#ceo!wonwoo

Shownu took one step closer, his leg lifting to cross the body ahead of him. "Then explain to me how they got in here. You really think I'd leave my doors open for my own enemies."

Everyone knew what he was indicating. They all knew it from the beginning. 

The whole vision of Monsta X and SVT working together came out of thin air almost. It was Wonwoo's idea. Of course, it was. He wanted to do right what his father did wrong. And number one on the list longer than his lifeline was to fix the relationship between the long-lasting rivalry between the Sons and the Jeons. What started off with a purely business idea had turned into gang work decades ago. Each leader brought their family into it, and if you were the son of said man, you would be the next in line to lead a future team. No questions. 

It had been Wonwoo's biggest nightmare. It had haunted him all throughout his childhood, up until the day he was officially assigned to the position he had been trying to avoid his entire life. But with a new generation came new connections and new leaders in line. Wonwoo had hoped Shownu would accept his offer and attempt to fix their families' rivalry instead of trying to bury each other six feet under.

It all had been going well up until that night because what goes around, comes around and Wonwoo had learned that the hard way.

"Look," he spoke up. "I don't know what you think of me, and I honestly don't care. But I couldn't give less of an interest in these guys when I was just trying to work with you, alright?" He tilted his head in a slightly demeaning way. "So maybe you should start looking for a wolf in sheep's clothing."

If the breathing of each man in the room hadn't been so unbearably loud, you would've felt the immediate change of atmosphere in the shared space. Wonwoo should've regretted the words he had just let fall from his lips, but he didn't. He couldn't. Mingyu dreaded getting closer to his leader, his best friend but knew better and stayed in the back, covering the other members he considered family.

Shownu's hands found their way into his pockets as he casually took a few more forward, his broad shoulders chilling along with with his body. His tongue glided over his teeth. "Are you trying to set me up against my own men?"

"I'm not trying to set you up against anyone. I'm only giving you possibilities." Wonwoo shrugged. He didn't budge. Not with each step the other leader got closer to him. Not even a little bit.

Shownu continued until the two men were nose to nose in front of each other, glaring into their souls. He gave the other man a quick up-and-down look before opening his mouth.

"Vernon." He got the attention of the, back then, youngest that had stayed back in a different room, only joining the other men once he heard the dead silence. "Start cleaning up the mess." Meaning the corpses on the floor. The blood splashes on the tiles would come later.

The youngster gulped, looking around the room, trying to lock eyes with one of his friends, begging for help, but all they did was copy his facial expression. Wonwoo's scoff reached their ear.

"Ehm," Vernon cleared his throat. He started nodding hesitantly, glancing at each body. "Yeah, yeah... I'll... do that." Just as he was about to bend down, his leader's deep voice bounced off the walls.

"Vernon," still staring at Shownu, no blink shared between them. "Don't you dare even lift a finger."

The older guy raised his left eyebrow. "Now, suddenly you're the one giving orders?"

"They listen to me. They're not one of your maids." Wonwoo spat back.

Shownu chuckled, looking around the room, almost finding humour in the situation. "And here I thought we would finally become one, but no, the Jeon ego just always gets in the way." Looking down at the floor, he kicked one of the bodies to give him more space. His arms were crossed in front of his chest. His glare fell back on Wonwoo. "You know, I had my doubts, Jeon. I really did. But here you waltzed in with your cute little entourage of businessmen wannabe gangsters, begging for forgiveness for all the shit your ancestors did, and I almost wanted to believe you. Almost. And then pull this shit here." He opened his arms widely, welcoming the mess around him.

"I said it before, I'll say it again. I have nothing to do with what happened here." SVT's leader pulled his sleeves up higher from where they fell down during his fight with one of the guys that attacked him in the scene that happened only a few minutes ago. "But you know," he took a deep breath, "It's always difficult trusting new people." His eyes fell on the newest and youngest addition of Monsta X. A person he considered a past friend, now long forgotten.

"And here you go doubting my men again." With quick strokes, Shownu was at arm's length of Wonwoo. "I'd better watch my mouth if I were you and want to keep living my life, Jeon. Or imma end it real quick for you."

Wonwoo casually put his hands into his pocket, sighing in boredom. "You can keep your trust issues to yourself, Son. I don't want to have anything to do with that."

Shownu squinted his eyes at the younger man before erupting in laughter, scaring not only the men on the other side but his own as well. Madness wasn't a level the leader had reached yet. But maybe the time had come. 

"You know, you truly are just like your father. Just... utterly intolerable.-"

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Wonwoo's facial expression changed within less than a second. His eyes glared holes into the man in front of him, his mouth slightly agape.

A low chuckle shook Shownu's body. "First blind, and now he's also turning deaf," glancing at his members that joined in on the humourous reaction, before turning back to Wonwoo, who still kept his nose up high. "I said, you're exactly like your father. So you better bet-" And that's when the first fist flew. Wonwoo's knuckles clashed against the other man's jaw, a crack coming from the impact, but who got hurt more was unknown.

Shownu couldn't help but to stumbled back slightly, his fingers grazing over the burning bruise forming on his skin. He just had to chuckle.

"Struck a nerve?"

"I don't think I should be the one keeping my mouth shut."

Shownu straightened his back followed by cracking his neck by moving his head from side to side. "You really want to go separate ways like this?"

Wonwoo shrugged. "I think you'd enjoy that."

Monsta X's leader nodded, "Oh, you better I'm gonna enjoy this." Before crossing the floor to let his fist collide with Wonwoo's stomach. He was quick to catch himself from stumbling too much, reaching out to grab the man's collar, pulling him in closer, only to send him crashing against the bar counter.

That's all it took for the other men of the gang to go up against Wonwoo's group, running towards them individually, preparing themselves to follow their leaders into another fight when they had only just won one.

Minhyuk got a hold of Dokyeom, throwing him onto the floor quickly, but the younger man managed to pull him down with him. 

Kihyun didn't see Hoshi, who had snuck up behind him, his arm circling around his throat to cut off the air, causing the Monsta X member to choke loudly before knocking both of them back into the wall, earning a grunt from Hoshi.

Hyungwon got rid of his jacket to wrap it around Seungkwan's wrists skillfully, pulling the younger one closer to him and twisting his arms around to his back, getting a cry out of pain in return.

The grunt reached Mingyu's ear, making him run towards the duo, only to be stopped when Wonho bumped into him as S.Coups had punched his face, involving now also the tallest member even though he just wanted to get the second youngest of the group, who had now managed to free himself and turned the fight around. Changykun was close by when his eyes found his member fighting off the eldest and the tallest members of SVT, alerting him. He snatched a glass off one of the small tables, taking it along with him. Right as he showed up behind Mingyu, he smashed the glass against his head before getting a hold of his dress shirt and dragging him off his fellow member.

Wonwoo and Shownu had gotten their own space behind the bar, earning punch after punch from each other, interrupted by a few bottles being thrown or kicks to the legs.

Huffs, grunts, moans in pain, and cracking bones were the only sounds filling the club that usually only housed music and skin-against-skin slapping during sexual encounters.

If the space didn't already look messy enough from the party before, it now seemed more than just destroyed. Glass pieces decorated the floor and bodies, the suit jackets the men had worn before were scattered on different furniture and sticky fluids covered all possible surfaces.

Shownu managed to get a hold of Wonwoo's thick set of hair, holding his head up against his, his low voice ringing through his ear.

"You're a fucking rat, Jeon. Not a bit better than your father. You're the same asshole he was and will forever be exactly just that." With full force, he pushed the younger man's head against the bar countertop. He kept pressing down while Wonwoo wiggled around, trying to get out of the situation. He was about to kick back, hoping to hit his kneecap when the pressure against the side of his skull lifted. With a quick push, he was back up on his feed, watching what had happened. He found Vernon, standing behind Shownu, a pole in his hand, with which he must've hit the Monsta X leader as he was holding the back of his head, glaring at the youngest.

Wonwoo took the chance to snap off the metal hose that was connected to a beer chug underneath the counter. Just as Shownu was about to connect his fist with Vernon's face, SVT's leader wrapped the house around the older man's neck, pulling him up against his chest. Wonwoo tightened it as much as possible, hoping to knock the other man out when Shownu smacked his head back against Wonwoo's forehead, making him lose the grip on the hose. With a quick move, Shownu got a hold of the younger one's shirt and lifted him slightly, only to throw him over the bar counter. Wonwoo's back hit the floor, making him grunt out loud as he felt the tiniest splinters of glass boring his skin.

He knew he had to get up quickly, no matter how much pain he was in. His head was throbbing, there was a continuous ringing in his ear, and his glasses were God knows where at this point - he cursed whoever was up there for his terrible eyesight. He could feel the blood trickling down his back and hands as he got up, his jaw feeling swollen, and his left eye was almost glued together from the blood that had already started to dry out.

Shownu came around the corner, spitting out a tooth onto the floor as his gaze was back on his rival. He watched the man come back to his feet. The action made him chuckle.

"You better not die on my floor."

Wonwoo glared at him. "You wish. A Jeon's corpse in your club must be like Christmas to you."

His comment made Shownu smirk. "You know me too well." Before running up to the younger man again, raising his fist. Wonwoo was quick to react and duck out of the way, snatching a knife he saw earlier from the countertop, only to jam it into the older one's shoulder. He cried out in pain, stumbling forward as he tried to reach for it, but it was stuck in a place he couldn't reach. He turned around in anger, his face burning red. Shownu was met with a gun pointed directly at him. 

"Who would've thought Jeon Wonwoo carries a gun with him," he choked out, slight amusement concealing his voice.

Wonwoo shook his head, his breathing still harsh as he tried not to fall to the ground. "It's not mine."

That's when Shownu noticed the sudden silence in the room. Ahead of him was Seungkwan laying on the ground, Hyungwon right next to him, his own gun pointed at Wonwoo. Wonho was knocked out on the floor with S.Coups and Mingyu sitting on one of the blood-covered couches, Changkyun right underneath Mingyu's foot, begging for air.

Hoshi was coming closer to the leading duo, Kihyun's gun now in Hoshi's hands as he held it right against his rival's temple with his other arm tight around his throat.

Everything was quiet when a painful cough echoed through the room. Through a door, that was now flat on the floor, came Dokyeom crawling on his knees while Minhyuk pushed him further with his foot. Wonwoo locked eyes with his member, who glanced at his leader in despair and embarrassment. He nodded at the younger member to reassure him before directing his attention back to his rival.

The gun was still pointing directly at Shownu, who had decided to stay still on the floor, but he chuckled with a salty undertone.

"So you want a Son's corpse in this club?"

Wonwoo shook his head, lowering the gun in his hand. "I don't want you dead. I don't need any blood on my hands."

"Look around you. Look at what you did, Jeon." The Monsta X leader tried to trick him.

"These guys are passed out for good, but not dead." His statement earned him a look of confusion from Shownu, so he continued, "I teach my men how to fight. Not how to kill." He dropped the gun and threw it towards the leader on the floor before turning around, only to get stopped when the older man got up. He told the other members to lower their weapons with a quick hand move.

"You're still a rat." Wonwoo turned around one last time at the sudden comment. "I should've listened to my father. Don't trust a Jeon. Never trust a Jeon."

He got a nod from SVT's leader in return, who exchanged glances with his guys, making them stand up as Mingyu rushed over to help Dokyeom up from the floor.

With a quick glance at Shownu, he bid his goodbye. "Well. From now on, you won't have to anymore." And started walking towards the door, the other members in trail close behind him. He couldn't help but to let out the last comment that kept tickling his tongue before exiting through the front door. "You better start cleaning up the mess if you want the club to re-open tomorrow."

Outside, each man was finally able to breathe in the fresh air, sounding like men starved from breathing for a decade as they enjoyed the night breeze that struck their bruised skin. Wonwoo immediately started looking around for the youngest member. He quickly found his silhouette sitting on the side of the pavement, a cigarette dangling between his lips. Right next to him, was the limp body of the security guard that had let them in about two hours ago. The sight made the leader almost chuckle.

"How's the guy?" He asked the youngster, who had turned around, nudging his head towards the buff man on the floor.

Vernon puffed out the last bit of his cigarette. "Knocked out pretty good. He won't remember any of this in a few hours."

Wonwoo nodded, "Good," and patted the shoulder of the younger member, giving him a quick glance. "Well done."

"Thanks, boss."

-

Not even letting anyone else interrupt, the man, apparently called Shownu, continued right after he brushed off the two women on each side of him, followed by his colleagues doing the same thing. "I see you replaced your little entourage with something much much more beautiful. Hey." His eyes were fixed on your form, noticing how you had tried to hide half of your body behind the CEO's frame.

"I'm more important than her right now, Son," Wonwoo's deep voice sliced the room while you watched the women awkwardly jogging out of the room.

The other man scoffed, exchanging amused glances with his friends before locking eyes with you again. "Well, how dare you say something like that about such a beauty. What's your name, darling?"

"I swear-"

"You should've brought the other guys if you didn't want me to talk to her, Jeon." Shownu cut off Wonwoo right away. His legs were still wide, his back relaxed against the back of the couch, the other men in similar poses.

A low chuckle came from the one on the right. "He knew they wouldn't survive another visit."

"You weren't even here the last time, so shut your fucking mouth, Jooheon," Wonwoo snapped at him. He jumped up from the couch immediately, ready to rush over to the two of you, when his leader stopped him.

"Boys, boys, calm down." He stood up with a grunt, taking two steps forward. His right hand held onto the wrist of his other one, giving a clear stance of power as he gave you another look that ran up and down your body, shooting a cold shiver through your body. "I'm sure Sir Jeon Wonwoo right here is smarter than that, right? Like you said, it would just make a terrible mess, wouldn't it?"

Not getting a verbal answer in return, was enough for him to continue. "Well then." He clapped his hands, rubbing them together. "Let's not play around and cut to the chase, huh?" His eyes met Wonwoo's cold glare. "Why the fuck do I have your feet on my ground again? And more importantly-" Before bending down to the side slightly to find you. "What is a lady like you doing in a hellhouse like this?" 

Uncontrollably, you lifted your hand to touch Wonwoo's back, hooking your fingers into the small belt thing in the back of his suit jacket. Wonwoo knew better than to spit at Shownu again, but he could also feel the fear radiating off your body, making him change his stance just slightly, hoping it would go unnoticed by his rival. Of course, it didn't.

With a bright smile, the other man opposite you took a step to the side, extending his arm to point at the seating arrangement behind him.

"Please." All while keeping his eyes on you. You tried to look away, tried breaking the intense contact he held with you, but it seemed almost impossible.

In the first second, your brain didn't want to understand what he was proposing, but you quickly caught onto it, shaking your head softly in response. Opening your mouth, your voice seemed so much smaller than you had wanted to. It was bound to happen, in a room as big as that, surrounded by men with their physiques.

You gently raised a hand. "I... I'm good."

Shownu stood back straight, raising one eyebrow. "I wasn't asking, darling."

All while Wonwoo was unresponsive. No change in posture, no noticeable uneven breathing. Not even a clenched fist. It seemed as if he almost didn't care about his possible biggest rival inviting the woman behind him to come closer. You let your eyes travel to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse of him looking down at you, letting you know what to do, but the CEO continued to keep his head up high, glaring at the man in front of the two of you.

With each passing second spent in unbearable silence, Shownu got more and more impatient, slowly but surely also rubbing off on the other men of his in the room as they sat forward, their arms resting on their upper thighs.

Deciding that keeping that man waiting any longer couldn't result in anything good, you dared to make your left foot step forward. You didn't even get to finish it before Wonwoo's body was quickly in front of you, hiding your entire frame behind his shoulders.

You heard Shownu sigh. "Move, Jeon."

He shook his head in return as his hand moved behind his back, showing you his palm. You were unsure if it was an act of courtesy or if he wanted you to place yours in his palm, so you just continued standing still. One glance behind you let you know that the security men were just as unamused about you two being there as the owners of the club.

"She has nothing to do with this. I'm here-"

"You know the rules, Won." A different voice suddenly spoke up. The man on the left side of the couch decided to speak up, using a nickname you hadn't even heard coming from Mingyu. Ever.

