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Woo Jin-Chul is not good with alcohol. Never has been, probably never will be. So what do you think he does with this knowledge?

Stays away from alcohol.

Yes, that is exactly what Jin-Chul would do.. if he were a smart man.

And, hey — usually he is. He didn’t get the Chairman position at the Korean Hunters Association by standing around and looking pretty, no matter how many arrogant Hunters who he’d had to deal with personally would have you think because they’re too embarrassed to have been overpowered by a man in a suit and forced to abide by hunter regulations. He is normally a very smart man, but last night he might have made a few hiccups.

He definitely recalls going out. That was likely his first mistake, but it was his fucking birthday, dammit, and he usually spent those tucked away in the Association building back when he was still the Chief of the Monitoring Division, but it’s also his first birthday since the former Chairman, Go Gun-Hee, passed away… and, okay, maybe he went a little overboard if the throbbing behind his eyes is anything to go by.

Apparently whatever he did to make an ass out of himself was enough to worry Sung Jin-Woo… Yes, the strongest Hunter in the world, who truly has no business pestering over him. That Sung Jin-Woo. The one who he woke up to a text from.

It was a simple text, brief and quick to the point, like their conversations usually went, but it still made Jin-Chul’s stomach flutter, and the facepalm he had given himself had certainly been a terrible way to start the day after drinking god knows how much.

So now Woo Jin-Chul is sat at the barstool in his apartment kitchen, nursing a mug of black coffee, just the way he likes it, and groaning as he peers down at his phone.

He’s already gone through his email, filing through his inboxes almost robotically, as it’s something he has to do every morning as the Chairman. He’s even checked socail media, though he’s not sure what for as he’s not really interested in the things people post there. He’s done just about everything excepf answer Sung Jin-Woo’s text.

Hunter Sung: You get home safe, babe?❤️

Hah.. there’s definitely got to be some sort of inside joke that he simply doesn’t remember here , right?

Sung Jin-Woo does not check in on him.

At least, not like this.

Sometimes, when they run into each other and they’re not too busy, they will grab a coffee together, chat a little. Jin-Chul will catch himself staring too deeply - too intently - into sharp, steely, grey eyes and will have to force his gaze away. Sung Jin-Woo will ask how things are going at the Association, and he will actually listen instead of just passively nodding along like most people do, but he does not check up on him.

Another thing, stronger than National Level, S-rank Sung Jin-Woo absolutely does not call him babe. Or text with hearts, for that matter, just in case that wasn’t already clear.

So, yeah, Woo Jin-Chul is on a barstool in front of his kitchen island, wasting away precious minutes he could be at the Association and mentally kicking himself in the ass for whatever the hell he managed to do last night. That, and avoiding Sung Jin-Woo’s text like the fucking Jeju Island plague.

He remembers it all so clearly: it was a normal day at work. So normal, in fact, that he hadn’t even realized it was his birthday until his subordinates had whipped out a cake and started singing Saengil Chukahamnida. At first, he had wondered who for. Even looked around curiously until they all crowded around him, and Jin-Chul saw the silly picture of himself frowning after a pair of his sunglasses broke on him plastered across the buttercream frosting.

It was nice of his coworkers. They didn’t normally do stuff like that, but he supposes they must have realized how rough of a time he was having after Go Gun Hee. That being said, as soon as the cake was cut and the employees went back to their cubicles, Woo Jin-Chul’s mood had quickly soured.

He knew Go Gun-Hee for a decade. Since the day he first awakened as a hunter, Go Gun-Hee had scouted him out to join the Hunters Association, and not being at all into all the attention and tireless fighting that most Hunters do in their day to day lives, Woo Jin-Chul had happily taken him up on the offer.

He was like a father figure to him, as well as a close friend, and losing him had left Jin-Chul in a stupor that was basically impossible to miss if you’ve met the man even once before.

So yes, he does remember actually leaving work last night instead of staying for days on end, like he usually did as he feels more at home at the Association than he does in his own apartment. He couldn’t stand to be there and think about the man who should have been there, pestering him with light hearted jokes that left Jin-Chul sputtering before he could recollect himself and school his expression. Who should have been celebrating with him.

He does remember stumbling across a shotty looking bar on his stroll around town. He does recall walking into said bar and ordering drinks. Everything is so, very, crystal clear.. until it isn’t.

Jin-Chul does not remember seeing anyone note worthy at the bar, and he certainly thinks he would remember seeing the tall and built Sung Jin-Woo. Except he doesn’t, supposedly he had, and apparently he has done something to earn the title babe..

Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t hate the idea. In fact, it’s a little embarrassing to say at his grown age, but he has a crush on Hunter Sung. Is absolutely smitten with the aloof, younger man. So, no, he is by no means mad at the pet name. He is mortified, however, that he cannot for the life of him recall the events leading up to it.

He also doesn’t remember how he got home, and he wonders if that’s partially why Sung Jin-Woo texted him.

