Yu jin's POV
Shit, I can't believe I let myself get caught up in this mess. When I was on my way to Park Min's office, Park Min's assistant came to him and said he'd found something in Yu Jin's background check, I should have known better than to ask what it was. But I was curious, dammit.
So I went to Park Min's office, ready to hear whatever dirt his assistant had dug up. But I wasn't prepared for the look on Park Min's face when he saw me. He looked guilty as hell, like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. So I walked in anyway.
"What the fuck is this?" I demanded, holding up the file his assistant had given him. "You had me investigated? What the hell for?"
Park Min stammered and stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse. But I wasn't buying it. I could see the truth written all over his face. He was interested in me, in a way that went beyond just business.
"Come on, Park Min sir," I said, leaning in close to him. "You don't need to hide it. I know you want me."
"Leave," he ordered his assistant.
I went close to him and put my hand on his chest and I slid the document away. His jaws went red then, looking away from me, "That's not true," he insisted. "I'm just trying to do my job."
I scoffed. "Your job? Is that what you call it? Because it seems to me like you've got a bit of a personal stake in this whole thing."
He glared at me then, his eyes flashing with red and his brows furrowing. "You don't know anything about me," he snapped. "Or about what I want."
I leaned in even closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "Then why don't you tell me?" I whispered. "What do you want, Park Min?"
He shuddered then, his breath coming fast and shallow. "What the hell is wrong with you? I don't even know," he admitted softly.
I pulled back then, smiling at him. "Liar," I said. "But that's okay. We have all night to figure it out."
He looked at me then, his eyes wide with surprise. "What do you mean?" he asked.
I pointed out the window, where the rain was coming down in sheets. "The storm," I said. "It's flooded the roads. We're stuck here overnight."
His eyes widened even more. "Here?" he said. "In this place?"
I nodded. "Looks like it," I said. "Just you and me. In this tiny little office."
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I don't know if that's a good idea," he said.
I laughed then, shaking my head. "Too late now," I said. "We're committed. And I for one am looking forward to getting to know you better."
He didn't say anything to that, just stared at me with those big, wide eyes of his. But I could see the desire written all over his face. He wanted me, just as much as I wanted him, but his homophobic ass won't accept it.
So I did the worst thing any body would ever do, I risked it all, at this moment I was either going to get fired, beaten and driven out or this would be the first step into taming him.
So I started to take off my clothes, right there in front of him. I could see his eyes following my every move, drinking in the sight of my bare skin.
"You can look," I said, throwing my shirt at him. "I know you want to."
He caught the shirt reflexively, his fingers brushing against my skin as he did. I shivered at the contact, my body already heating up with desire.
He looked at me, his left eye getting smaller as his right brow was being raised but immediately I looked down at his dick, it was raising against his trouser. "Coward" I said.
"What?!"
"Coward." I repeated.
"We're both straight, so helping each other isn't a problem. Or do you have feelings for me.?
And I guess that was the trigger word.
He was undressing too, his movements quick and efficient. And suddenly there we were, naked and alone together in a small office, the rain pounding against the windows outside.
"You know…," I breathed, looking at him. "You look amazing."
He went red again, looking away shyly. "You're not so bad yourself," he murmured.
I moved closer to him then, until we were inches apart. I could feel the heat of his body, the way his breath hitched in his throat as I got closer.
"Park Min," I whispered. "What are we doing here?"
He looked at me then, his eyes dark and intense. "I don't know," he admitted.
"If you want I can help you." I said
"But I need you to say you want me." I continued.
"It hurts"
"What?"
"I said it hurts, why did we undress if you weren't going to do anything anyway."
"Because I wanted to see you beg me. And until you do, I'll not help you."