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KIM MINGYU
I walk towards my desk with a cup of coffee in my hands.
My desk is a large white table which is home to a PC, the CEO’s plant, a pen stand which has more empty ones than the ones working, and tons of paperwork.
I place the cup of coffee on my desk before I sense a gaze on me.
I lift my head to look at the CEO’s office.
Oh. He must be staring again.
The CEO’s office is covered with black tinted glass on three sides, which leads to nothing being visible from the outside, and with one french window on the fourth side, which offers the best view of Seoul city.
I lift the corner of my lips into a smile as I stare at the black tinted glass and straight onto the place where I guess he must be standing.
I can almost feel him twitch as I look at the tinted glass.
But then, a hand is waved infront of me.
Jeonghan hyung. An A-tier successive alpha. And also the one I’m closest to in this office.
I immediately turn my attention towards him as I greet him.
“Ah..hyung. Good Afternoon. How can I help you?” I ask as I give him a polite smile.
“The papers need a review.” Jeonghan hyung says as he points at the file he puts on the table top. “Seungcheol told me to give it to you.”
“Ah, okay. I'll go through it.” I reply as I pick up the file. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” Jeonghan hyung replies, as he slips his hands into his pockets, radiating that easy confidence that he always seems to maintain. “Let's go to lunch together later.”
“Ah..I might not be able to.” I reply as I shake my head guiltily. “I have a bunch of work to review.”
“Oh, come on. You can give yourself atleast a break.” He says as he places his hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be fine.”
“It’s alright, hyung. Maybe some other day.” I say as I look at my desk. “You should go. Or else if the boss sees us slacking off, we’re dead meat.”
“You're right.” He says before going back towards his department. “Call me if you change your mind.”
I turn my head to look at the tinted glass again as Jeonghan hyung left but quickly move my gaze towards my desk.
I look at the time.
12:15 p.m.
An hour more till the break.
I have to finish half of this paperwork. But just as I sit down to do my work, the CEO’s bell rings.
He’s calling me.
I get up and move towards the tinted glass door before I push it open.
“You called?” I ask as I close the door behind me.
“Yes.” The CEO says, from behind the screen, while typing something.
He must be busy.
But then, he gets up, rounds up his desk, points his index finger at me before he curls and uncurls it.
Translation: He's calling me closer.
I take a few steps towards him, before he grabs my tie and pulls me closer.
And..
WAIT.
Let me introduce you to our (my) beloved CEO.
Xu Minghao, the CEO and founder of the popular XKM company which specializes in design.
He graduated from Beijing University and built this company from scratch.
With jet black hair and eyes darker than that, though full of sparks, he has made everyone cower when they speak to him or about him.
Being 181 centimetres tall only adds to his dashing looks.
His manner of speech, although cold and ruthless but still professional, might be a bit too sharp for someone else to handle outside this company.
Overtime, all of us have learned, the more he worries, the sharper his tongue.
Now, as he stands before me, with a suit that hugs his curves perfectly, with my tie in his hand as he pulls me closer, I can't focus on anything else.
We’re close enough that I smell his pheromones but not close enough that they can rub on my body.
Oh, one more thing.
He’s a S-Class dominant omega. And he smells like the hyacinths which grow when the snow and the cold arrives.
But not a lot of people know about this, since that would make him and easy target.
“Do I pay you for talking to your friends?” Our (my) beloved CEO asks me, his lips inches away from mine as his breath fans over me. “Mhm?”
He tugs at my tie harder.
“..no.” I murmur out.
“Then?” He asks.
I’d like to say that all of our employees are his friends as well but he’s way too stubborn to admit that and it’ll be like picking up a fight for no reason.
So, I say instead, “We were talking about work.”
“What work? Putting a file on your desk requires no talk.”
He must not have had his second cup of tea. That’s why he’s acting like this. Grumpy is all I mean. Nothing more.
“I understand.” I reply. “I’ll take care of it the next time.”
Then, he proceeds to, under the pretext of that there was something on my shoulder, wipe away where Jeonghan hyung’s hand was.
God! He’s so petty. It’s almost cute to see him like that.
So, I ask, just to tease him, “Was there something on my shoulder?”
“Just some dust. Nothing important.” He says as he pulls his hands to himself.
“Is this all why you called me here?” I ask as I look up into his dark eyes, only to see them sparkle.
He stays silent for a moment before he replies, “You remember that you're eating lunch with me today?”
“Yeah. I remember.” I say as I quietly wrap my arms around his waist.
I tug him closer and he puts his arms around my neck as he murmurs, “What are you doing?”
“I don't know.” I reply back as I kiss his cheek. “I’ll let you know when I get to know.”
I move my lips down his jawline, placing small kisses on it.
His one hand tangles in my hair while the other holds my shoulder to support himself.
He lets his neck fall back, giving me more access as I place a light kiss under his jaw.
But then, the sound of a knock comes.
I lean out a bit, but still close to him anyways.
He looks at me, his eyes hazy as if full of mist. His dark eyes shine like the moon shining at midnight.
This man is beautiful.
In every sense of the word. Him, his gorgeous eyes, his sensitive ears, his pretty giggles, his cute smile, his perfect body which molds into mine completely and perfectly.
But then, the knock comes louder this time.
He lets go of my hair and weakly pushes at my chest.
And then, I take out my mastercard.
Translation: My puppy eyes.
I look at him with the most innocent look known to man.
He hesitates for a moment before he gives in.
He holds my cheek as he tip toes and kisses my cheek.
“Later.” He murmurs as he pulls away.
The knock comes again and this time, instead of ignoring it, the CEO actually says something.
“Come in.”
Before the door opens, I put some remarkable distance between us and grab the file which I can get my hands fastest on.
But even as the person, who was knocking, enters, my eyes don’t want to leave my CEO’s face.
He’s a bit too beautiful.
He’s talking. Even his voice sounds like melody to my ears.
And something fills my chest so much that I can’t feel myself breathing.
But it’s the good kind.
The one where you’re elated so much that you feel that nothing will bring you down.
That’s what this relationship, even though transactional, has brought me.
Pure, unfiltered and enormous happiness.
And time after time, I find myself thanking the same person allover again.
Just like the authenticity of anything artistic, he has created a very beautiful place in my heart.
Agh, fuck.
I’m such a goner.
For him.
My beautiful one and only.