Yo-Han? Under him? The older man will be his boss?

He feels equal parts excited and distressed.

It won’t certainly be easy, taking into account the new turn their relationship had just a couple of hours ago, and he even wonders if Judge Kang was aware of this development or not.

Regardless, it’s a great work opportunity for Gaon and he won’t decline out of courtesy.

“That’s actually amazing, how did you do it?” he asks, getting excited now at the prospect of this new position for him.

“Well, the person that was looking for candidates was very specific about the profiles she was looking for and after I shared your info, she readily agreed.”

That seems strange to Gaon, since he does not have exactly any practical knowledge on being a Judge, and he thinks better people could be appointed. He expresses as much.

“I’m not sure I’m the most qualified for the position.”

“No Gaon, quite the contrary. You have all the knowledge you need. This won’t be a normal Court, I tell you. And your other qualities matter just as much as your capacity as a Judge.” Reassures him Professor Min.

“Other qualities? Such as?” he asks confused.

“Well, it seems shallow, but your juvenile and innocent looks was an important part of the go-no-go decision.” At least the old man seems apologetic at that, but Gaon is quite aghast.

What kind of court needs a good-looking Judge?

“What kind of court is this?” he asks, now unsure.

“Gaon-ah, don’t worry. It’s all legit and is part of the Supreme Court. You will serve your country as you have always wanted.” That’s what gives Gaon the push he needs to just quiet down on his doubts and accept it for what it is.

A great opportunity to make a change and grow as a Judge, just as he always wanted.

“Well, if it’s something you think is good for me, I don’t see why not accept it.” Professor Min claps him on the arm happily and nods reassuringly.

“It is, trust me. The only thing you have to do in addition to your duties as associate Judge, will be to keep an eye on Judge Kang as well and let me know his every move.”

Gaon raises an eyebrow at that.

“Hmm, any reason why?”

“Well, nothing to worry you now, that’s for sure. Let’s just say I’m interested in what he works behind the curtains.” Professor Min tries to act nonchalant but it’s obvious to Gaon that he is hiding something in regard to that so called interest.

Nevertheless, Gaon will deal with it when the time comes.

For now, the giddiness he feels at the new position and the prospect of seeing more of Judge Kang -even if it is in a work-related environment- only further his current state of euphoria.

“Well, I’m in.” he assures with a small smile.

Interesting doesn’t come close to encapsule what the experience will be for him.

And in the long-run, he hopes he doesn’t end up regretting it.

Notes:

I had plan to upload this way sooner but got distracted playing backrooms with some friends and didn't quite manage to finish it. If you noticed, there is a missing scene lol (the 2nd sex scene) it was supposed to be included, but I didn't write it :C

I will add it later as an extra when I have the time to write it down.

Hope you enjoyed!

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