Noticing his fingertips moving, you looked down and found them extended as if waiting for something to hold onto. You hesitated at first but once you saw him clearly indicating you to place your hand in his, you did as asked. With one swift but surprising move, you were pulled right next to him, almost making you gasp. Looking up to your right, the side profile of the CEO glanced at you. You could see him eyeing you from the corner of his eye as he nodded, hoping to assure you of whatever was to come next. Your head turned to Shownu, who just kept a smug smile on his lips, eyeing you up and down the entire time. As if your outfit wasn't uncomfortable enough for you already, you now wished to rip it off your body and hide your figure in the biggest, longest, and thickest robe the world had ever seen.

With each step you took closer to the bad guy in the situation, your heart let you know just how bad of an idea it actually was. You had already had to let go of Wonwoo's hand, which you noticed only freed you hesitantly, keeping a tight grip on you until the very last second. There was one more step up separating you and the other men. While it did feel like a good and protective barrier, even though it would most definitely be the last thing keeping them away from you, you didn't get to appreciate it for as long as you would've liked to as a hand reached out for you. Looking up, you were once again met with brown eyes radiating anything but comfort. They were just as dark as Wonwoo's but yet so different. You had never been afraid of the man behind you, not even for a second. Intimated, of course, for obvious reasons, but his eyes always wrapped a cloak of comfort and protection around you while the two eyes now in front of you were clearly telling your body to run. Run and hide. Don't get closer. But you were very well aware that that wasn't an option at that moment.

Your shaky hand lifted to meet his palm, helping you up to the podium where you were now alone with the three men. Shownu's rough hands found their way to your hips, freezing your body even though they were much warmer than expected. He turned you around to face the room.

Now you understood where his confidence came from. Standing up there, you clearly felt more elevated than everyone else in the room. Better than anybody that even dared to enter this hole of a hell.

With a deep breath, you hoped to shake off the frightening feeling of the unknown as you glanced at Wonwoo, hoping to find some form of stability through him. He had hidden his hands in his pocket, carefully analyzing each man on the left and right, quickly regretting not coming up with a secret code between the two of you. He should've seen this coming. He knew the moment you'd step foot into that club, he was gonna lose the hold on you at some point, but he had prayed it wouldn't actually happen.

"Are you ready to listen to me now?" His voice was laced with slight annoyance. Shownu's hands left your hips, giving you time to breathe freely, but only for a second before you felt his hot breath against your ear. 

He extended one finger in Wonwoo's direction. "Let me enjoy this here first." 

You wanted to lock eyes with the man standing only a few feet away from you, but he didn't even dare. He had broken a promise he made to himself, and he couldn't even look at you. As annoyed as you wanted to be, the lips by the side of your head were too distracting, followed by the calloused fingertips running over your collarbone.

"Now onto you, beautiful," he whispered, making you close your eyes as you prayed to whoever was up there to just make it stop. "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You shot out. Of course, you could've lied. You should've lied. You noticed it quickly by Wonwoo's reaction, but in a fight-or-flight situation, lying wasn't going to be your strength.

He hummed into your ear, that almost sounded like a groan. His fingers danced around your shoulders, coming to a halt at the straps of your outfit. You wanted to call it a dress, but it was barely that. With one move, Shownu was suddenly behind you, his lips now close to your neck.

"You know, you're wearing quite the outfit here." His fingers hooked underneath your strap, to which your body immediately reacted by straightening and lifting your shoulders to stop him from what you thought would probably come next. "A bit too much for my liking." Without a warning and unfazed by your reaction, he pulled the right strap down.

"Son, I swear to-" Wonwoo's harsh voice hit your ear. You saw him take one step forward but he was quickly stopped by your sudden gasp echoing through the room once you felt cold metal meeting your lower back. Before anyone could react, you heard guns reloading and quickly realised what was being held against your skin. You closed your eyes.

"You swear to God what, Jeon? Huh? Be smart now." Shownu didn't show any sign of remorse. He wasn't going to be the one the back down from this.

Wonwoo raised his hands in defence, eyeing the other men who had raised their guns to point them at him. "I came here to talk to you. I don't wanna start anything."

"Who is she?" The older man nodded at you. "To you."

A sigh came from the CEO. "My partner." His comment made you look at him.

Shownu suddenly laughing out loud caught you off guard. "Yeah, right." His rough fingers graced your jaw and down your neck. "You really think I'd believe you bringing your own bitch here?" He chuckled again and took back the metal against your back as he rounded you to stand to your right again. "I mean, I must give it to you. You played the part of protective boyfriend pretty fucking well, but I know you better than that, Jeon. You can't fool me." And just when you thought you were out of the line of fire, he raised the gun again, close, yet not touching, to your temple. Your breathing cut off immediately. Something in your body stopped you from crying because God, you just wanted to start weeping.

"Business partner," Wonwoo quickly told him. "We work together."

Shownu raised one eyebrow as he chuckled. "No shit." He lowered the gun again, letting you let out the breath you were holding. "What kind of business?"

"Not the business you're thinking of. I told you I'm out of that." The CEO explained. "I bought a company."

"I know that. You don't think I watch the news, idiot?" His question made Wonwoo almost roll his eyes, but he knew to hold himself back.

"She used to work there, now she's COO."

A silence fell over the room. Glancing to the side, you found Shownu, looking straight ahead, his eyebrows slightly scrunched as he turned to glare at you, a smirk forming on his lips as soon as your eyes met.

"Yoon Y/N." Hearing your name fall from his lips made you gulp.

"Wow," he laughed and directed his attention back to Wonwoo. "You took Sungho's company and his little princess? You are cold-hearted, Jeon." After a look up and down your body, he licked his lips. "He used to keep her so hidden, and you're out here, showing her off like the price that she is. I taught you well." Listening to them speak as if you weren't even in the room with them made you want to accept the offer of squeezing out the eyes of every man in the room.

"You didn't teach me shit." Wonwoo gained back the confidence he usually holds himself up with once no gun in the room was pointed at him or you again. He knew very well what he could and could not do in each situation, having studied the rival group for years. When no snarky remark came in response, he continued with a sigh. "Now are you finally ready to listen to me?"

By now, you had brought the strap of your outfit back up on your shoulder, hiding your body behind your crossed arms once again, hoping and praying to escape from this place as quickly as possible.

Shownu let a small laugh tumble from his lips. "You must be pretty damn desperate to come to me."

He didn't need an answer. It seemed like everyone in the room already knew. No one in their right mind would even dare to set foot in this building if not desperately needed.

Yet, Wonwoo gave in with a nod.

-

"That Park fucker, I swear to God," Shownu leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his fingers running through his hair.

After shooing every single person out of the room, he got situated back onto the couch, Wonwoo taking a seat to his right at the corner, where another member of Shownu's group had been sitting merely a few minutes ago. He brought you along to sit down next to him after making sure you were somewhat doing alright. Good to know he still cared after pretending a little too well that he didn't.

"You know him?" The CEO wondered, saying out loud what went through your mind as well.

After sharing the entire story of the break-in, and the lawsuit, followed by the evidence brought in by Sehun and finishing off with Jihoon expertly recommending the two of you to pay Monsta X a visit, Shownu seemed to know a little more than you expected.

The rival nodded. "The last time you were here-"

"We went over this-"

"Those were his men."

Wonwoo stopped. He wasn't expecting that to come out. "What? His men?" Getting a nod in return. With a loud sigh, he stood up. "And you thought it was us?! When it was him all along?! What the fuck was the interrogation for then?!"

"Sit back down before I put a bullet through your head," Shownu told him. The low calmness in his voice a little sending a wave of fright through your body.

But Wonwoo didn't budge. "Why didn't you say anything?" Lowering his voice as well.

"You could be working with him for all I know. You really wanna fight about that now?!"

"Just admit that you were in the wrong."

"You better shut your fucking mouth. I'm the only one that can help you right now." Now both men were standing, facing each other with heavy breaths. It made Wonwoo chuckle as he shook his head.

"You're pathetic." Walking around the seating space as Shownu sat back down.

"So, what do you need from me?"

"The security camera videos," the CEO answered him. "Give me that, and we're out."

The rival straightened his back. "You want to have security camera footage to bring it to court and reveal what's going on in my club. I think the fuck not. You can see yourself out." He got up and was quick on his feet as he stepped down from the slightly elevated part of the room, walking towards the door.

You had finally had enough, and just as Wonwoo was about to open his mouth, you beat him to it. "They won't know it's from here." Shownu stopped in his tracks, only to turn around with a smug smirk plastered on his face.

He raised an eyebrow. "So she can actually talk." Commenting on your choice to stay quiet for the night. While he seemed amused by your outburst, Wonwoo was anything but that and quickly took in his position from before, covering half of your frame with his.

"Your watermark on the cameras isn't your fucking logo, and we won't tell them where we got the footage from." 

The rival redirected his attention, leaving you in the back once again. "And you expect me to believe you?" The older man crossed his arms in front of his chest, his feet wider apart to show dominance in the situation.

Wonwoo copied him, only hiding his hands in his pockets. "You want to watch him go down just as much as we do."

Shownu sighed out loud in clear annoyance, running a hand through his hair. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. You're taking that stupid saying a bit too seriously, Jeon."

"Trust me, you're anything but my friend."

-

You were advised to wait outside of the security man's room at the very back of the hallway, suggesting that what they would find on each of those videos was anything but pleasant. What you thought of the way Wonwoo was handling bringing you into this scene was still undecided by you. On one hand, you were definitely thankful you were able to stay clear of witnessing anything you'd prefer to keep unseen, but on the other hand, you were in this shithole just as much as Wonwoo and him treating you like some fragile dove was almost humiliating. Yes, of course, you weren't all that big and strong as him and whatnot, and yes, you were definitely more scared of whoever these men here were than you'd like to admit, but being a little damsel in distress would feel a bit different, you thought. 

Question after question kept running through your head as you walked along the walls of the cold hallway. The stones on the side made everything just look more and more like a dungeon, sending yet another chill down your spine. This used to be a place Wonwoo would visit frequently... most of his friends along with him... How much of this timeline in Wonwoo's life did you actually want to know about? He seemed to have put it behind him, but that's when you remembered one of your dad's sayings.

"Your past will forever be a part of you."

You were too young to understand what he meant and to this very day, you couldn't recall what the context of the moment was. But it stuck with you. And now it made you think. Every single thing that had happened with Wonwoo in the past 48 hours... what were you getting yourself into? Did you want to just let yourself fall into the arms of another man when you swore to yourself you wouldn't be doing that exact thing? And what man were you even trusting here? Back in the day, he was just the stupid douchebag, a rich kid of a CEO, then he became your boss, and now... now he was a man you found comfort in. A man you could trust... you... you tried to trust. But... he had secrets. Secrets that only now are making an appearance and God only knows, if everything with Chanyeol had never happened, how would your relationship with Wonwoo even have turned out? Would you still think of him as the annoying bachelor turned CEO or would be able to see the caring man he was behind this facade? The man who despised his father's wrongs and tried to do everything right again. You saw the way he acted around his mother, and it almost made your knees give in. It was a gentleness you had never seen before. It was so foreign to you, but it made you oh that much more jealous... why did it make you jealous? You hated to admit it, and Binna would slap you and tell you 'I told you so' but in your head, you were finally able to admit it. Jealous of a soft man's touch. Jealous of someone caring for you. Worrying about you. No gang member would act like that, right? You almost chuckled at the thought of Shownu treating a woman with respect. That was not a man with the possibility of having respect for anyone but himself. But Wonwoo... no, he wasn't like that. Maybe he had changed. Potentially, he had been similar to Shownu in the past... The mere thought of it made you want to throw up... But no, he told you himself, that he had promised himself to become everything his father hadn't been growing up. But after all, this kind of life had still been a part of him at some point. The dark side. The side where men would spend hours in clubs just like the Monbebe, touching, pulling, and groping women. The image of seeing him or any other of his friends in either one of these rooms behind those doors or upstairs, enjoying a drink by the bar, eyeing women up and down as they passed them, touching them, kissing them, taking th-

The door the two men had disappeared behind a few minutes ago opened, revealing the man that had been occupying your brain for the entirety of the time you had spent alone. The smoke from your brain overworking finally stopped, letting you take in a deep breath you didn't remember holding in. Too many thoughts for one night...

"You're okay?" Where the first words coming from him as he noticed the clear distance you had out between yourself and the door.

You nodded with a shaky smile in return. Before you could say anything, Shownu made an appearance behind the CEO, closing the door before you could even try to get a look inside.

"Are you ready to leave my club now?" He snapped at Wonwoo. Clearly, the two hadn't magically just become best friends behind closed doors.

Wonwoo turned around with a nod. "You won't see me here again."

"I'm counting on it." He leaned to the side slightly, sending a smirk your way. "You on the other hand, I would love to invite you someday again."

You couldn't even react as the CEO placed a hand on the older man's bigger chest. Their cold eyes met. "Over my dead body."

"I can make that happen." Shownu smiled, smacking the hand off of him.

Without another word, Wonwoo turned to you, taking a few steps forward to step in line with you, his hand finding a comforting place on your lower back.

"Come on, let's go," he whispered. "Let's get out of here."

"You got everything?" You wondered, surprising yourself with the steadiness of your voice after keeping quiet for so long.

He nodded. "Everything we need."

Before you could run up the stairs again, the sound of the older man's voice echoed through the hallway. "You better take Park down, Jeon."

Wonwoo said goodbye with a raised hand in return, before both of you finally made your way out.

-

After getting out of the club, the CEO had given you his jacket once again before you found Hongseok already waiting for you. With you not knowing what to do or say, and Wonwoo unsure of what was going on in your head, the car ride was spent in complete silence. Neither one of you wanted to even dare interrupt the quietness you shared, even though it was anything but comfortable. Good for you, that you were too lost in thought to notice him moving around in his seat almost nervously. You didn't even realise that Hongseok was driving you back to Wonwoo's place. At least not until you felt a tap on your shoulder, making you turn to the side, only to find Wonwoo waiting by the open door. His extended hand was waiting for you to reach out for it to help you out. You quietly thanked the driver before letting the CEO guide you into the building, into the elevator, and right into his apartment.

It was only then he dared to speak. "You want something to drink?" 

You snapped back into reality. "Hm?"

He turned back around as he was just about to enter the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?"

You shook your head slightly, "No, no, I'm good. I had enough wine last night."

Wonwoo couldn't help but hold back a chuckle. "I meant like water... or tea?"

"Oh. Ehm... yeah, okay," you nodded this time. Remembering, you still had your shoes on, you followed him into the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the barstools. That man had way too many places to sit and eat for a one-bedroom apartment.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Your head snapped up to look at him standing by the sink. You nodded. "Yeah..." Before bending down to release your feet from the confinement of those terrible high heels. Wonwoo watched your slight struggle, leaving the cups on the countertop as he rounded the kitchen island to bend down in front of you. You let your hands drop, already knowing where this was going. Your eyes analysed his fingers playing with the clasp on the leather strap.

"You know, it's okay if... you're a bit... unsure," he softly spoke, not losing focus on his task.

"Unsure?" You wondered.

"Does scarred sound better?" He looked up. The sight almost made you gasp. Just like all the other times when you had been in similar situations. Him... on his knees... in front of you... looking up at you with those dark eyes that looked so cold yet made you feel so warm.

You shook your head. "I'm not scared."

"Okay," he simply answered before letting both of your shoes fall to the floor. A soft moan of freedom tumbled from your lips.

"Thanks."

His fingers running up your feet slightly didn't go unnoticed by you, even though you think it should've gone by the way Wonwoo just simply stood back up and got back to making you your cup of tea.

"I'm not scared," you repeated, knowing that you mostly said it, trying to reassure yourself of the truth of the statement. "Maybe a little weirded out... but not scared."

He nodded again. "I understand. And I get it."

An important question was tickling the top of your tongue. One that you had been asking yourself ever since he disappeared with Shownu, leaving you alone with your thoughts in the hallway. They gave you too much time to think and now you were starting the question too many things you shouldn't even be thinking about. But you couldn't help it. You had to know.

"How-" As soon as the first word fell from your lips, you stopped yourself. Wonwoo's head shot in your direction, leaving the water to boil in the back. Seeing his eyes trained on you just made you forget about every worry you had before. This man couldn't possibly...

"Ask," he assured you, leaning on the counter as he watched you debate with yourself. He wanted you to ask. He almost needed you to.

You stuttered. "I... I don't know if I want to know." Your voice was suddenly quieter than before as you looked down at your hands that had started a thumb war.

