Don't Mess With the Boss: Rozdział X [ENG]

FRIENDS/LOVERS?

He woke up in the morning, and something around him felt wrong. Really, really wrong. To be exact, his hands and arms felt like they were tied behind his back somehow. He tried to move a little; the bed sheets he was covered with fell to the floor but nothing more happened, and a frustrated murmur left his mouth. The storm that was going on at night was now nowhere to be found, and the morning sun was shining brightly through the window, making Himchan close a little his eyes in the process. When his pupils got comfortable with the light, he looked around the room.  For a second there he laid helplessly, dumfounded. He blinked once. And the once more. He didn’t know this room. It was a lot bigger than his own – across the king –sized bed he was laying on there was a huge mahogany desk, on which there were piles and piles of documents scattered all over the surface. Some clothes were on the floor, on the chair, and even... on the richly decorated chandelier above his head. His pedantic sense was tingling like crazy, and his brow twitched uncontrollably. The room looked like some hurricane ran through it, or at least Daehyun in his morning “devastate everything around you” mood.

Suddenly a low voice just behind his ear mumbled something in the deep sleep, and Himchan froze momentarily. He knew this voice. But what was he doing here? Once more he tried to move his hands, but the man behind his back only strengthened his grip in his sleep, snuggling even more to the petrified raven’s back. Feeling the pleasant warmth spreading throughout his body, especially in his lower parts, he turned his head slowly, trying to look behind himself and not to move too much; all his muscles were sore from sleeping in one position and he hissed a little, experiencing the unpleasant feeling of stretching his limbs. The sight that welcomed him was in some way beautiful and frightening at the same time. Right before his eyes were deliciously pink, plump lips, which were parted a little; a slow, calm breathing could be heard, as he couldn’t see anything more than the face of the man. A few scattered strands of blonde hair were locking the view of the man’s eyes, and suddenly Himchan felt the urge to comb the hair with his hand out of the sight – he even pulled his hand up to do it... or he tried to.

With a loud sigh mixed with a growl he buried his face in the pillow. He did this with such a swing, that he turned on his stomach, and Yongguk landed on him, still with a grip on his hands behind Himchan’s back.

It all looked like a really weird scene from a cheap porno – Himchan, lying flat on his stomach with only his boxers on, with his face buried deep into the pillow, making it hard to breathe, and Yongguk in his sleeping shorts just on top of him, with all his muscles and snoring, that had just started coming out of his mouth.

It seemed that he was the same heavy sleeper as Himchan.

It was going to be a long morning...

And to make it worse, the volume of air in his lungs started to decrease dramatically.

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With a heavy, tired sigh he rubbed his eyes hard, hoping that the feeling of tiredness would disappear from under his eyes. Because of the thunder he couldn’t sleep really well, and that was really odd if it was going for him. He never had problems with sleep. Well, it’s a good point. He never HAD. Until a few days ago, when some certain Korean man woke up from his slumber. Youngjae just couldn’t forget these enchanting eyes that in some, toxic way were luring him in, pleading him to stay and bury his body into their owners arms. It was a really new feeling to the blonde man, as he never EVER felt something like that before. May it be for his hard childhood after his mother passed away, or his current lifestyle – he didn’t know. The only thing he was aware of was, that when he was in the same room as the brown haired, slightly older male, his body was starting to shiver uncontrollably, his heart fluttering; he couldn’t make himself to look the young man straight into his eyes, as the doctor should. The words in his lips were trembling a little, and even if it was unnoticeable for Daehyun, it was making Youngjae crazy, because it was the first time in a long time when he couldn’t control his own body. And to make it worse, it started to take a toll on him even when he wasn’t in the presence of the other. Through the night, every time he closed his eyes, he was seeing the swollen, plump lips, whispering sweet nothings to his ear, kissing a sweet, wet trail down his earlobe and jaw line; the big, enticing hands roaming under his night shirt, leaving hot spots on his skin on the places they touched. And every fucking time, when he opened his eyes once again, gasping quietly for air, unchangeably he felt the uncomfortable tightness in his pants.

