Chapter 63
Seungjo glanced back toward the dark wood of his executive desk, catching a quick view of Yeonho poking his head out from the narrow gap.
The blonde shook his head back and forth, brow tight with an frantic expression that begged him to cut the conversation short.
Turning his focus back to Hana, Seungjo cleared his throat, attempting to keep his posture entirely natural.
"Do you really need to make that call right now?"
"Yes, it's pretty important," Hana replied smoothly, tapping her screen. "It'll only take a few seconds."
"I'm right here," Seungjo pressed, keeping his voice steady. "Maybe you can call your stylist later."
Hana let out a light giggle, already lifting the phone to her ear. "It won't take long, Seungjo."
Within seconds, the muffled sound of a phone vibrating on silent echoed through the office. The sharp buzz was unmistakably close.
Hana paused, her head tilting slightly as she glanced around the room. "Did you hear that?"
"I didn't hear anything" Seungjo lied with a straight face.
"Oh... alright..."
As Hana waited for the line to connect, Seungjo's eyes flicked over to the secondary sofa across the room, spotting Yeonho's leather bag resting on the cushions. He glanced back at Hana before making a quick decision.
Standing up from his seat, Seungjo crossed the floor and picked up Yeonho's bag.
"Go ahead and take your call," Seungjo said, keeping his tone casual as he walked over to his desk. "Let me finish reviewing these documents."
Hana smiled warmly, letting him step away.
Stopping right beside his chair, Seungjo looked down into the dark well beneath the desk and handed the bag down to Yeonho.
Yeonho snatched it from his hands, unzipping the main compartment with minimal noise, pulling out his phone, and answering the line just as it was about to go to voicemail.
"Good day, Miss Choi," Yeonho spoke into the receiver, his voice reduced to a soft, breathy whisper so that it wouldn't carry across the room. "Are you calling regarding the updates on your dresses?"
Seungjo sat down in his leather chair, positioning himself like a lookout while shielding the view beneath the desk with his legs.
"We need to adjust our schedule," Hana's voice drifted faintly from the earpiece. "Tomorrow we'll finalize the main piece, and I want to do a full fitting."
[ ... ]
"Hello...?"
[ ...]
"Did you hear what I said?"
Yeonho couldn't answer because right at that exact second, he was wrestling with Seungjo.
Seungjo had just reached down and yanked out the confidential black file about the underground club from Yeonho's bag.
"So you stole it last night," Seungjo's eyes locked onto Yeonho's from above.
"We can talk about this later," Yeonho hissed back in a frantic whisper, his hand tightly clutching only the microphone of his phone. "Do you actually want me to get caught right now?"
"Honestly? I wouldn't mind," Seungjo murmured, pulling the folder out of the bag. "Especially now that this is back in my hands."
Seungjo tried to slide the file out completely, but Yeonho gripped the edge of the heavy paper, refusing to let go.
"If you take that right now, I'll scream."
"Try it," Seungjo replied, tugging the folder upward with steady force.
"Don't push me, Seungjo."
"Hand it over, or I'm dragging you out from under here myself."
They tugged the leather bag and paper folder back and forth in a tense, silent tug-of-war.
Realizing he was losing the battle of strength, Yeonho, who was quick to adapt when backed into a corner, released his grip on the paper and reached forward, his fingers clamping firmly around Seungjo's crotch through his suit trousers.
Seungjo let out a sharp, stifled groan, his body stiffening as his fist slammed hard against the wooden surface of the desk to steady himself.
The heavy thud echoed across the room.
Hana immediately turned on the sofa, her gaze sweeping toward the desk in concern.
"Seungjo? What was that? Are you okay?"
She started to rise from the sofa, stepping toward the desk, but Seungjo immediately raised a firm hand, his posture stiff.
"Don't," he managed to say, his voice strained. "Just stay there."
"But you sound strange. I'm worried about you." Hana set her phone down on the cushion beside her, though the call remained active.
Meanwhile, underneath the desk, Yeonho shifted closer, leaning his face directly against Seungjo's lap. Through the fine fabric of the slacks, he parted his lips, pressing wet licks and deep, firm suction directly over the hardening shape beneath.
Seungjo's hand darted downward, his fingers tangling into Yeonho's long blonde hair to pull him off, but he knew how Yeonho operated. The guy was completely shameless; once he started a play like this, he wouldn't stop until he got his way.
For the second time in twenty-four hours, Seungjo had to yield. He slumped forward over the desk, resting his forehead against his folded arm as if overcome by sudden dizziness, using the position to whisper down beneath the wood.
"You bastard..." Seungjo gritted out, his voice barely audible. "Fine. Take the file and cut it out... She's getting suspicious."
Yeonho pulled back instantly, a triumphant grin spreading across his flushed face, completely unbothered by the vulgar display.
"Good," Yeonho whispered back smugly. "Now go give her some excuse, or I'm putting your whole cock in my mouth."
"Ordering me around in my own office..."
"Just go and handle her..." Yeonho finally brought his phone back up to his ear, hugging his bag tightly against his chest.
Hana, still standing near the seating area, took a tentative step toward the desk.
"Are you sure you're okay, Seungjo? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Finally sitting up, Seungjo adjusted his shirt collar and tie, pulling his composure back together with effort.
"I'm fine. Just a sudden migraine."
"Are you sure you're oka—"
[ Miss Choi? I'm still here ] Yeonho's smooth voice cut back in through Hana's phone speaker.
[ I apologize for the disruption. My signal is quite weak right now; I'm currently out of the main city. ]
Hana paused, looking back and forth between her phone and Seungjo.
"I'm fine," Seungjo reassured her with a slight nod. "Go ahead and finish your call. I'll review these files while you speak."
"Alright..." Hana murmured, sitting back down on the plush leather cushions.
She spent the next two minutes walking Yeonho through her schedule changes before wrapping up the conversation and hanging up the line.
.
.
.
.