"You deserve to know," he simply let you know. 

"But..." you sighed out loud, almost in annoyance. Who were you annoyed at though? "Jesus... I just." You tried collecting your thoughts as well as you possibly could, but there was way too much going on and your brain didn't have nearly the capacity you needed it to have at that very moment. "I don't know what to think. I... It's just weird."

"I understand that." He continued to let you know, nodding along with you as his gentle voice reached you. 

With a desperate sigh, you let your elbows rest on top of the counter, bringing your hands up to cover your face. You had to. "How involved were you in the Monbebe?"

He hummed, pushing himself off to stand straight again. "I wasn't one of those men sitting, drinking and pulling women down into their lap, if that's what you're thinking."

You nodded shyly, whispering almost to yourself. "That is what I was thinking..."

"I hate that club just as much as you do now," he sent you an almost sympathetic smile before turning back again to finish the tea. You noticed two cups next to each other.

"I don't know if that's possible," you chuckled, brushing over your arms that were still covered by his jacket.

He copied you. "You're right. You probably hate it just a little bit more than me, but trust me," he placed the cup for you right under your nose, "I didn't enjoy even a second I had to spend in there. Not back then, not today."

You nodded. Still hesitant about asking more questions, Wonwoo noticed your nervous frame, deciding to continue to avoid another uncomfortable silence washing over the two of you.

"Shownu's grandfather and mine started it all." The beginning of his story made you look up, watching him set down his own mug. "God knows what exactly happened between them but it all started with them. Then, our fathers took over, and the rivalry just continued. It started as a normal business rivalry, you know, just... stupid shit and jealousy over the success of the other one. But then..." He took a deep breath. "My father made some really stupid decisions, and it brought him to the darker side of that business. And before he knew it, Shownu's father lured him into helping him and... it all took a very bad turn from then on. The whole gang shit- I... it's stupid. But if you're born into it, you're born into it. There's not much you can do. So I had I was pretty much forced into continuing whatever my father had started, but... I really wanted to make it right more so. Shownu obviously had his doubts about that, and it wasn't easy to convince him, but somehow, don't ask how, I managed to do so."

"You," you interrupted him, "You don't have to tell me all of this."

"But you deserve to know," he answered. "I shouldn't have brought you there. It was a stupid idea on my side, and now you have to carry that with you for the rest of-"

"Hey," you stopped him gently. "It was my choice to go with you. I could've said no."

"Still," he shook your comment off.

"No." You didn't even let him continue. "We had to go through that and... now we did." You shared a moment of silence, looking into his eyes before opening your mouth again. "But... I gotta be honest... I don't know how much I want to know... about that part of... your past."

Wonwoo sighed, his gaze on the mug on the countertop. "I told you I want to be honest with you, and you deserve to know everything-"

"But I also told you that I trust you," you quickly added before he could take his thoughts much further, making him look up at you. "And I meant that." You shook your head. "I don't have to know everything about that... Jesus, I don't even want to, honestly. Not now, at least." Adding the last statement a bit quieter.

With a deep breath, Wonwoo decided to speak up after watching to stir your tea with the spoon he gave you. He thought carefully about each word he let out. "I think you might see me a bit differently after... what happened that last time there."

"The bloodbath?" You wondered, remembering the comments Shownu and him made within the first seconds of meeting him.

Wonwoo just nodded, taking a big gulp from his drink.

"I don't care," your simple answer surprised him as his eyes fell back on you again. "Don't tell me." You shrugged, "In Jihoon's office, I... I wanted you to tell me what the hell was going on because I was just... confused and... I guess scared. But now..." Another sigh fell from your lips, slightly shakier than before. "I just don't think I want to know." Because you were scared. You might not verbally admit it, but God... you didn't even want to imagine what could've happened back then.

"Okay," Wonwoo understood you. He couldn't have been more thankful to leave that story to tell at some point in the future. "Not today. Another time."

"Another time," you agreed with him, finally bringing up the now lukewarm mug to your lips, letting it trickle down your throat, sending a wash of comfort through your body.

The two of you started talking about the next steps including, getting the videos to Jihoon, him bringing every piece of evidence to the court, and what could further happen. Possible delays, future court dates, and how to deal with the situation at work. It almost felt a little too nice. Too... domestic. You seating on one of the barstools, him in the kitchen, moving around as he got himself a glass of water, getting you one as well even without asking you. All while talking about work.

Before the scene could feel too good for your own good, you snapped back.

"Okay," you sighed, moving around with your hands awkwardly, "I should... probably go home now." After bending down to snatch your shoes into your hands, you made your way over to the door.

Wonwoo straightened his back from his leaning position over the counter. "Yeah, sure," he followed you to the entrance, his right hand suspiciously in the pocket of his pants.

You turned around to say one last thing when the close proximity of his chest surprised you, making you forget what you were about to say as you just stared up into his eyes. He smirked at you before you felt his hand on your free one again, placing something in your palm before taking a small step back to let you look down. That damn key again.

"Won-" you started with a heavy breath, but the show of his palms stopped you.

"You're not taking a cab or public transport. Not in this outfit."

His comment made you look down. The 'dress'... right... But you also were still wearing his jacket, which you decided to shrug off to give back to him, already deciding that fighting about the car wasn't going to get you anywhere. His hands on your shoulders stopped your movements.

"You're also keeping the jacket on."

You sighed, "You're really not gonna let me make any decisions, huh?"

His gentle smile sent somewhat of a tingle to your heart, making you almost grin too. "Not after today, no." It wasn't a one-time thing and didn't have much to do with the events of that day- both of you knew that, neither one of you decided to comment on it.

His voice had suddenly become much lower, or maybe it had always been that low, but the closeness of his body let you register it more.

Understandingly, you nodded along. "Today was... long."

"And weird," he finished your thought, his gaze still down at you while you stood in front of him, feeling smaller than usual. In just a skimpy dress, some almost see-through tights, and his suit jacket, along with your shoes in one hand and his car keys in the other, you could've jumped straight out of the depths of his imagination.

"Yeah," you breathed out. He had definitely come closer. He wasn't THAT close before. Right?... Right?! The grip on your shoes tightened as your heartbeat surprised you by speeding up. God...

You should've already been out the door. Why on earth were you still standing in his apartment, barely ready to actually walk out. Your body knew why. Your heart knew why. But your brain decided to yet decline what was going on. Your breathing and stuttering ratted you out though.

You looked around frantically, running a hand through your hair as you suddenly created a bigger space between the two of you, not noticing the hand Wonwoo just dropped back to be by his side.

"I... I'm gonna go." Without waiting for another remark from his side, you turned around. You didn't get far though.

"Y/N," his voice struck you, immediately making you turn back to him. Your face screamed hope but dropped quickly as he continued. "I'm sorry." Wait. No. No no no. That wasn't supposed to happen. That's not what usually followed the call out of a name.

You scrunched your eyebrows, all hope and desperation gone, now replaced by pure confusion. "For what?"

With two big steps, he caught up with you, not wasting another second as he reached out, placed his hand on your neck and pulled you in, his lips meeting yours instantly. The sudden movement made you jolt in surprise, your full hands coming up to his chest to steady yourself.

You quickly fell into a matching rhythm, your lips moving against each other like butter. His fingers tightened on your neck, truly pulling you in as closely as he possibly could, getting a soft moan of you return. Kissing you wasn't enough, this man wanted to breathe you in. His free hand came up to get a hold of the shoes you were still holding onto. You let go, giving him the freedom to let them drop to the floor behind him. As soon as you could feel his lips distancing from yours, a whine dared to escape from you. He kept your noses close enough to touch.

"Stay," he whispered, his hot breath tickling your lips. Wonwoo didn't give you time to respond, smashing his lips back on yours. You continued to enjoy this moment, just moving along with him, breathing heavily as you felt his left hand come to your hips, travelling to your lower back. You had to let go.

"Wonwoo-"

"Please." He didn't let you finish. Pleading against your lips as you were close to distancing yourself from him. You let your eyes meet. Your eyebrows raised, scrunched in desperation, his just as usual low and unsaying of any of his emotions. But you could hear it in his voice. The slight shake. He wanted this. He needed this. Just as much as you did. Your breaths were already becoming one, your mouths begging to touch.

Fuck it.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down onto you. He let go of your neck, both of his hands immediately working on getting rid of the jacket that was still covering your body. And you let him. He undressed you hastily, throwing the anorak somewhere onto the floor - neither of you could care less. Before you could intertwine your hands behind his neck again, his hand found yours, taking back the key, only to make it join the jacket. A chuckle left your lips at his eagerness. Everything happened while your lips were still dancing with each other. Not fighting. Not moving. Dancing, as they fit like they were made for each other. You didn't want it to stop, convinced that it would have the same effect as holding your breath forever.

Wonwoo's hands travelled lower until they reached your ass and he crouched down before whispering into your mouth, "Jump." Letting you hop into his arms, his hands firmly on your behind to steady you. Your legs wrapped tightly around his hips, hoping to be as close to him as you possibly could. You let your fingers start to play with the hair on the back of his neck, tugging slightly, making him chuckle as he leaned back. 

"Careful," he whispered before lowering you down onto his bed, his much wider frame covering yours, engulfing you in comfort as he just hovered above you. 

Wonwoo didn't give you enough time to enjoy his lips on yours with the softness of his bed underneath before he moved onto your neck. His mouth started following your jawline, down to the side of your neck while your hands found a good place on his shoulders. You moaned out loud, not even caring about holding it back.

"We've been here once before, right?" His voice vibrated on your skin. He travelled back up to kiss your cheek, keeping his face at a distance to look you in the eyes as his fingers petted some strands of hairs out of your face. "But I'm planning on finishing it this time. Okay?" 

In desperation, you nodded, hoping to get further and get his body back fully onto yours. "Please do," you whined, his hands exploring your still-covered body.

Wonwoo smirked down at you, "I got you, baby," giving you a quick peck, which you had hoped would turn into a continuation of before, but were let down when he let go again. "Let's get you out of this first." Rubbing the material of your dress. He stood back up on his two feet, getting a hold of your hand to pull you up with him. Before you had enough time to gaze at his face, taking in every inch of his perfectly sculpted facial structure, he turned you around softly. His lips immediately went back to his neck as his fingers looked for the zip he had closed up a few hours ago, getting a soft moan from you in return.

"You look so beautiful in this," he whispered against your skin, sending a chill down your spine. "But you have no idea how fucking hard it was to keep my hands off you the entire evening." With each word he spoke, the butterflies in your stomach grew wilder and wilder. You just wanted him to never stop.

Once the zip was all the way down, he let the fabric drop down your arms, and you let him. Why should you stop at this moment? As soon as the dress fell to the floor, you stepped out of it and were turned back to face Wonwoo. His hand came up to cradle your face.

"Do you remember how I said I wanted to do this right?" You only trusted yourself to nod, scared of what sound might leave your mouth if you dared to speak. He grinned, "Good." And his lips were back on yours. Swiftly, he also got rid of your bra before his hands went down on the side of your thighs, pulling you in and making you wrap your legs around him once again. He took the opportunity to kneel down onto the bed, getting both of you onto the mattress and making sure your head met a pillow. Just like before, his lips left yours yet again to trace a line down your neck, only now also following the natural line of your collarbone before going further down and down. He didn't stop until he reached your breasts, kissing the right side first, getting closer and closer to your nipple, waiting for your moans to get higher. That's when you started to feel his tongue just on the outline of your nipple, going around it in circles, making you lift your body up automatically. His grip on your hips tightened, pushing you down to lay you flat, making you unable to move, no matter how much your body was begging for friction.

Wonwoo moved onto your left side, his mouth leaving wet kisses all over your tits as his tongue tickled your skin. You had let your hands move on their own. They found Wonwoo's grasp as they tried to loosen his grasp to give you some more freedom to move around. No chance. That man wasn't gonna let go of you any time soon.

"Wonwoo," your breathy voice made him come up to your lips again, teasing you by hovering above you, only coming close enough that your lips could potentially touch if you just moved up less than an inch. He hummed, giving you the notice to continue talking. Easier said than done when he started to place kisses all over your face again until he reached your neck.

"Please," you continued to beg for more. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

"Why the rush, gorgeous?" If only he knew what all of those nicknames were doing to you. Well, he was about to find out.

Not giving you time to respond, he moved himself down your body, making sure to resume his trail of kisses down your entire body. As if it was his goal to have touched every bit of your skin with his lips - if only you knew that was his exact goal. Maybe not for just tonight, but as a life goal.

His skilled finger quickly made their way into the seam of your tights, pulling them down. Slowly. Gently. Painfully.

You groaned.

"Let me take my time with you," he whispered. You shuffled yourself up, your elbows steadying you as you looked down at him now pulling off the thin piece of clothing and throwing it onto the floor.

Your heavy breathing didn't stop. "You're teasing." It wasn't a question or a cry of desperation. Maybe just a bit... but it was also a simple fact.

Wonwoo smirked proudly, getting closer to you again, stopping right in front of your face. "Good." He gave you a quick peck. "Now you know what it's like having to stand next to you every goddamn day and not be able to touch you."

"Who says you can't?" Where the sudden boost in confidence came from, was a question to everyone involved.

His low chuckle sent a warm rush right down where you were begging for him the most. "Well, I am a gentleman after all." He got slightly closer, his breath now tickling your lips, continuing his tease. You were too focused on his mouth just barely touching yours, not noticing the hand he had let travel lower, diving right into your underwear. The tip of his finger grazed your clit, getting a quick shutter and deep moan in return. To silence you, Wonwoo was quick to break the tension, covering your mouth with his once again, his tongue brushing over your lips immediately too. 

As if his kisses alone didn't already make you moan enough, his fingers that had started moving in circles on your clit made it hard for you to even concentrate on moving your lips along with his.

He pushed your body down again to lay flat on the mattress before diverting his attention back onto your skin. His free hand had gotten rid of your panties swiftly, giving him more freedom to pleasure you with his fingers alone.

God... his fucking fingers... so skillfully moving over your bundle of nerves before slowly daring to go even just a bit lower. You felt him smile against your neck as soon as he came in contact with the wetness of your hole already waiting for him. His finger tickled your entrance for a quick second before diving in, making you bite your lip, not letting the high-pitched moan escape fully. It was just that Wonwoo was having none of that. 

Within a split of a second, his was right in front of you again, his fingers that had just been inside of you, now on your chin as his thumb pulled your lower lip free from your teeth. He lowered himself down to whisper into your ear.

"Don't you dare even try holding back a moan tonight."

With no warning, he slowly pushed his two fingers, still covered in your wetness up to your mouth. You opened up wide enough for them to fit, already knowing what he wanted.

"Let me hear you, beautiful," he encouraged you, kissing the side of your neck to get a reaction from you as you moaned on his fingers, licking them clean of your taste. Only a second later, he pulled them out again, drawing a line down your torso until he reached your tits, engulfing one in his grip as his upper body disappeared from your sight again.

It was only when you started to feel his mouth on your upper thighs that you knew where he was going. His free hand was already tapping your legs to open up, giving him access to your inner thigh. Even though this wasn't the first time you had Wonwoo in this position, it felt just like it did back then. Perfectly intoxicating. You couldn't get enough of his touch, his lips, or... just him.

Wonwoo was everything you told yourself to never fall for ever again. But here you were, underneath the man in question, letting your body react freely against his touch.

Even though you expected it, you couldn't help the loud moan to fall from your lips as soon as his mouth came into contact with your core. His tongue didn't waste a moment, immediately giving your clit all of the attention. He started circling it before using his entire mouth to suck, getting a follow-up of multiple heavy moans from you in return. Your fingers had started holding onto his hair desperately, almost pulling too hard, yet Wonwoo didn't budge. With one hand, he made sure to keep your hips as still as possible while his other one had joined his mouth by your pussy, his fingers teasing your entrance yet again. His lips occupied with sucking your soul out of your clit, and his fingers pushing inside of you made you jolt your hips up, only to get pushed down harshly again, not even a second later.

As much as you would've wanted to form words, letting him know just how good he was making you feel, you couldn't. No understandable word from the dictionary was able to form in your mouth. You were communicating in moans, groans and heavy breathing. And Wonwoo understood every single loud you were making. He was able to read you like his favourite book, remember you like his favourite lyrics and play you like an instrument he had been playing forever. Everything just fit... too perfectly.

