#bangzico

Jiho never suspected that being an architect would be thisphysically demanding. In his mind, he always imagined himself sittingin a nice, cushy office, sipping on a coffee and coming up with newideas for impressive buildings. For the most part, he was right, buthe forgot to account for the endless hours spent on site, checking ifeverything is going according to the plan.

It’s unbelievably hot.

Sweltering heat and 85% humidity are too much for his weak body. Hedidn’t even realize how weak he is before his boss gave him thisjob. He is only twenty five, it shouldn’t be this difficult. Andyet, he is struggling to breathe, trying to blink away the sweat andblack spots.

His boss, on the other hand, looks like he is having the time of hislife. Jiho doesn’t know much about Yongguk, but perhaps the olderman was born on a desert, and that’s why he is still able to smile.His skin is deliciously tanned, body fit enough to make Jiho’smouth water. Even in this frail state Jiho can appreciate a beautifulman when he sees one. He feels slightly inadequate, pale and lankylike a teenager, but at least his design is outstanding, and Yonggukseems pleased with that as well.

His boss is saying something, but Jiho can’t really hear him. For asecond, he thinks it’s because he got too lost in his own thoughts,but then the darkness starts to take over, and… oh.

When he wakesup, he is in a place hedoesn’t recognize. He lies there for a moment, enjoying thecoolness of the room. Hewould be fine with someone kidnapping him, if that’s what it takesto escape the heat.

“Oh, you are finally awake. Here,drink this, you must be dehydrated.”

Jiho immediately recognizesYongguk’s deep voice and sits up to accept the glass ofwater.

“What happened?”

“You fainted, straight into myarms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to goto such extremes,” it’s said jokingly, but Yongguk’s eyesdarken almost imperceptibly, and Jiho feels faint again.

“I… no… it’s hot, I...”,he used to rap as a teen, and look at him now, spluttering like anidiot.

“I carried you to the car and thento my house without you even stirring.”

Jiho’s face starts to burn, but hecan’t tear his eyes from Yongguk’s.

“I’m so sorry, I...”

“You’re really light. You shouldeat more. Dinner?”

“What?”

“Do you want to have dinner withme?” the delivery is slowand smooth, but Yongguk’sknee keeps bouncing, betraying his nervousness. Perhaps he isn’t assuave as he pretends to be. Jiho wants to do things to him, but thatwouldn’t be appropriate before a date, so he nods, hoping hedoesn’t come off as too eager.