He wasn’t sure how long he could take this, before he would ran out of the mansion and to his forgotten apartment, to return only when the dangerous man was gone.

But right now, with a little perseverance that was left in his mind and body, he grabbed tighter the hand of the bag with medicines, and gulped loudly, looking around cautiously in case someone has seen his moment of doubt in himself. Seeing that the corridor was filled only with morning light and the happy chirping of some birds outside, he knocked to the door, closing his eyes once again and waiting for a response.

He stood there like that for a minute or two, with his face full of anticipation and tense body, ready to jump and run away in every second if needed.

But to his surprise, he didn’t hear the soft, but slightly lower than his own, voice through the door, calling to him “To come in.”

He didn’t know how to feel about this, but his body once more did it for his mind. His hands started to tremble, and droplets of sweat started to come down his forehead. His insides were clamping inside him, making his stomach churn.

What if something bad happened? What if friends of this guy that attacked them a few days ago decided to take revenge for their lost friend? What if somehow they passed through the security like Jongup and Daehyun did. And right now, they’re strangling him alive, on his own bed? (well, not exactly his, but Youngjae’s mind was slowly going into the pure state of panic, and he wasn’t thinking really clearly). Or maybe he wasn’t feeling all to well, and he was lying there unconsciously, waiting for help? The hand that was still clasping the medicine bag in it tightened ever harder into a fist, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

Oh no, he wasn’t going to just stand there and not do anything. With one, swift swing of his shoulder he opened the door and nearly jumped in,  keeping the med bag before himself, like it could keep him safe that way. He cautiously looked around the room, but no one was there. The only sound that resounded in the room was the sound of turned on shower. Someone was in the bathroom.

He felt like his cheeks started to turn red from the embarrassment, and he felt a really big urge to slap himself for his stupid behaviour. He should have noticed it earlier, that every morning  the man looked like he just walked out of the shower, with his hair all damp and that good smell of mint coming from his body...

Youngjae shook his head strongly to avoid further thoughts. How he could be so stupid?! He was here earlier than normal, so it was obvious that the man was taking his time in the bathroom, like he always did!

With a loud sigh he let the medic bag fall to his side, and his muscles relaxed a little.

Right then the door to the bathroom opened, and a man entered the room. His body was covered only with a brown towel around his hips, but still a few droplets were trickling down his body, due to his still wet hair. Coming up to the wardrobe, he dried them a little carelessly with the other towel, just to throw it on the chair in the next second.

Unaware of the other man’s presence, he started to pick up some new clothes for the day, his still pretty fresh wound on the stomach visible even from behind, as his movements were mechanic and much more careful than normal.

The blonde man felt his embarrassment going even higher, if it was even possible, and he tried to look away from the fine body of the other man, but he just couldn’t make himself do it. It was too beautiful and enticing at the same time, and he felt how his hands started to sweat  uncomfortably.

And then, the young man started to take off the towel from his hips, and Youngjae couldn’t make up his mind whether he wanted him to take the piece of off him, or for him to keep it on, only for the sake of his own pride. Shushing his screaming emotions, he tried to take a deep, calming breath, and he turned to the man directly.

“Daehyun-ah, c-could you please dress yourself up... in the bathroom “ the mentioned man jumped in surprise and turned immediately around, looking at him with startled eyes, and Youngjae felt his cheeks turn even hotter, as the sight before him was truly pure sexiness.

“Youngjae...” his voice sounded really surprised, and he stood there for a few seconds, burning holes in the other man’s eyes. Then, he realised in what situation they were in, and he laughed a little, embarrassed, grabbing the towel around his hips tighter in his grip, taking the clothes he picked seconds before and going back into the bathroom, utterly perplexed.

The med bag in Youngjae’s hand slipped out of his grip and hit the ground with a quiet thud, and the blonde had to sat on the unmade bed, puffing out in quick motions the air he had kept inside his lungs while Daehyun was staring at him. His heart was pounding like crazy, and something was fluttering wildly in his stomach. The feeling felt incredible, but at the same time Youngjae felt scared, really really scared.