The squelching sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you filled the room, entertaining the two of you like a song in the background. Mixed with your moans, Wonwoo's cock was already reacting to it. From the moment he had thrown you onto the bed, to be completely honest, if not as soon as he had seen you in that pathetic excuse of a dress. 

He couldn't hide a smirk once he felt your walls starting to tighten around his fingers, only letting him know to keep on going. He had switched to tickling your clit with his tongue again, the tip of it going up and down, circling the bud before pressing flat against it. Anything to make you come undone right under his touch - his biggest accomplishment. The harsh tugging on his hair got a deep groan from him, vibrating against your pussy, sending the last wave of pleasure you needed to finally release on his fingers with a loud moan. You fought against his grip, lifting your hips into his mouth as your orgasm hit you. It didn't stop him from continuing, still moving his fingers, only slightly slower now, making sure that his lips were also gently sucking on your clit, focusing more on kissing it, making you jolt with each touch. You whined out loud, your legs tightening around his head. This was heaven. No need to question it. This must be it. No other possibilities.

"Fuck," your uneven breathing filled the room, your fingers still tangled in his hair as he kept his head down, working you through your high as you tried to push him back. "Wonwoo-" you cried out. "Please- God..."

With a smug grin on his lips, he raised his head, looking up at you still trying to catch your breath.

"You call that teasing?"

You had to chuckle, covering your face with one hand.

Wonwoo pushed himself up, coming back to face you, taking your hand in his to look you in the eyes.

"You did so well for me," he whispered against your lips. You didn't know how to react, so you just pulled him in closer by his collar. A kiss was answer enough. That's when you noticed something.

You pulled back. "How come you're still in your clothes while I'm naked underneath you?"

He smiled. "Well, ladies' first." His comment made your eyes roll. He chuckled. "But I'd be happy to change that." Diving back to continue kissing you with just as much passion as he did when he pulled you in back by the entrance door. 

Your fingers got to work on the buttons of his dress shirt while he was occupied with getting his pants open and off. You got rid of his shirt, letting it drop onto the floor by your side. To get out of his pants, Wonwoo sat back, letting his underwear go as well. Before you went further, you let your eyes travel over his torso, taking in every single piece of art decorating his skin. His shoulder was covered in black and grey ink, going down his right arm, hugging his biceps. Oh, to run you tongue over each piece… You snapped back and quickly joined him, hopping onto his lap, before he even had the time to get on top of you again. You had been waiting way too long for this. Way longer than you'd like to admit.

He made sure to keep his hands on your ass, placing you comfortably on his lap, his erection high, slapped against his abdomen. You didn't need to look down to know how big he was. You knew. You remembered. Hell, you even dreamt of it after the times he had already fucked you. Don't tell Binna that.

With his lips back on yours, much more eager than before, you let one hand rest on his chest while the other had gone down, swiping over your still glistening cunt, wetting your palm before you grasped his cock. An immediate moan came from Wonwoo, his breath heavy in your mouth, groaning against each other as you felt him nudge his hips into your touch. You kept your hand on the upper half of his dick, your thumb brushing over the top, spreading the pre-cum all over the burning red tip. The chill going through his body didn't go unnoticed by you, making you smirk against his lips as his fingers dug deeper into your ass, making you throw your head back in pleasure. Your hand had started running up and down his entire erection, making him hide his face in your neck as he kissed it again, sucking harshly on one specific spot he remembered you reacting to the hardest. As if it was a competition, your hand movements became harder and sloppier while his kisses became much harsher. Both of you had forgotten about moaning, turning to groaning as it relieved much more of the pleasure.

Without a warning, Wonwoo slapped your hand away and lowered you closer to the mattress, his arm on your lower back to hold you up. His free hand grabbed the base of his cock, directing it towards your entrance as you held yourself up with your elbows. He teased you by circling your hole with the tip of his dick, just waiting to fill you up.

You threw your head back in desperation. "GOD, Wonwoo just put your cock inside of me, please." With a low chuckle, he followed your plead. You couldn't hold yourself up and let your back hit the mattress as both of his hands had found their way to your hips, holding onto them as he backed out and went straight in again. Just like with his fingers - painfully slow. The roughness of each vein that decorated his erection grazed your walls, only intensifying each thrust.

"Fuck," you heard him curse under his breath as he lowered his body, his mouth back on your right breast as his right hand played with your left nipple.

You moaned out loud. "Fuck, Wonwoo," trying to move your hips along with his rhythm.

He came back up, his hand now on your neck as he groaned right into your ear. "Jesus, you feel so good." His thumb was brushing against your cheek.

"Won-" your moan was interrupted by an uncontrollable whine you had to let out as he was suddenly going deeper, making you realise he hadn't put his full length inside of you up until you. "Please," you stuttered with heavy breaths, "Please make me come."

His hand left your neck, immediately going down to your clit, after dipping into your wetness, putting pressure on your little bundle of nerves.

You nudged your hips up, "FUck, yes." Crying out loud as he kissed your jawline. Listening to his moans so close to your ear, feeling his thrusts becoming more and more irregular, almost sloppy, made you all that more aroused, knowing how close he must be getting.

With another hit at your G-spot, you almost couldn't hold back anymore.

"Wonwoo, I'm gonna cum," you whined, getting his attention as he kissed you deeply.

"Come on, baby. I'm close too. Come on. Just like that," he encouraged you, keeping his rhythm as steady as he possibly could, which wasn't much. "Good girl." Sending a heavy rush of arousal right to your pussy.

With his fingers right on your clit, his breathing against your ear and just feeling his chest move against you, his cock hitting all the right places inside of you, you didn't dare to hold back, letting go right as it hit you. A loud cry tumbled from your lips, your head digging into the blanket and mattress underneath you. The tightness of your walls almost pushing his cock out of you as the pleasure rushed through your body.

Wonwoo pushed himself up, and with three last hard thrusts into you, you felt him fill you up just as you would have begged him to. The warmth of his seamen made another moan come from you. Your hands were quickly trying to find his that were once again on your hips - seemed like they had found their favourite place.

His movements had slowed down, now making sure to work you through your uneven breathing as you came down from your second orgasm.

For a good few minutes, he continued to rock the both of you back and forth comfortably, lowering himself down to cover your frame with his wide shoulders, kissing you deeply without having to ask him to. His fingers tangled in your hair to make sure he'd pull you in as close as possible while his hips stopped moving, only one last time as he pulled out, leaving you cold and empty on the bed.

With one last kiss on your cheek, and a quick whisper of, "Stay here," he disappeared into the bathroom. You laid still. You put your right hand right under your boobs, still trying to even out your breathing.

That's what's supposed to happen when someone calls your name out in such desperation.

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"Wow..." Almost exactly 30 minutes later, you were standing in the middle of your bedroom with Binna leaning on the door frame, gazing at you with sparkles in her eyes. "My best friend is BEAUTIFUL!" She rushed over to you to engulf you in a tight embrace but pulling back again, "Oh god, no, I don't want to ruin hair, I'm so sorry," and quickly patted down the nonexistent strands that got dishevelled because of her hug. You giggled at her antics and slapped her hands away from your face,

"It's still all good."

"It's not all good," she admitted, taking a few steps back, "It's SO much better than good. You, my friend, are... wow..."

"Alright, alright," you pushed past her and made your way back into the living room where she had prepared a small bag for you. Picking up from the couch, you took a quick look inside, finding all the necessities: your phone, lipstick, some powder, and...

With your index and middle finger, you picked up the little squared foil package, turning around to meet the mischievous eyes of your friend. Instead of sharing words, the two of you kept looking at each other for a few seconds. You with raised eyebrows, waiting for an explanation, and her with a grin on her lips, happy to send you off looking fine as hell.

"He's not gonna be able to keep his hands to himself once he sees you, trust me," walking up to you to place the little package in your palm, closing your fingers around it, "You're gonna need it."

You snatched your hand back, out of her grasp, "I'm gonna cut his hands off if he tries anything." Throwing it onto the couch as you were about to make your way into the hallway when her voice stopped you. She picked up the preservative and approached you again, "Listen, I have a breeding kink too, but take it just in case."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but to giggle but still kept a shocked expression at her comment. She leaned down to get a hold of your purse, opened it, and stored the condom well in a side pocket. "I mean it," you told her one last time.

"Sure," Binna nodded, "You will cut his hands off just like you did with his lips when he kissed you, right?" Teasing you about the fact that you may have shared a few too many details about the kiss, telling her about the way your legs gave in and you kissed him back.

Shaking your head, you turned towards the hallway, taking step after step, looking for fitting shoes along the floor. You didn't get to see the little victory dance she did behind you.

"Black heels," Binna motioned towards the pair she meant once she had caught up with you, and you thanked her quietly. Just like she did before, she rested her upper arm against the wall, looking at you with a grin plastered on her face.

"Listen," making you look up, "I'm gonna stay here until midnight. If you're not back by then, I'm out." You gazed at her with furrowed brows, making her continue, "I'm not gonna sit here alone and watch some romance drama on TV while you're getting railed by a CEO."

"Binna!" You warned her, but she just laughed, clearly proud of herself for coming up with comments that were pure gold to her.

After closing the clasp of your shoes, you straightened your back again, brushing over the dress out of habit and turned to the other woman in the room, "So?" Your voice suddenly heavy as if your heart had started beating faster, "How do I look?" The brunette smiled brightly at you, stretching her hands out to meet your waist, holding onto you tightly,

"Oh, suddenly you care about how you look for Mister Jeon," imitating the voice of the driver that was still waiting downstairs. You sighed and shook your head with the corners of your lips curling up, to which she quickly continued, "You look fantastic. I mean it." Looking directly into your eyes, where she found your pupils slightly shaking. "You're nervous, right?"

You nodded confused and placed a hand on your stomach, "Yeah? Why though?" Insecure about your own emotions. Binna's grin widened, if that was even possible anymore, turning into a genuinely kind smile,

"It's okay," she assured you. She knew what to assure you of, yet you were unsure about it. After a few last deep breaths and your friend throwing a coat over your shoulders, you were out, taking slow steps into the elevator before disappearing out of her sight. Binna closed your front door once you were gone and let a heavy sigh come out of her, "Damn... this is gonna take some time. Blind bitch..." and walked back into the living room to distract herself for a bit before she would drive back to her own place. In no way was she actually going to wait until midnight. She knew you weren't going to come home at any time before that.

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The driver was kind and smiled at you as you excused yourself repeatedly for being late and keeping him waiting but he exclaimed just as often that he was ordered to wait for however long you may take and to not stress you as well.

The drive to the event's place was spent quiet for the most time, until the older man spoke up, "So, you and Mister Jeon must be close." Stating, rather than asking.

You met his eyes in the review mirror, "Ehm... I-" unsure of how to answer, "W-we work together. I work at Oksan & Co."

He chuckled, "I know that. He told me about you." Speaking as if it was the most normal thing in the world for Jeon Wonwoo to mention you in a conversation.

"He told you about me?"

The driver seemed to have noticed the surprised tone in your voice and decided to elaborate, "I've been working for the Jeons for quite some time. I used to work for his father before the little Jeon took over the company," you chuckled at the nickname, "I know basically almost everything about him. He talks a lot." Does he? He doesn't seem like somebody that shares a lot with other people. "He told me about the new COO, but not much about your relationship to each other." Switching between looking at the road and you through the review mirror.

You suddenly felt your heartbeat quicken, trying to get your mind straight to find a quick answer, "Oh- co... coworkers. We're coworkers. Just... coworkers." You didn't catch the grin that formed on the man's face, but got to hear the slight amusement in his voice,

"You're the first coworker of his I'm driving, in my thirty years of working for them," raising his eyebrows to pronounce the words differently.

"Oh," you chuckled nervously, "Oh well," a tight and forced smile on your lips.

"Must be special," he quietly commented, letting those be the last words of your conversation as he took a right turn and came to a halt. He took off his seatbelt and stepped out of the car, walking over to your door, opened it and helped you out.

"Have a good night, Miss Yoon." He bowed, making you do the same before he showed you where to go and got back into the vehicle, ready to drive off. With one last deep breath, you dared to take the steps forward, walking towards the older building that greeted you with a red carpet and big wooden doors, open for everyone to step in. A man at the entrance stopped you, asking for your name. After telling him, he nodded and told you to go ahead. You thanked him with a smile and continued your journey inside, only to get stopped again,

"May I take your bag and coat, Miss?" A slightly younger man kindly questioned, his hand already reaching forward.

"O-oh, yes, of course," you shrugged off your purse, but not without snatching your phone out of it, and handed him the accessory and clothing item. "Thank you," you smiled and walked through the second set of doors, finding yourself in a big foyer again. People passed you, some almost pushing you out of the way, while others stood in groups on the sides, talking loudly. You let your eyes scan the room, hoping to find a set of familiar eyes, but were disappointed as you weren't even able to identify one person. You were about to get on your phone when a woman in a suit joined you, standing still next to you, holding out a tray of champagne-filled glasses, smiling. Reaching for one of them, you got interrupted by two bigger hands stopping yours, taking two glasses off the tray before handing one to you. You turned to your left and found the familiar eyes you had been looking for. With a thankful smile, you took the one Wonwoo was holding out for you as he thanked the waitress, making her walk away to greet another guest.

"Good evening," he greeted you, filling the empty space next to you that the woman had left, letting his eyes, only quickly, rake up and down your silhouette, smiling at the clothing item you were wearing.

"Hi," you sent him a forced smile, not catching his glance, your lips feeling tighter than before and your heart increasing its beating pace, just like it did in the car.

"I'm glad to see that you could make it," he spoke softly and you were still able to hear him over the murmuring of the other people around you, as the two of you started walking to nowhere specifically.

You shook your head, looking ahead instead of to him, "You didn't have to send your chauffeur to come and pick me up." Ignoring his comment. He let out a deep chuckle,

"Hongseok is happy if he gets to drive around a little bit." Hoping to amuse you a little bit, but you didn't let anything show on your face. Wonwoo suddenly stopped walking, stepping in front of you to look at you, "And I had to make sure that you would actually show up."

"You thought I wouldn't?" You finally let your eyes interlock again, which was probably the worst idea as you could already feel yourself not being able to look away.

"Was I right?" He smirked, already knowing the answers, and getting a confirmation by you pursing your lips and slowly nodding.

"Maybe..."

Wonwoo chuckled and hid his free hand in his pocket as he noticed the phone that you were still holding. He reached out, snatching it out of your hand and stopped you when you were about to comment on it,

"You don't have anywhere to put it, it's alright," and hid it in one of the pockets on the inside of his suit. "Alright," he spoke up louder, "You arrived just in time," walking next to you again, showing you where to go.

You looked at him confused, "In time for what?"

"Dinner," he smiled.

"Dinner? We're having dinner?" Instead of answering he made you look ahead, coming to sight with a big open room filled with tables on the side, leaving a dance floor in the middle. The walls were decorated in red and gold, making it look like an old theatre, which it probably was because of the insanely high ceilings and curtains on one wall. You wanted to ask him a question but shut yourself up once you noticed he was talking to one of the waiters who would bring you to your designated table. The younger man led the way, leaving Wonwoo and you behind him.

"What even is this event?" You wondered.

He shrugged, "Just some fancy celebration of CEOs where they can meet each other and talk and see if they'd like to collaborate or even merge."

"Don't you have enough collaborations with other companies?" You wondered, making him smile and turn his head towards you,

"You can never have enough collaborations if they bring in enough money."

"Of course," you rolled your eyes at his comment, but he kept his smile.

"Looks like I might have to teach you a little bit tonight." You stopped at one of the round tables in the room, and the waiter left the two of you, letting you know they would start serving the food very soon.

You scuffed, "You wish," looking him dead in the eyes before turning to the table, finding name signs in front of each seat. You looked for yours, which was of course right next to Wonwoo's and wanted to sit down, when he beat you to it, and pushed the chair back, motioning for you to sit down. You thanked him with a nod and eyed him as he took his seat to your right. Your eyes fell on his perfectly sitting tie that was sticking out from the rest of his all-black attire with the little bit of tissue in the chest pocket that had the same colour. Both had the same colour. The same colour as your dress. Even with force, you couldn't help but to let your lips slightly curl upwards, "Your tie," you pointed to it shyly, "has the same colour as my dress."

Wonwoo looked down and touched it, acting surprised by the realisation, "Oh, well would you look that. What a coincidence." Smacking his lips as he found your amused glance.

You nodded, "Yeah, even the same fabric."

"What a coincidence," he stuck to his act and found you to be entertained by it, having to look away and take a deep breath to try and hide the smile that you couldn't hold back. Before you two could continue whatever was starting to happen, an older couple joined you.

"Good evening," the voice of an older lady made you look past the CEO and immediately stand up, seeing her and an older man next to her. You bowed politely, greeting the two as well as the woman gasped, "Oh my, aren't you two young." Making you giggle and Wonwoo chuckle.

"Why would they place two old fucks next to such young entrepreneurs?" The man commented as he took a seat.

His partner was quick to slap his chest, "What is wrong with you? Don't swear in front of them." She warned him, making you want to smile at the interaction. She turned to you, "I'm sorry for my husband. I'm Lee Hyerim, and he's Kang Beomseok."

Wonwoo nodded with a smile, "It's very nice to meet you," and turned around to you, motioning with his hand to introduce yourself, which you quickly did, "I-I'm Yoon Y/N," and he did the same right after you.

The older couple smiled at both of you, watching you closely from their seats next to Wonwoo.

"And may I ask what company you are from?" Lee Hyerim wondered.

"Oksan & Co." Your CEO answered, pushing his chair slightly back, so he wouldn't block you from their view.

The wife gasped, "Oh, Oksan & Co.!" Hitting her husband in the stomach, "I told you about them," before turning back to you, "I read about you. Amazing what you're doing. Congrats." The two of you smiled politely.

"So, you're THE Jeon Wonwoo, from Vortex, right?" The older man suddenly spoke up, and the man next to you nodded,

"Correct."

"And who are you then?" He turned to you, still smiling, "Wait. Let me guess, employee of the month. And now you get to join the CEO to a nice business dinner. Huh?" You forced a chuckle out of you. This was not the first time it happened and wouldn't be the last time, but at least he seemed polite, so you kept your smile,

"COO actually," you cleared up before adding, "But soon to be employee of the month." Making the couple chuckle and Wonwo turn around to meet your eyes. He looked at you amused, happy to see you in a good mood. "I just gave myself that title. I hope you don't mind," you provocatively whispered. You hoped to rile him up, but only got met with a kind facial expression and what looked like a... proud smile?

"Not at all." He whispered back, leaning in slightly, his gaze lingering on you for a little too long, and turning around to the couple again, leaving you baffled at his reaction. You tried to annoy him, or get something out of him... anything but THAT. What the hell was THAT?

"Wow..." the woman exclaimed, "You guys are really only getting younger. I could've never imagined having such an important role in a company in my twenties. Unbelievable..."

"We're doing our best," Wonwoo nodded.

"Yeah," she chuckled, "I can tell. Oksan & Co. is doing so well right now."

Slowly but surely, people filled the empty seats around the table, introducing themselves to the two of you and to each other. Never had you ever imagined you'd be in a room with more CEOs than you could count. Another day for you to feel small as you looked around watching women next to other women, or some on the arms of their partners and dates.

You had fallen into a comfortable conversation with the woman that had sat down next to you. Boo Seomin, 32 years old, who recently had her second and, as he put it, 'hopefully last' child. She was here with her husband who was looking for a new printing company to bring out the magazine articles he and his employees were writing. While you were talking, waiters had already brought out the three-course meal and collected every bit of cutlery that was left, leaving only the glasses filled with alcohol on the table.

In the middle of your shared talk, you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder,

"Are you okay?" You turned to the side, coming to sight with the dark familiar pair of eyes looking at you carefully.

"Yeah," you nodded softly, feeling a small smile grazing your lips, making him do the same.

"Do you want something to drink?" Nodding towards the empty glass in front of you, "There's a bar back there. I can get you something." Looking around, you found what he was talking about. The neatly kept counters, bartenders serving drinks from behind them. You shook your head,

"No, don't worry. I can get it myself," and stood up only for a hand on yours stopping you,

"No, no, sit down. I'll get it." He insisted, but you pushed him down by his shoulder,

"I can do it," staring directly into his eyes, "What do you want?"

"Nothing, I'm good, thank you." Before completely leaving the table, you caught an older man from the table laughing at Wonwoo,

"Never fight about the independence of a woman, Mister Jeon." Making you smile as you made your way towards the bar.

If you had to stay here for longer, which currently seemed to be the case, you'd at least make the best out of it and use the free menu of liquor.

One of the bartenders rushed to you as soon as he saw you approaching the counter, taking your order and getting to it within seconds. While you were waiting, another silhouette showed up next to you.

"A beautiful woman like you is a CEO? Why not a model?" You looked to your left, encountering a young man, who couldn't have been much older than you, that was now leaning on the countertop as well. The pick-up line almost made you throw up and if this had been a club, you would've exactly known how to react, but this was a prestige event, so you had to stay professional and civil.

"Thank you, but I'm not interested," you shook him off, hoping this would make him leave. Of course, it didn't.

"Who says I'm interested? Can't give women compliments these days?" He simply wondered, slurring his words and chuckling to himself. 100% drunk.

"You can," you nodded, "Just not like that," and immediately shook your head afterwards.

The man rolled his eyes, "Then may I ask what company the beautiful lady in front of me is from?"

You leaned over, trying to see if the bartender was almost done, but you couldn't find him, so you continued smiling forcedly at him, "Oksan & Co."

He started mumbling and thinking to himself, "Oksan & Co, Oksan & Co..." repeating the name over and over again before the light inside of his brain seemed to have turned on, "Oh! Right. Jeon's new company."

Everyone really does know him.

"That's the one." You smiled, still waiting for the drink.

"And what do you there? You can't be CEO because that's already Jeon. So what are you?" He just wouldn't shut up. Your started shaking your legs impatiently, your fingers tapping on the stone top you were leaning on.

"COO," you quickly answered, finding the bartender who was making his way back to you.

"COO," the man repeated, "As if," a salty chuckle tumbled from his lips.

"As if what?" You took the drink into your hands but were suddenly more interested in the attitude that guy was giving you. You can put men into their place and still stay polite, you just have to try it. You can stick up to men that aren't your father. You've done it before, just do it again.

Words slurred out of his mouth but got interrupted by another voice that appeared a little too close to your left ear, making you jolt back, hitting a hard chest,

"Hey." Wonwoo's hands grabbed your shoulders to steady you as he smiled down at you and then at the man in front of you.

"Jeon!" The drunk man shouted, "Damn... I never thought I'd ever get to see you ever again." Greeting him with the typical bro-hug that looked way more uncomfortable to Wonwoo than it did to him, making you chuckle. You moved over, slightly more to the side, but felt a soft touch on the middle of your back to keep you right where you were.

"You're already CEO I heard," he congratulated the man behind you who nodded with a fake smile plastered on his face,

"You heard right."

"And the first thing you do is get yourself a hot assistant, I see, I see," he suddenly commented making you want to turn around. You tried doing that, and you would have been successful if it wasn't for the sudden gentle grab by your shoulders, keeping you close to Wonwoo. That definitely did not make your heart jump. No. No, it didn't. Why would it? Huh? No, it didn't.

"COO," Wonwoo corrected him, "She's the COO."

"Yeah," he started chuckling again, "That's what she said too." For a second there was silence before he continued out of the blue, "How well does she suck?" A disgusting and proud smile on the other man's face, making you gasp,

"Excuse me?!" You raised your voice, clearly too loud as you felt the man behind you keep you back, expecting you to lanch at the other CEO.

Wonwoo kept his cool, "What do you mean?" Continuing the conversation in his usual cold tone, making you scuff and fight his grip, which only led to him linking your arms together, and you give up.

The other man smiled, "Oh, come on, you know. How good was the head for you to make her the COO?" Not wanting to hear any more of the derogatory words that kept on coming out of his mouth, you grinned your teeth and started fighting Wonwoo's tight hold on your arm. It didn't seem to faze him much as he answered, pretending to think for a second,

"Hm...," letting his eyes scan the room, "I don't know to be honest", before looking ahead again, straight into the man's eyes, "But tell your mother that hers was great last night." Without waiting for a response that he wouldn't have gotten anyways as the guy was too shocked at the comment, Wonwoo dragged you away gently.

"Wh-," you stuttered, "What the fuck was that?" You freed yourself from his grip, coming to a halt on your way back to the table, standing in front of each other.

"What?" He questioned as if he didn't know what you were talking about. His face looked more tense than you had ever seen it before, making you slightly worry.

"That!" Pointing to the bar where the man was no longer to be seen.

He answered you, breathing heavily, "That's how you deal with men like that."

With your mouth slightly open, you kept switching gazing at him and the bar, "You can't just say things like that. Who knows who he's gonna tell that to."

The CEO shut his eyes and let out a heavy breath. "So you would've just let him continue talking to you like that?" He seemed enraged by what had happened, trying to calm himself down. Because yes, the scene had annoyed him, but what annoyed him, even more, was your opinion about his action.

"I don't need your help," you suddenly answered. It was a straight-up lie, yes. Would you confess to it though? No. Absolutely not. Wonwoo smiled with an annoyed eye roll, looking to the side,

"Clearly..."

The voice of Kang Beomseok joined you, "May I escort the lady for a dance," stopping right next to you, extending his hand towards you, but turning his head to the younger man's direction, who nodded and motioned for him to 'go ahead'.

You shook your head at the kind man, "I don't dance," but he had already gotten a hold of your hand, slowly dragging towards the dance floor.

"A woman can always do at least one dance," he joked. You turned around, a helpless look written all over your face as you found Wonwoo standing there, watching you with a smile, "You said you don't need my help." Were the last words you heard from him before you were too far away from him, and he got pulled to the side by the wife of the older man, making you chuckle. Karma.

Surprisingly, it was much less awkward dancing with Mister Kang. It felt more like you were enjoying some time with your grandfather that kept on running his mouth about the people around him, getting a laugh from you at every comment he gave.

"So," he started again, while you were swaying side to side in a comfortable distance, "You and Jeon Wonwoo? COO and CEO. Perfect match."

"Oh, no," you corrected him, "We're colleagues. We're... we're not... together in that way." He suddenly gasped, over exaggerating his facial expression, which made you giggle,

"What? Miss Yoon! How could you let that man suffer like that."

"Why suffer?" You chuckled.

"My wife and I could've sworn the two of you must've been together for at least a few years." He admitted.

Your curiosity suddenly lit up, "What made you think that?"

Kang Beomseok started explaining the situation from his point of view, "When you left to go to the bar, Mister Jeon's eyes never left you. Not even for a second. And when I turned around, I found out why," you wondering look made him continue. "Because of that man that came up to you. We were in the middle of a conversation when he excused himself, and I swear he almost RAN to stand next to you." A short moment was shared in silence, before he added, "I haven't seen a lot of men be like that, to be honest... that's something special. Even while we were talking and you were next to him, he would also try to steal a quick little gaze at you. Truly something special..."

"Why are you telling me this?" You whispered, surprised at what you had just heard. Your brain was still trying to comprehend the spoken words when he answered you,

"Because like I said, my wife and I could have sworn the two of you were a couple. We had no idea. But even now I already caught him looking at you twice."

"Huh?" You gazed at the man, who just smiled,

"My wife and Mister Jeon are only a few feet behind you," and waved to his partner. You wanted to turn around and see it for yourself, but he gave your hand a sudden squeeze, "Think about my words, alright?" He didn't even wait for an answer before spinning you around, letting go of your hand, making you bump into someone. You pressed your hands against the chest first, hoping to muffle the impact. With a quick look up, you came to sight with a familiar tie first, before seeing a smiling Wonwoo already glancing at you.

"Hi," he spoke quietly, using his deep voice.

"Hi," you greeted him back, suddenly shy by the look he was giving you. He got a hold of both of your hands and took them off his chest, only to let your right one rest in his left, while his right found its way to your back, keeping it on the highest possible position, where his palm wouldn't touch your skin.

"So," he started speaking, swaying from one side to the either, just like Kang Beomseok did with you, "I heard you don't dance."

Your heart had only started to recover from the scene at the bar before but was already starting to increase its beat again. Even with the kiss the two of you had shared a few days before, this seemed much more intimate. Much closer. You could, but didn't even dare to, rest your cheek against his shoulder, like most women would during a slow dance. Instead, you decided to play along to whatever he was doing, "Well, you heard correctly."

Wonwoo smiled at your answer, gripping your hand a little tighter before he leaned down, his mouth stopping almost directly next to your ear, "Then let me change that." And before you knew it, you were suddenly pushed away from him, his hand still holding on tightly to yours as he pulled you back in, spinning you around. The CEO grabbed your torso with one arm again, holding you close to him, as he crossed the floor with you with big steps, turning smoothly to the sound of the music playing. With one last spin, you were back, chest to chest, you looking up at him in shock, while he looked down at you, laughing at your reaction,

"Never do that again," you commented, still trying to make the world not spin anymore. Wonwoo started laughing, his chest and your hand on top of it shaking, making you hide your smile by pressing your lips to a thin line.

A comfortable silence fell amongst the two of you as you continued swaying side to side, the soft tunes of classical music filling the room, along with the chatter of the people around you. This wasn't a scene you could have ever imagined you'd find yourself in, so you didn't know what to do, other than to follow what he was doing. You wanted to speak, just say something that would get this silence away. But you couldn't because you couldn't even think of anything but starting a conversation about what had happened on Tuesday.

"See," his raspy voice interrupted your train of thought, "You do dance." You kept your eyes to the left, not wanting to come to sight with his eyes that continued starring at your side-profile,

"I'm only doing this because you're forcing me to."

"I would let go of you right now if you asked me to," he whispered softly. You didn't even budge. You didn't even let a muscle move in your body. He WOULD let go of you. Good to know. But you didn't want him to.

Wonwoo felt his lips curl up at your reaction of not doing anything to what he had just said. By the way, you were slow dancing and slowly rotating on the dance floor, his eyes fell to the older couple that had snatched you away from each other before. Both of them started smiling at him, sending him thumbs ups, making him chuckle, and you look up,

"What?" You wondered as you felt him laugh against you. He shook his head quickly,

"Nothing." And you didn't question it.

The music coming from the speakers had calmed you down, making you feel much more comfortable than in the beginning. You caught yourself moving your head slightly forward, letting your cheek rest against Wonwoo's shoulder - without your heels, you'd only be able to meet his chest with your face. The CEO looked down at you, watching the back of your head and your shining hair flowing down your shoulders. You relaxed again his form, letting out a big sigh, making him smile.

This moment didn't seem to end anytime soon as you shared another few seconds of silence. Suddenly he leaned down to be closer to your ear, “I know, I’m probably the last person you’d want to hear this from,” he whispered. Quietly, so you’d be the only one hearing the words that were only meant for you, “But I think you’re the most beautiful woman in this room right now.”

He felt your entire physique tense up against his body, your right hand that he was holding, giving his a quick squeeze unknowingly. You pulled your head away from him and met his eyes that were definitely too close. Trying to look for the lie in his gaze could go endlessly long because there was no lie. That man meant every single word that had just fallen from his lips.

Wonwoo’s eyes fell to your mouth that was slightly open from the shock of his confession. The intensity of the shared looks started becoming too much for you when you were finally able to look away, turning your head to the other side, grazing your cheek over his shoulder. You felt his chest move as a chuckle escaped from his throat, making you smile. His hand that he had kept on your upper back, making sure to leave it where the fabric of your dress was still against his palm, started moving lower. Slowly but surely, he tested how far you‘d let him go - and you weren’t going to stop him at any point. Wonwoo, himself, stopped before his hand could travel too far, letting it rest in a comfortable position on your lower back. What he didn’t know, was that the voices in your head had started screaming, begging, and pleading him to just move it a little bit lower. Just a little bit. And a little bit more.

“You hate me, right?” He suddenly asked. In this intimate moment, this man had the audacity to ask a question like that… he definitely knew how to use a moment...

“I…,” you breathed out, your voice shakier than you thought it would be, your mind still on the palm that you were feeling on your lower back, “What makes you think that?”