It was the first time in his whole lifetime he had felt something like that, and he didn’t know how to handle the whole situation. Hell, it was even worse than with his ‘stepmother’. He just couldn’t come up with the decision what to do with his uncontrolled thoughts, and more importantly, the body that right now was practically screaming out for the older male to take him in his arms.

The blonde gulped loudly and took another few deep breaths, prepared to battle with his body and mind once more, and do his job quickly. The faster, the better. Right after he managed to pick up the med bag from the floor and sat it comfortably on the table, Daehyun re-entered the room, a tint of  pink still visible on his cheeks.

He settled himself carefully on the bed beside Youngjae and smiled to him apologetically, although none of this was his fault, and for a second there, Youngjae felt sorry for making him feel this way.

“Sorry for my behaviour, I didn’t know you were there”

“I-it’s okay, nothing to say” Youngjae once more cursed at himself for not guarding his body and stuttering like that.

“But like seriously, you walked in here like a ninja, when Yongguk Hyung does that, I hear him almost every time, even when I’m taking my shower” he laughed more freely now, relief visible on his face.

Youngjae blinked a few times, confused.

“Our Boss visits you? It’ s really unlikely for him to do something like that for people he doesn’t know” Daehyun only shrugged his shoulders a little, still careful not to hurt his wound too much.

“Well, maybe he has some kind of a goal, I don’t know. We just talk about some random stuff, my work, and Himchan Hyung”

“Himchan Hyung?” His ears picked the last part almost immediately. He must have admit, that he also thought about the two a little too much for his own likening. Not that he didn’t like Himchan, he just didn’t like to interfere with other lives, especially their love lives.

“Yeah, you know, they have something towards each other. I’m pretty sure you noticed it before” the brown haired man smirked mischievously, and Youngjae felt his lips go up, not minding his will for them to stay in the same position.

“Of course I did, I’m not stupid” he answered with a mocking tone, and the other man laughed a little, sensing that he was willing to talk to him a little bit more freely than normal.

“I don’t doubt it, you really look like a pretty smart guy” he complemented him, and Youngjae felt how his heart once again started to race wildly in his chest.

“You yourself don’t look bad either” he answered before he could stop his stupid mouth. He sat there for a few seconds, dumbfounded and totally embarrassed, his lips slightly parted.

Daehyun looked at him, also a little surprised, but seeing the doctor’s embarrassment, he decided to let the matter go.

He laughed quietly under his nose, and took his shirt off, not minding the startled expression of the blonde.

“Soo, doctor Youngjae, maybe you could help me with changing my bandages?” The other looked at him for a second, not knowing what the other wanted, but in the next second he replied, hurriedly reaching out for his bag and bandages.

“O-of course, Daehyun-ah...”

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When he finally fell asleep, it was dawn outside. Almost half of the night he was struggling with Himchan, who in his sleep felt the irresistible urge to grope him every time he let his hand go out of his grip. And so, he ended up bringing his hands behind his back, keeping them in a firm grip, and finally, snuggled to the other’s back, he managed to fall into the arms of Morpheus.

The first thing he felt after he woke up, was the pleasant, warm feeling under him. He opened his eyes lazily, just in time to see how Himchan finally managed to turn his head on the side and breath frantically some fresh air into his tired lungs.

Not knowing what happened when he was asleep, in shock of the position they were in, Yongguk almost flew into the air and landed in a really hard way on the floor.

He moaned painfully, massaging his backside, when he heard a really cute giggle from the bed direction. He looked up, and saw a dishevelled mop of hair, a pair of beautiful, black eyes and deliciously parted lips, laughing at his reaction.

It should have made him angry, because someone was making fun of him, but instead it made his heart melt. He smiled to the man lying on his bed, and placed his chin on it’s verge, the smile turning into devilish smirk.

“So, why my princess came to me in the middle of the night? Were you afraid of the storm outside, cutie?”

Himchan immediately turned red, and he stopped laughing, embarrassed. He couldn’t find any suitable words for the response, so he did the only thing that came to his mind.

With all his force, he threw a pillow at Yongguk’s face.