Wonwoo smiled, “Is that you’re way of saying you don’t?” Pushing his head back in hopes to see you looking up, which you did. With your eyebrows raised provocatively, you answered him, “I’m not saying I don’t.” Making the corners of his lips curl more. He lifted his head to look around the room as if he was searching for something, only to let his eyes rest on a different couple a few feet away from you.

With his glance still directed towards them, he dared to ask the question that had been playing on the tip of his tongue ever since he had gotten you into this position, “Would you be mad if I kissed you again?” You snapped your head to the right, finding him with the familiar grin gazing at you, waiting for a reaction.

You held back the smile that was daring to show on your lips while your eyes locked with his again, “Probably,” speaking softly to him.

He nodded, “Good.” That’s all the confirmation he needed to move your right hand, placing it on his chest, before his left one cradled your cheek in its palm, grazing his thumb over your blush and pulling you gently towards him, leaning down at the same time and meeting your lips for the second time ever since you had met. You melted into the kiss, your hand moving up higher to where his neck started, holding it in place there. Your lips moved against each other as you held your breath, still overwhelmed by what he was doing. The hand on your lower back pushed you closer even though you weren't sure how much closer the two of you could get.

His hand left your cheek, running it down your jaw to your neck, where he stopped, holding onto the back of it, letting a soft moan come from you. Your reaction assured him more of his action, feeling you not fight against him, but lean into what he was doing.

Your body was begging him to do more. Maybe it was the little amount of alcohol in your system, maybe it was the suppressed feelings of a touched-starved woman that hadn't ever got to be in a moment like that. To feel a man kiss you with more passion than you had ever asked for. For him to wait for the right moment to ask the right question and to only act with the consent and knowledge of your acceptance of his actions. And maybe it was a little bit of all of that. Whatever it was, you couldn't care less and just let your hands and lips move on their own.

-

A gasp left your lips as you felt the coldness of the stone wall on your back that Wonwoo had pushed you against. He closed the door hastily, locking it to make sure no one would disturb you.

Not wasting another second, he pushed himself up against you again, his hands tightly on your waist, your kisses messy and out of breath as your fingers played with his tie, tugging on it. He chuckled with his deep voice, pushing his head back, your lips distancing themselves from each other, but your noses still touching. His eyes met yours, both of your pair filled with lust and need as he whispered,

"Tell me when to stop." But you were quick to shake your head, breathing heavily as you swallowed the lump in your throat. His eyes widened, "No?" Afraid that he had gone too far. Your arms crossed behind his neck, planning on pulling him closer within the next few seconds,

"I'm not gonna tell you to stop," you whispered against his lips, making him smirk. Your eyes were shaking as the hold on your waist tightened and he pushed you up against him again, your lips finding their way back to each other, moving in a fast rhythm. Once his grip moved lower to your hips, he breathed out,

"Jump." Making you do just that. His hands held onto your ass as your legs wrapped around his midriff. He carried you for a few steps, over to the table he saw when the two of you entered what seemed to be some kind of janitor closet. Wonwoo let you down, you now sitting comfortably with him between your legs. His finger trailed down your naked leg, having found the slit in your dress, that he specifically asked the tailor to add. With his mouth still on yours, you felt his tongue graze over your lips, making open your mouth wider. Enough for him to let his tongue slip in, and you, using yours as well. The soft touches of his fingers had reached your ankle, where he grabbed it and pushed it up.

He suddenly freed you from his kisses, distancing his face from yours, gazing into your eyes before slowly getting down on one knee, making you suck in a breath as you felt your stomach flutter. Wonwoo kept his eyes on yours while his soft lips kissed your ankles, his hands holding onto your feet that were still in your black high heels. His mouth travelled up your leg, slowly, leaving a kiss after every centimetre that he got higher. Once he has reached your knee, he didn't stop and continued keeping his lips on your leg. With one quick pull, he moved your hips closer to the edge of the table. A gasp tumbled from your lips. You let your head fall back, feeling him go higher and higher, with no intention of stopping. His hand had found their way to your naked hips, pushing the red silk up. If you believed in a God, you thanked him for giving him the idea to put a slit in that dress.

Your fingers tangled into his hair once he was high enough, making him groan when you started pulling at it. His fingers wrapped around your underwear suddenly, tugging gently at it, as if to ask for permission, which is exactly what Wonwoo did. He straightened his back again after leaving one last kiss on your inner thigh, coming up to hover over you, his grip still on the lace you were wearing.

"May I take these off?" He whispered, making you shudder as you couldn't look away from his dark eyes that you were still able to see in the poorly lit closet. You nodded shakingly, which seemed to not be enough for him. "Use your words, Miss Yoon."

A gasp was very close to fall from your lips when he used your last name instead of addressing you by your first - not even in a situation like this did he.

"Yes," your voice quivered making him chuckle and after sending you a proud grin, he got back down on his knees, only to get pulled up by you, your fingers tugging on his hair. He groaned by didn't hesitate to press his lips back on yours as his hands yanked your panties off. You were about to raise your legs for him to pull them off, but his impatience got the best of him, and he decided to rip them into two halves. A shaky moan tumbled from your lips, as a quiet

"Sorry," rang through your ears. But you couldn't care less. With your arms around Wonwoo's neck, you pulled him as close as you possibly could, and got yourself to sit even closer to the end of the table, hoping to find some release of the friction. You felt the roughness of his pants rub against your core, making you moan into his mouth. As this was not enough for you, no matter how much you started moving your hips, you let your hands fall down, your fingers playing with his belt, opening it quickly before getting to work at his buttons. You fiddled with them for a little too long, making Wonwoo push your hands to the side and open his pants himself, letting them drop down his legs - his underwear doing the same thing. As soon as you heard his bottoms coming off, you let your eyes travel down, breaking away from the heavy make-ou session.

You found his hard length sticking up, almost hitting his stomach making you gulp. Not for long did you leave your gaze on his cock as a finger underneath your chin made you lift your head again,

"Eyes are up here, Miss Yoon." You blushed at his comment, hiding it by pulling him in by his tie, making him chuckle against your lips. Your legs captured him, not letting him go anytime soon, but suddenly he quit again, looking down and patting his suit jacket, "Ah fuck," he breathed out.

"What?" You wondered.

"I don't have-" and you immediately understood,

"I'm on the pill, it's okay." You shook him off, trying to pull him closer again, but he stopped you with a tight grip on your hips.

"Are you sure?" His kind eyes, filled with darkness and lust, made you almost moan out loud, but there was no time to fall for them, so you just nodded quickly,

"Jesus, yes, just fuck me," clearly out of breath and annoyed at how long this was taking. Your whining made him grin,

"Impatient, I see," Wonwoo commented, keeping his eyes on you instead of continuing with what he was doing. The intensity of his stare made you slap his arm, irritated by his actions. It only made him chuckle again, before he let his finger glide over your clit without warning, making you jolt up and moan, your eyes still interlocked.

He shut you up by placing his lips back on yours, your arms pulling him as close as possible. The CEO continued rubbing the tip of his index and middle finger around the bud, getting nothing but whines and moans from you, feeling your hips starting to grind against his movements. His fingers moved down your slit, stopping at your entrance as he switched to using his middle and ring finger, slowly pushing them inside.

You shuddered. Your fingernails scratched his neck as you raised your legs, your heels carving into his lower back with every centimetre that he went deeper.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," he groaned into your mouth as he felt your wetness coating his fingers, them grazing your walls along with the motions of your hips.

"Then just put your cock inside of me already," your impatience and neediness were killing you, along with the man that could go on teasing you about it for as long as he'd like.

Wonwoo chuckled, his deep voice echoing through the room, "Your foul mouth's gonna be the death of me."

"Fuck you," you exclaimed, looking at him with a frown. He sent you one last grin before pulling his fingers out and replacing them immediately with his hard dick, that was just waiting to be inside of you.

You threw your head back as a loan moan escaped your throat, your nails digging into his shoulders. He immediately picked up his pace, having already waited long enough, not wanting to waste any more time to fill you up. You pulled yourself up, letting your forehead rest against his shoulder while his hands helped you keep up with the rhythm that he was going at by pushing your hips along with it.

"AH," you shouted out, "FUCK!" Making him groan into your neck as he started kissing it up and down. You could feel every vein of his cock moving against your walls that were hugging him so tightly, letting him know that there was no way he could last for too long.

"Jesus, you're so fucking tight," he moaned into your ear. The feeling of the heels of your shoes drilling into his back made him pick up his speed, hoping to get you as close as he was as soon as possible. You let one of your hands hold onto the table you were sitting on, trying to let it help you raise your hips better and at a quicker pace, without needing the CEO to pick them up whenever he slammed his cock inside of you.

"Fuck, Wonwooo," you whined out loud, your voice sounding magical to him as he heard you yell out his name in ecstasy.

"Oh, we're going by first names now?" He raised an eyebrow, leaning back to capture your eyes with his, finding you in your fucked out state, making him want to kiss you immediately again. You rolled your eyes at him, which made him chuckle and push himself up against you. He wished he could rake his palms over your entire body but without his tight grip on your hips, you wouldn't get done as quickly as he wanted to, and he felt the need to release very soon. Your arms interlocked behind his neck again as you started moaning into his mouth. You wanted to feel him as close as possible, your chest rubbing against his, your nipples coming in touch with the friction.

"Y/N," Wonwoo groaned, "Shit..." capturing your lips into another harsh kiss as he felt your walls slowly tightening around him.

"I-I'm gonna cum," your high-pitched whine rang through his ears making him moan out loud,

"Fuck, yes," he kept on going at the same harsh pace with his hips, "Come on. Cum for me." With every push inside of you, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release.

The small room was filled with your groans, whines, your skin slapping against each other, and the sound of your wetness daring to spill out of you. All of this brought the two of you to moan loudly.

Not much later, you felt Wonwoo's fingers digging into your hips, making you groan in pleasure and pain, as in the next second, he filled you up with his cum, jolting up with a loud groan, continuing his movements as he muffled his sounds with a kiss.

Only two seconds later, the intensity of your own orgasm shot through your body, your hands tightening around his neck as your body felt limp against his, only moving because of his still tight grip on you. Your heavy breathing mixed with your whining that kept falling from your lips was the only melody he wanted to hear at this moment. Wonwoo's hands dropped you to sit back on the table properly as his palms found their way back your waist, gliding up and down the silk fabric. You raised your hand, your fingers running through your hair, pushing it away from your face,

"Oh, fuck..." you breathed out and closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing just as Wonwoo's dick exited your pussy, leaving you feeling empty.

Once you opened them again, you found no one in front of you anymore, only jolting up in surprise as you felt soft fabric running over your still sensitive core. You straightened your back and sat up, looking down to see Wonwoo back on his knees. In his hand was a piece of red fabric that he was using to clean up every drop that kept on gushing out of you. You chuckled at the sight, even though you shuddered whenever he purposely grazed your clit,

"I never thought I'd ever see you on your knees like that." You couldn't hold yourself back from commenting on his position. A smug smile played on his lips. Wonwoo waited until nothing of his cum, mixed with yours, was left, before standing up again, cleaning his fingers up with the same piece of fabric and putting it back into his chest pocket - so that's where he had that from all of a sudden, you wondered.

He brushed over his attire as you noticed that he had also put on his pants again, looking as if nothing had happened. Well, except for his dishevelled hair that you couldn't get enough from.

The CEO closed your legs by pushing them together, grabbed you by your hips, and lifted you up, only to put you down on your feet again. As soon as he noticed you buckling from the aftereffect of your orgasm, he placed your hands on his shoulders, leaving him to hold onto the table behind you, trapping you between his arms. His face was as close as it had been a few times before, staring into your soul with his dark eyes,

"There's not a lot of people I'd get down on my knees for." He admitted with a wicked grin on his lips. His confession made you gulp, not taking your eyes off of him.

The finger of his right hand followed your hairline of the side of your face, pushing one strand behind your ear, "May I take you home?"

You raised your eyebrows, "You want to take me home? To my place?" Unsure as to why he would let the night come to an end all of a sudden, but his smile let you know otherwise,

"No, not your home. My home." He captured your chin, rubbing his thumb across your lower lip, "Let me take care of you," taking a small step closer to you, "Let me put you down on a bed, kiss every single inch of your body. Strip you out of this tight dress." Letting his other hand rake over the red silk.

You thought for a second, before answering, "I still don't like you." You couldn't even fully convince yourself of your statement, but it made him chuckle in his deep voice,

"You can dislike me all you want after that." Keeping his eyes directly on yours.

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The day went on to be unsurprisingly quiet, as you didn't get interrupted while answering some work-related emails that had made their way into your inbox. After the merging of Oksan Inc., Vortex & Co., and Goyang & Co., other companies had started becoming interested in potentially investing or working with Oksan & Co..

It seemed like the decision made by your father had attracted a lot of other CEOs, which you were thankful for, but for all the wrong reasons. You had to push your pride away and actually focus on the companies well-being, which resulted in you accepting more offers than your humane heart would have ever wanted you to - but you had to separate your work persona from your private one, and thank god you had always been good at that.

The sound of your voice interrupted the work process you had going on. Without drawing your eyes away from the screen, reading another mail, you reached to your right, getting a holt of your phone. After turning it around, you found Jisoo's contact name right at the top with a short message underneath:

Jisoo:

Cafeteria in 5 minutes! :)

Reminding you of the fact that it was already 1 pm and you had had the possibility of starting your lunch at 12, but got distracted by the computer in front of you. You decided to finish the last paragraph you had to read and got up right after, three minutes later. As you were getting your things together, putting all the important stuff you wouldn't want to leave unattended into your bag, a deep voice made you look up,

"We are looking forward to a good and friendly work environment and healthy and happy work-based relationships?" Letting the last sentence of the email you had sent out sound like a question. "We are?" Jeon Wonwoo wondered with one raised eyebrow, looking at you as he kept on standing in the door.

"Yes, we are." You simply stated, already done with packing your bag and ready to leave, but the man didn't let you go that easily.

He nodded slowly, taking big steps into your office, making you sigh, as his eyes found the floor, "I don't know if I would call the COO letting the CEO do all the work a happy and healthy work-based relationship." As the last word fell from his lips, Jeon Wonwoo raised his head, daring to stare into your eyes that hadn't left his form the moment he had appeared.

You shrugged your shoulders and threw the bag over your shoulder, "I'm happy and healthy because of it." And left the room after sending him one last smile, leaving him standing with a smirk while his eyes followed your moving silhouette.

On your way to the elevator, your phone let you know about another message that had just come in.

Jisoo:

You coming?

You quickly replied with a 'Yep' and pushed the button to go downstairs.

Walking into the big open space, you found the man waving at you quickly. You walked over to the table and were about to open your mouth when he beat you to it, "Where the hell have you been, loca?" Making you stop in your tracks, right in front of him.

"I can go back," you warned him, knowing he knew how much you cringed at the quote, getting a chuckle from him in response and him raising his hands in defence, "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he laughed, "Sit. Please." And with a smile, you did just so.

"But seriously," he started again, "Usually, you're here before me."

You placed the bag on the ground and grabbed the fork from the plate that Jisoo had placed pre your arrival, already knowing your usual order,

"Jeon Wonwoo visited me." You simply answered and took the first bite.

The man in front of you slightly choked on the coke he was drinking and quickly put it down, "H-He visited you? What did he say?"

You shook your head, "Nothing important... just wanted to analyse my email, I guess."

After a comfortable meal and chat with your co-worker, you made it back to the elevator, already being 10 minutes late than you should be. As the both of you were waiting for the metal doors to open, a figure appeared next to you, "Good afternoon, Miss Yoon."

You turned your head to the left and had to look up slightly, even though you were wearing heels, and found the face of Kim Mingyu just as he also greeted Jisoo to your right.

"Good afternoon, Mister Kim," you sent him a kind smile and thanked whoever was up there the moment the elevator finally arrived. The tall man put his arm out, motioning for you to step in first, which you thanked him for with a nod, and followed after the other male had also entered.

Never had an elevator ride felt as long as this one did, but apparently, the CEO knew how to small-talk.

"I must say," he fixed his tie with his free hand that wasn't holding the briefcase, "I'm quite offended."

Jisoo's and your head snapped to look at him, "Sorry?" You wondered, eyebrows raised.

A chuckle left Kim Mingyu's lips, "You trust Wonwoo more than me? With all the work?"

Referring to your email, in which you had asked the employees to direct any questions and files to Jeon Wonwoo, the CEO. You didn't mention the co-CEO Kim Mingyu...

You let out a heavy breath, smiling at the light-hearted comment coming from the man to your right, delighted at the humour he had used. "With all due respect, it's most definitely not because I trust him more than you. I... just thought you might already have a lot to do on your own since the entire lower floor is yours, Sir. Mister Jeon seemed a bit bored to me, if I may say so."

He chuckled, "Yes, you may say so. But you may also drop the formalities," and reached his hand out for you to take, "Mingyu." Your eyes drifted down, only to shoot back up and find his kind eyes already looking at you. Jisoo... seemed to may have been right... he was not the one you should be hating on because he was not making you feel miserable.

"Y/N," you smiled back at him and shook his hand, slightly surprised at the tightness of his grip.

The 'ding' of the elevator made the two of you break eye contact, and Mingyu was the first to let go, "Well then," he nodded, "Nice to see you again, Y/N," before addressing the man behind you as well, "Have a good day, Mister Hong." As he exited the small room, your guys' pairs of eyes followed his figure, watching him as he disappeared around the corner. You leaned back on the railing on the wall when Jisoo's head turned towards you, looking at you with wide eyes, "See you again?!" He wondered in a loud voice once the doors had closed.

Your eyes found his, quickly realising what was going through the man's mind, "Not like that!" You stopped him, "We met in my apartment complex last week," and continued your story while both of you walked out to enter the advertisement office floor again, "He said his sister lives there."

"And I thought you already had him wrapped around your fingers..." Jisoo sighed, "I was so excited..."

You chuckled at his comment, always delighted to hear about the person he would tell you you could be.

"But!" He startled you suddenly, "It's never too late," stopping at his office space that he shared with other employees, giving you a smirk.

"No," you shut him down, "No, stop." Not even wanting to know about his mind drifting off to whatever fantasy he had created in his mind for your future. He had a wild life and a wild mind, as you had found out throughout the years of knowing him. Once he started laughing, you couldn't help but join in, getting affected by the sound. But your fun got quickly interrupted by a stern voice coming from beside you,

"I'm not paying you to chat and laugh." Jeon Wonwoo suddenly appeared, noticing the two of you were not in your usual position of working. While Jisoo changed his attitude immediately, bowing and apologizing to his boss, you turned to the side, seeing he had already passed you but was still close enough.

"But you're not paying us at all yet," referring to the fact that he had taken over your father's company in the middle of the month, meaning that your next paycheck would still be in the name of the former CEO, therefore was HE not paying you just yet. Your statement made him turn around and find the bright smile that you sent him, tilting your head in a sarcastically cute manner.

Jeon Wonwoo made his way back, taking slow, yet big steps to approach you, "You want to discuss that in my office, Miss Yoon?" With his hands hidden in his pockets, he stopped right in front of you, not daring to look away from your glance.

You crossed your arms, trying your best to get intimidated by the taller man almost hovering over you, "A CEO should be able to accept when he's in the wrong and gets corrected by the COO."

A slight smirk made its way onto the man's lips, "Oh, I do accept and understand it," looking down before finding your eyes again, "But I don't think you know that I still haven't signed the final contracts about your paychecks yet. One small change and your earnings will be a lot less than before."

"You can't do that," you scuffed at his threat.

"I can do a lot more than you realise," he continued with his warning voice, "But," and chuckled, "My bad... how would you know."

That freaking bastard.

That motherf-

He knew exactly he had hit a soft spot with that statement. With that smirk that wouldn't leave his lips and the hands that were casually resting in his pockets... he knew it. And god, did you hate him for it.

After one last squint and glare, you brushed past him quickly, making sure to bump shoulders with him as you did, but it didn't even make him stumble like you hoped it would - and that just made you even madder. Passing the other offices, you were happy once you had finally reached yours again but stopped in your tracks as soon as you had walked in. It was not most definitely not in the state you had left it in.

The desk that you remembered being pretty much empty was once again filled with folders, from thin to big, in all types of colours, as well as empty black and grey ones. Thank god, you had just gotten past that time of the month, because if not... this would have been your last straw.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath but before you could even open them again,

"You really thought I was just going to let it slide like that?" That deep voice was going to haunt you even in your dreams. You could try to avoid it... it wouldn't work, you knew that.

You turned around, only then noticing how close he was to you, making you take a few small steps back, "Hire a fucking assistant to do your shit," you hissed at him without hesitation.

He entered your office, crossed the room and let himself down on the couch with a coffee table in front of it, "That is neither my shit nor would it be the job of an assistant," pronouncing the swearword you had used particularly sharp after he had told you to watch your language when talking to the CEO.

"Then I'm going to hire one," you simply stated, walking over to the desk and placing your bag on top of the mountain of paper, cardboard, and plastic.

Jeon Wonwoo chuckled at your comment, "Just so I can fire them again?" Making you roll your eyes and let out a heavy breath. He stood up with a smack of his lips and started roaming the room slowly, "I'm gonna assume you haven't realised it yet... even though you appear to be quite smart," he spoke the later part softly, "So I'm just gonna tell you this straight up," before looking you dead in the eyes, "Don't try to win. Just... don't. Because you won't." He came closer to the desk that was separating the two of you, "No matter what you even plan on doing... I'm already at least five steps ahead of you. Whatever you're going to try to do... I will be able to fight back," his eyes scanned the room, noticing you weren't going to interrupt him, before continuing, "I don't know what you're trying to prove here. Or... more like who you're trying to prove it to. But it won't work." With a smile, he ended his speech, "So stop unless you want to lose your job."

As much as his words had left you speechless, you weren't raised to let yourself get put down by some young wannabe entrepreneur, "You can't fire me." Fuck... your voice was shakier than you expected it to be.

Jeon Wonwoo chuckled, "I actually can-"

"I built this company!" You interrupted him with your raised voice, filled with anger and frustration, "I was the one to send out email after email, trying to get some kind of fucking sponsor! I was the one who studied every little thing about what it actually means to have a company instead of just getting the random idea of wanting to have one! I looked for employees to help us out even though we wouldn't be able to pay them much! And now I, as the COO, can do so much more than you know, and I can't be fired!"

"Maybe in the old company," the man seemed unfazed by your outburst, deciding to use an annoying calm tone, "With the new one came new contracts. The one you signed last week? Written by me. I should probably let you read through what you actually signed in your moment of rage." With one last sarcastic facial, the CEO turned his back to you, leaving you unable to talk back as you were able to just stand there in shock. He was right. In the old company, you had always known that the person in the position of COO wasn't able to get fired. Why? You never questioned it. But now... Jeon Wonwoo, in the new position of the owner of the company, had the right to change anything he wanted to change - and so he apparently also did with the contracts. You cursed your past self for not reading through those papers. A mistake you would normally never do, but you had let your anger take over you and your mind...

As you thought he had already left your office, his voice ringing through your ear once again, told you otherwise, "Before considering firing you... maybe I should ask Mister Yoon how to deal with you..." he wondered out loud. How dare he mention his name. You and your father had never had the best relationship. Even though you had worked for him, he never acknowledged the work you were doing for him but was the perfect example of a gaslighting parent, that took your work and credited it as his own, letting the light shine on him.

"Get out," you spat out, ready to cry once that bastard had left your office, but he just continued looking at you, tilting his head slightly pressing his lips together, unhappy with the choice of your words. As much as you would have to respect him, you couldn't at that moment, "Get out before I throw something at you." You warned him one last time, making him squint his eyes, "Mm..." and turn around, "Doesn't sound like employee of the month to me."

-

"How long has she been lying here like that?"

"I don't know... I came in like thirty minutes ago and passed her office."

"She looks dead."

"What? You think so? Oh god... imagine if work actually kills you."

"I'm not dead, idiots."

The two men screeched and jumped, holding onto each other as they both looked at you wide-eyed. You rubbed your eyes and tried straightening your back but quickly realised that would take longer than expected, thanks to your incredibly uncomfortable position on the carpet.

"You looked like a corpse. Are you kidding me?!" Jisoo raised his voice, filled with concern.

With a heavy breath and the strength you had left in your arms, you managed to push yourself up, sitting with your legs crossed underneath you.

Mingyu looked at you with scrunched eyebrows, "Did you sleep here?" His voice made you look up and sigh,

"Sorry for calling you an idiot, I didn't realise it was you." Remembering the somewhat good terms you were on with the co-CEO.

"It's alright," he chuckled, sitting down on the sofa right next to you, picking up one of the files that surrounded you. Yes, yes you did fall asleep at your workplace. And who was to blame? You can answer that question yourself.

After yesterday's conversation, you had to admit, you got slightly intimidated, knowing that you didn't have as much power as the previous COO had - not even as much power as you had as the President... So yes, you did feel threatened, but it didn't mean you were going to give in as easily as he had probably hoped you would. Again, you were raised differently, had to deal with all kinds of difficult people throughout your life... Jeon Wonwoo was just another one of them.

As Mingyu's fingers turned page after page, his eyes raking over each line they held, he got confused, "You know about HTML and coding?"

With Jisoo's help, you were standing on both of your feet and got to straighten down your hair and clothes, "No," you simply stated, picking up the files you had managed to go through and putting them back on your desk. Last night, you thought it was a good idea to change your position from sitting at your desk to making yourself comfortable on the floor.

"Why do you have these then?" He wondered, getting up to help you.

"Ask your bastard of CEO," with the annoyed undertone of your voice, he knew not to bother you more and decided to let it slide, but definitely not forget about it completely.

You were thankful for it, but Jisoo had a different idea, "He's been giving her all kinds of stuff that she has no idea about. You should have seen the files from last week-" one stern look by you made him shut up quickly. As thankful as you were to have that man by your side, and it looked like Mingyu wasn't too bad of a person to have around either, you still didn't want to dwell on something you were able to/wanted to deal with yourself.

"Alright," the tallest one in the room spoke up after helping you with the folders, "You," he pointed at you, "Go home and get some sleep. Proper sleep." He quickly added, noticing you were about to interrupt him.

"No," you began shaking your head and pushed back the bag he was trying to hand you, "These stupid folders are just gonna get more and more. I want them to be done as soon as possible."

"And I'm gonna deal with them," after dealing with Wonwoo, he added in his mind. "Please, don't worry about them. Get some rest. You've worked hard enough." But as much as he kept on talking, you continued shaking your head, making him frustrated, "My driver's still downstairs, do you want him to drive you?"

"What? No! No!" You quickly stopped him, waving your hands, "You have a driver? Of course, you have a driver...," with a hand on your forehead, you tried to get your thoughts ordered again, "No, no... I have my car..."

Mingyu was still standing next to you, arms reaching out to you with his hands grasping the handles of your bag, "Then go," he nodded towards the door, "Come on."

"(Y/N), go," Jisoo assured her. You had thrown yourself onto the chair, now sighing, unsure of what to do. Looking up to your left, the co-CEO nodded at you with a smile, wiggling with your bag.

After another second passed with you thinking about the possible consequences, you stood up and snatched the bag out of the man's grasp, the tired expression not leaving your face.

"Go and get some rest. Don't worry about this," Mingyu pointed to the folders spread over the entirety of your desk's top. With another sigh, a nod, and a quiet "Good night," you left the office, not caring about saying goodbye to anyone else.

"What are we gonna do with that now?" Jisoo wondered, motioning towards the table once he was sure you couldn't hear them anymore.

The co-CEO shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know," and looked ahead through the glass, trying to spy into the other office that was empty and would be for the next few hours, "But I know who does."

-

Five folders, filled fully with paper, heavy in Mingyu's arms, got dropped onto Wonwoo's desk without a warning, startling the man who was leaning back in his chair, focused on his phone,

"What the fu-?!"

The man in front of the CEO leaned forward, resting his hand on the top of the desk, "I should be asking you that. What the fuck are you doing?!" He was enraged, Wonwoo could tell. He raised his eyebrows, letting his friend know to continue, "With (Y/N). You're trying to drown her in these?" Grabbing one heavy cardboard folder before dropping it again.

The older man crossed his arms and leaned back slightly more, "What? You're on first-name basis with her now?"

Mingyu scuffed, "Jesus Christ... Don't change the subject. What are you trying to do? Huh? Only a week into this, and you're already acting like an asshole?"

Wonwoo took a deep breath and stood up, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, "This isn't something you should bother yourself with. Alright?"

"But I am bothering myself with it," Mingyu stood his ground, his eyes following the other man's frame, "She's the only COO of this company."

"Exactly. The only one. Obviously, she's gonna have a lot to do," the older one crossed his arms, not giving in and not planning on doing so.

The taller man rolled his eyes and sighed, clearly annoyed by his friend's attitude, "You know that's not the fucking work a COO should do. That's employee stuff. More importantly MY employees' stuff. None of this should even bother her. She's in advertising, not programming." He tried explaining the right point of view of the situation even though he could feel the passive energy coming from the CEO. They've been friends long enough - he could tell when he was talking to a wall instead of his best friend.

"Being a CEO is even more work" Wonwoo stated, "And you heard her," he pointed at Mingyu, "She wanted the title. She thought she could lead an entire company," with big steps, he continued roaming the room, "How could she ever do that if she can't even handle a bit of paperwork? A CEO has to know about E-V-E-R-Y-THING that goes on in his company-"

"So that's it?" The younger man's face held a shocked expression, "You're just trying to show her how much she doesn't deserve that title?!" He turned his face away, not wanting to look at his friend anymore, "Jeez... alright, do whatever the fuck you think is right, but just know if you continue treating our only COO like shit, I'm gonna start acting on it. You're better than that..."

"What do you think you're gonna do? She works on my floor. You go and handle your own one downstairs," Wonwoo started using his deeper threatening voice, not daring to back off.

"I'm still co-CEO," Mingyu simply answered, "And she's taking the rest of the week off." He finished before storming out of the room, with the oldest of the two cursing under his breath,

"Yeah... go and decide that for your little girlfriend..."

-

"Good morning, m'lady," a loud familiar voice made you look up from your phone, your eyes widening at the sight of him,

"What the hell are you doing here?" Seeing Mingyu at 9 in the morning in front of your apartment complex was definitely not something you were expecting. But there he stood. With a coffee shop paper cup in one hand, while the other was holding the door to the passenger side of a black car open. He nodded his head for you to come closer, a bright smile plastered on his face. You were still unsure of the situation, therefore squinted your eyes and took slow steps forward, which the co-CEO obviously seemed to not like,

"Hurry up, the coffee's gonna get cold."

With five quick steps, you were standing in front of him as close as comfortably possible, "Why are you here?" You truly were confused as hell. Ever since the text message from him last Tuesday, god knows where he had gotten your number from- probably Jisoo, you realised, you hadn't talked or seen him. He had told you to stay at home for the rest of the week and not even dare to come into the office, making you worried about the state of the floors, immediately thinking of the worst like a fire or... something as bad as a fire... you just weren't sure what exactly.

"Well," Mingyu started, getting a hold of your free hand and placing the coffee in it as he pushed you gently towards the car, "Our COO had a tough first two weeks, and I want to make it up to her."

"Mingyu-" you started, but he stopped you,

"No. Get in," quickly realising that it sounded slightly wrong after he noticed your facial expression changing, "Please?" You chuckled and did as you were told, earning yourself a smile from the giant puppy man as he put his hand on the rim of the hood, in case you were to bump your head and closed the door as soon as you were sitting comfortably.

"So?" You started once he had been driving for a bit, apparently not feeling the need to start a conversation.

"So?" Mingyu teasingly repeated, looking at you with big eyes and a smile on his lips.

"What is this?" Motioning all around you, still not fully understanding what he was trying to do here. He could have just answered you. He could have, yes. But he didn't want to,

"That," he pointed at the cup in your hands, "Is a hot white Mocca with two extra pumps of-"

"Mingyu," you let your stern voice out, surprising him slightly, taken aback by your sudden change in sound.

He sighed, turning right, "I told you. You had a tough first two weeks. As a COO you shouldn't have to do all of those things, that's not your job."

"And it's not your job to make up for it," you corrected him, trying to make him understand that as much as you hated him two weeks ago, you had to admit that you had been in the wrong with the type of person you thought he was.

Mingyu chuckled with a sad undertone, "What? You think Wonwoo's gonna do it?"

You scuffed loudly, letting him know about the ridiculousness of his statement, "Pfff, no! I'm not expecting anything from him. What can you expect from an asshole?" Adding the last question rhetorically.

The co-CEO sent you a shocked facial expression, "Ooh..." but started cackling once you reacted to it,

"You're gonna lecture me about my use of words too now?!"

"No," he laughed, "That's Wonwoo's thing... even though that man curses more than me probably." Making you chuckle.

After spending a few minutes in silence, looking around the car and drinking your coffee, you realised something, interrupting the quietness, "I thought you said you had a driver."

"I do," he answered quickly, attentive to every word you were saying, "Well... the company does. He's Wonwoo's and my driver. I prefer driving on my own though," he explained, turning the wheel with one hand to enter the parking garage of the office building, "BUT I have to admit... having a driver does have its perks when you're drunk or hungover."

You started giggling and nodding your head, "Of course."

Once the car came to a stop, Mingyu was quick to turn off the car, take off his seatbelt, and sprint over to the passenger side, opening the door for you while you were trying to get your bag to stay on your shoulder. You looked up, perplexed at the gesture, "You don't have to do that, you know," referring to him holding the doors open for you as well as reaching his hand out for you to get out of the seat easier. The man looked at you with scrunched eyebrows, opening the door behind your to get his briefcase from the backseat, "Wow," he sighed, "You're really not letting a man do anything nice for you."

Your mouth hung open slightly. How dare he assu- well... he wasn't wrong. Your experiences with men of all kinds hadn't been the best.

"My bad," you exaggerated your apology, not only with the tone of your voice but also by bowing, letting your head almost reach the floor, making him laugh out loud and pull you back up, getting a laugh from you as well. The sharing of your good mood was quickly interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind you. Turning around, you came to sight with one of the men you hadn't had the best experiences with,

"Morning," he greeted, more so only his friend after giving you a head nod that you reciprocated. The taller man turned to you, seeing you welcoming the CEO as well, before turning back to his friend, "Hey."

Without exchanging another word, the three of you started making your way to the elevator that would get up upstairs. Let the awkward silence begin...

Deciding you wanted to avoid it as much as possible, you started taking quick steps, overtaking both men with their long-ass legs. Mingyu noticed it and was about to catch up with you, but a hand on his arm stopped him and pulled him back,

"You're her personal driver now?" Wonwoo wondered, not expecting the two of you to show up together.

He shrugged the grip off and huffed, "Jesus, calm down. I'm trying to make better what you messed up."

"She messed it up herself," the CEO snapped back in a quiet but stern voice.

Mingyu scuffed, "Alright," rolled his eyes and caught up with you before you could enter the elevator on your own.

-

Ever since the elevator ride, with Mingyu alone, thank god, you had been stuck in your office room, once again, sending out work emails as well as creating new schedules for the entire company, instead of only the advertising department. The last week gave you time to think. And damn, did you use it. After the "talk" well... more of a discussion or whatever, the words from Jeon Wonwoo's lips didn't leave your mind. You weren't able to just shake them off. No, not the words that created the name of your father, but the words that let you know that with one wrong action, gesture, or statement, you could be jobless within a second. There was nothing else you could do then to get yourself together and work like you've never worked before. You still would not accept any shit thrown at you, even from the CEO, but maybe you should tone it down with... specific words you had used before... or very expressive gestures you had made. Let's see how long that would last. But you had promised yourself to try.

Well, this was your job, after all. And there was no other option than for you to just WORK. 'You don't have to like him and he doesn't have to like you,' you had told yourself, 'But you have to show him the respect he doesn't deserve and fight passively against him instead of actively. Don't let him notice what you're trying to do.' If only you were as smooth as you had thought you were.

"Miss Yoon," a voice coming from the door made you look up, finding the familiar pair of eyes of an employee you had known for a longer time, "We need you in meeting room 2." You were confused at first, but after taking a look at the clock, you realised it was already 3pm, reminding you of the meeting that was mentioned in the last email you had received Friday night.

"Oh," you shot up from your chair and quickly collected the most important papers and something to write with, "Yes, sorry."

With hasty steps, you followed him into the other room, in which other employees and Jeon Wonwoo were already waiting. No Kim Mingyu in sight whatsoever.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," you excused yourself with a bow before taking a seat in the empty chair, reserved for you, across from the CEO.

"You're forgetting about meetings," he stated. Maybe it was supposed to be a question, but it sure didn't sound like one. You rose your head up to look at him, fiddling with the pen between your fingers,

"Finding interns for your company might be a bit more important, don't you think?"

"I didn't ask you to find new interns," he kept his glance on you, clearly trying to intimidate you, but you just shrugged your shoulders, "Well." Before turning to the employee standing in front of the projected picture on the wall and sending him a kind smile, for him to begin.

Already only 2 minutes into his presentation, you noticed how big of a mistake it was to even let him start... this clearly wasn't a project idea for the advertising department, so what the hell were you doing there. Also, as for one, he had no idea what he was talking about, you, thanks to the files you had had to put in an order and summarize, knew more about what he was trying to explain, and two, you hadn't ever seen him before. You sighed, lowered your head, and started writing down all the things you noticed about not only his idea per se but also about him as a presenter - like his posture, his way of speech, mimics, gestures, etc.

As much as you tried to focus on him, you couldn't. You really couldn't. Which made you start thinking about one of the ideas you had had a few months back but never got to present, thanks to the CEO that your father was.

Wonwoo looked up at the sound of a heavy breath falling from your lips, but his eyes quickly drifted down to what you were scribbling, being able to make out some sketches as well as words. He had noticed you hadn't been giving much attention to the presenter, and was about to speak up, but decided against it once he saw you working on your own idea, most definitely for your department rather than the app development one, like the man in front of you.

The presentation wasn't good. It wasn't even close. He didn't know who that guy was, probably someone from advertising he had never crossed paths with in the office, who wanted to give programming a go. But for somebody working in that department, he was worst than anyone from the web design floor down below would be, in presenting the same idea even though they also have almost no knowledge in it.

He didn't even try to focus, already knowing he wouldn’t do so anyways, therefore letting his eyes not leave your paper, covered in scribbles and drawings of black ink. Whatever you were thinking about could only be better than what everyone else in the room had to listen to. That was for sure.

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The look on your father's face already told you more than you would ever need to hear from him, "I don't think that's fair to Wonwoo and Mingyu," he was already calling them by their first name..., "Anything that you want to tell me, the new CEOs should hear too." If you could, you would have roundhouse kicked that smile off his face, the fire inside if you began to burn stronger.

With one fake smile on your lips, you started, "Alright, well then. When in the hell were you going to tell me about this new partnership that you were planning on doing?"

"I'm doing it right now," he simply answered.

"A-Are you serious right now? Is this a joke?"

"(Y/N) why would this be a joke?-"

"WHY?! You just sold the company, and you didn't feel the need to tell me?! Beforehand!" The two young men had taken a seat on the sofa in the corner of the room, watching the scene in front of them with two different attitudes. While Mingyu was trying to be as polite as possible and found the floor to be more interesting than the scene playing in front of him, Wonwoo's eyes were glued on the feminine silhouette, not daring to even blink.

"Why would I have to tell you beforehand? Huh?" You looked at your father with a stunned facial expression, and just as he noticed that you wanted to answer him, he continued, "I made you President, you know that, right?"

"I've been more of a COO than your little friend Hwang Sangyeon," he knew exactly that you hadn't been a big fan of his friend, who he seemed to have employed only to let him have some kind of job - thank god he resigned last week. And he also knew that your statement was very much right.

The older man took a step back, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "Alright. Then tell me (Y/N), what does a COO do?"

"They oversee the company's operations-"

"Exactly! They oversee them," he pointed at you, "You look at them, you watch them happen. You don't get a say in the operations, so why would I have to tell you before signing these?" Raising the papers that were the contract.

You scuffed, not caring about the possible "bad" image the younger businessmen could get of you, "Maybe because I've been working in this company ever since I was 17. Balancing school with work and then even uni with work. I helped you more in this company than any other employee you've ever had-"

"That's what you think." He stated, making you shut your mouth, "I'm a grown man, (Y/N). This is MY company. And I hired you because I wanted you to have something to do. You were bored, and you know it yourself."

"Bored?! In high school?! With the college entrance exams and with uni work?! Bored..." You could only chuckle at the ridiculousness that was happening, not believing that any of this was really happening.

"Well," he started again, "Anyway, you knew I was going to retire soon. You should have seen this coming. You have your eyes on everything else in the company, I don't know why THIS surprises you so much."

"Maybe because I've been working for you for over six years and you didn't even think of asking me-"

"Asking you what?" Him interrupting you, bringing your blood to boil.

"THE CEO TITLE?!" You were getting frustrated and didn't care anymore if other employees could possibly hear you shouting.

Your father looked at you with a stunned expression across his face, "You? CEO?"

"Me, CEO?" You started throwing your hands around in the air, "YES, ME!"

The oldest man of the room cleared his throat, something he would do whenever he needed other people or himself to calm down, "By all means (Y/N), I think you should be focusing on other things that are more important for your future." Looking at him perplexed, you extended your hand, asking him to continue, and raised your eyebrows, "And that would be?" Genuinely unknown to but interested in his answer.

"Maybe starting a family." He simply stated emotionless, "You're not getting any younger. It's time-"

"Oh my god," you groaned loudly, "Are you serious right now?! Starting a family? With who?!"

"SEE! That's what I'm saying! You're here day and night when you should be out looking for a husband!"

"Me working day and night is the reason this company got to where it is right now!" You shouted into his face, knowing damn well that he knew you were right. Was he going to admit it? Of course not.

He scuffed, "Don't be ridiculous. I'm the person who started all of this. You don't even know how much work I have to do-" but got interrupted by you, who had started to laugh out loud before sighing, bringing a finger to your temple and looking down, "Aaaah... How much work you have to do..." you repeated quietly.

Just as you were trying to digest all of the words that had just gotten thrown at you, Jeon Wonwoo decided it would be a good idea to make his presence known, "I think-"

"Shut up." You stopped him immediately by showing him your palm, not being able to hear his voice for even just a second.

"Don't talk to your new CEO like that!" Your father warned you with a stern voice.

With an emotionless facial expression but rage burning inside of you, you looked at him, turned to your left to send the same look to the two younger men, before turning around completely and exiting his office. With big steps, you crossed the room in which other employees were sitting at their desks, and through another hallway back to reach your office, only to grab your bag, your jacket and get the hell out of this building as quickly as possible.

Your plans of finding a bar got thrown out the roof when you realised that it was still light outside and the time on your phone read only 3 pm. Thinking about what to do next while walking around the neighbourhood aimlessly, you finally decided to just call a cab by extending your arm as soon as one was close enough. Once you were sitting down, you told the driver the address of your destination and started looking out of the window, looking at nothing specifically.

Hadn't the driver told you that you had reached the building, you wouldn't have realised it, lost in your furious thoughts. Exiting the car, you came to sight with the quiet front yard of the school your best friend, Binna was working at. You crossed the concrete floor, walked up the steps and opened the big doors to let the familiar smell strike your nose. Having already been here more time than you could count, you knew exactly where your friend's classroom was at.

After taking a few sets of stairs up to the second floor, you turned to the right and passed two more doors before stopping in front of one. Looking through the window that separated the room from the hallway, you found Binna, sitting at her table and, from what it looked like, grading either tests or homework of her young students. You went back to open the door, and her eyes found your silhouette standing in the frame immediately, "What are you doing-" she chuckled but stopped as soon as she came to sight with your drowning facial expression, "What happened?" She wondered, worryingly.

"My father." Without having to say another word, she stood up from her place and walked over to hug you tightly. She knew you didn't have the best relationship with your gaslighting father, whose attitude towards you seemed to have changed drastically ever since you had started working for his company full-time.

-

You told her everything that had happened, from the great start of your day to the shit show your father had pulled on you.

"Wow...", she let out a heavy breath, "Just like that... asshole." The last word made you chuckle. You fell face-forward onto her desk, "I don't know what to do," you groaned, "How the hell did he decide to make this wannabe Jeff Bezos a CEO instead of his won daughter?!"

"Did you talk to your other employees?" Binna wondered.

"No," you leaned back against the chair that you had brought up to sit in front of her desk, "I left so quickly, I didn't even look at them." Without noticing, your friend had taken out her phone and was typing something before stopping and gasping, "Oh my god! He's hot!"

"Who is?" You asked, unimpressed. She immediately pressed her phone against your face, "Jeon Wonwoo! Why didn't you tell me he was THAT good looking?!"

"Who's side are you on again?"

She put the phone down, "Obviously on yours, don't worry. I'm just saying," but looked at it again, "Damn."

Binna asked you about the other guy's name, which you gave her with a sigh and an eye-roll.

"Are you looking for a new assistant, by? any chance" She wondered, making you look at her unimpressed, "I'm just trying to cheer you up, what do you expect from me?" Defending herself, grabbing your arms from across the table. "What can I do to make you feel better?",

"Give me the CEO title I deserve?"

She thought about it for a few seconds, pursing her lips and looking at the back wall of the classroom, "OR I could invite you to a dinner with me and buy you as much alcohol as you need."

You sighed, "I guess that could also help..."

"Okay! Let's go!" She didn't even wait for another moment but immediately jumped up, clapping her hands and getting ready to leave.

-

A few bites of good food and one Soju bottle each later, your phone alerted you of having received a text. You picked up the device and turned it around, coming to sight with your lock screen and one unread message from your father. With a sigh, you clicked on it and started reading it:

"I talked to Wonwoo and Mingyu. Your name will be next to the COO title. Don't forget to sign the contract tomorrow."

You scuffed, making Binna look at you, "What?" Instead of answering her with words, you handed her the phone, letting her read the oh so kind words.

"He had to talk to them first? Not like he led the company for ten years," she mumbled, placing it back on top of the table, out of your sight, "Don't focus on that now-"

You interrupted her, "I didn't work my ass off for six years, just to be COO," looking into thin air, not focusing on anything specifically, "While some guy that got a company because his dad is a millionaire... I've been doing that job ever since I started. What should I doooo?" You groaned loudly.

Binna continued looking at you, a frown on her face, closing her lips tightly, "Quit?"

"And then what?" You wondered, "I can't just quit now. No company would ever pay even half as much as I make now," sighing, you let yourself sink into your seat, "Fucking Jeon Wonwoo..."

"Hot Jeon Wonwoo," your friend corrected you, but you shook your head,

"Not helping."

"I'm just saying," she raised her hands in defence, "If I were you, I'd make the best out of it... especially if my boss is THAT hot..."

"I don't...," you shook your head, squinting your eyes at her, "I don't think you understand..."

"I know, I know," she nodded, "I'm only thinking about how hot he and that Kim Mingyu guy are... I'm sorry," whispering the last two words.

You looked at her with a stunned expression, "You are unbelievable."

"I know," she looked at her fingers, fumbling with them, "But... like," finding your eyes again, "I'm on your side, remember that. But what did he do for you to hate him so much?"

You huffed, sitting up, straightening your back, "You seriously don't remember him? He wasn't even at our high school, and literally, everyone was talking about him. Then, he didn't even go to university or anything but got the company from his dad AND NOW just like that," you snapped your fingers, "he bought half a dozen other companies and... just- just took them. I've been working sooo hard to get where I am right now. Having to deal with my dad, who yes, did give me a job, but back then his office looked like a garage that didn't even have access to a street. And..." your gaze fell to the floor, "And now I don't even get rewarded for what I did," tears were starting to form in your eyes, "I was so sure he'd give the company over to me..."

-

Close to midnight, Binna and you were still sitting at your table, now almost laying on either the cushioned bank, that was against the wall, or across the table, head in your hands.

"Can I please just not go to work tomorrow," you whined.

"I can go instead of you," the woman across from you giggled to herself, having way too much alcohol in her system.

You sighed, "I hate you,", "I hate you too," she gave you a bright smile.

Suddenly, she jumped up, hitting the table with both of her palms, "Alright, listen up! I'm not going to let you sulk like that. You want that CEO title? Then get it! Show that hot mess Jeon Wonwoo and his even hotter friend Kim Mingyu that you deserve that title so much more than them! You are smart, you are strong, and you are beautiful! And you're my best fucking friend. So get it!" Ending her speech with a proud smile. You looked at her with loving eyes and chuckled,

"How on earth are you so much better with words when you're drunk?"