With a final gulp that accounts for his entire mug of now cool coffee and a distraught sigh, Jin-Chul forces himself to type up a reply.

Chairman Woo: Yes, thank you.

Okay, he’s not proud of himself either.

It’s a terrible reply after spending an entire ten minutes fussing over the exact wording, but he can’t bring himself to say any more. And then, before he has time to freak out, Jin-Chul begins getting ready for the work day. The day that he already woke up late for, but is trying to ignore that fact as his eyes press up against his skull like corn kernels about to pop.

He does not freak out. He is a calm, collected, freshly thirty year old man. He will not freak out over a twenty four year old boy like he’s a teenager again.

Except, when his phone dings, Woo Jin-Chul drops the suit he had been pulling out of his closest and darts over to his phone.

Uh.. it could be important, is all, he tells himself. He is the Chairman of the Association, after all.

When he sees that the message is just from one of his employees, though, Woo Jin-Chul tries to ignore the way his entire body deflates. His shower is far less productive than usual, sluggish as his mind is somewhere else entirely. And it’s possible that he accidentally puts his shirt on inside out and doesn’t even realize until he goes to button it up.. whatever, it’s a mistake people make all the time. Not one he makes, but alas.

This time, when his phone goes off, Jin-Chul rolls his eyes and makes a point to ignore it. He’s busy right now.

Once his hair is gelled into place, a strand refusing to fall in line with the rest as per usual, and only once he’s done, does Woo Jin-Chul stroll liesurely to where he threw his phone on his bed. And when Hunter Sung lights up the screen, Jin-Chul contemplates breaking his phone in his bare hands out of sheer anxiety.

But that is kind of crazy and not at all something the calm, collected, reasonable Association member he is would do, so he takes a moment to quell his racing heart, and he opens his phone.

Hunter Sung: Good, was gonna send out some of my shadows to go looking for you if you didn’t answer in the next little bit.

Hunter Sung: You slept in today. Head hurt?

Okay so Jin-Chul is still stuck on the first text where Sung Jin-Woo openly expressed concern for his well being. And as he gets to the second, it takes him a moment to realize that that same Sung Jin-Woo also seems to know his schedule.

Sure he’s mentioned stuff like that to him before, but it was all in passing. No way he truly remembered — cared enough to remember. To worry.

Chairman Woo: Like a bitch, actually.

He imagines Hunter Sung laughing at that. The way his lips tilt upwards and his eyes narrow into something softer when he’s amused, the soft chuckle he lets out when it’s just the two of them. Because, Jin-Chul realizes belatedly, Sung Jin-Woo doesn’t try to keep up his cool and mysterious aura with him.

It could be that they met when he still looked like a cute, fresh faced twenty year old, even though he was already well into the beginnings of his mid twenties, or that Woo Jin-Chul has seen him time and time again since then, but Sung Jin-Woo always seems to be as authentic as possible with him, and something about that makes Jin-Chul’s gut twist and turn.

Hunter Sung: Poor baby.

Jin-Chul rolls his eyes at that, because while he is nearly six years older than Sung Jin-Woo, the man still likes to pick on him and tease when he’s in a good mood.

At least he’s in a good mood, Jin-Chul thinks as he types out his reply.

Chairman Woo: Ass.

Hunter Sung: 😊

Hunter Sung: I’ll swing by the Association and bring you something for your headache.

That.. Woo Jin-Chul must have hit his head harder than he thought this morning, because no way did he read that right.

And so he reads it again. And again. And again. And again, and, no, yeah, he definitely read that right.

What the fuck?

Chairman Woo: You don’t have to do that.

He rushes his reply, shooting up to rinse out his mug and grab his car keys. As expected, Sung Jin-Woo is never a man to take no for an answer.

Hunter Sung: I’ll be there in twenty.

And that is how Woo Jin-Chul ends up going fifteen over the speed limit in order to get to the association before Sung Jin-Woo does. And something about the anxious looks on his subordinates’ faces as he makes his way to his private office and the smug grin of the man who sits in his chair like he belongs, leads Jin-Chul to believe that maybe Hunter Sung was already at the building from the get go.

Woo Jin-Chul sighs, closes the door behind him, and sets his phone and keys on his desk, along side his briefcase. He considers making Sung Jin-Woo move, just because he can, even if he can’t physically make the man do anything he doesn’t want to, but he looks so stupidly good all comfortable in Jin-Chul’s office chair. Jin-Chul would sooner sit on the floor than ruin this sight for himself.

So this is how Woo Jin-Chul ends up seated on the wrong side of his own desk, Sung Jin-Woo folding his hands over the smooth, wooden surface and leaning in, a devilish grin on his face that Jin-Chul doesn’t think is fair for him to be able to produce so early in the morning.

He does not need butterflies floating around in his stomach at 9 am.. well, none more than Hunter Sung already elicited with his texts, that is.

“That was quick.” Sung Jin-Woo says as a greeting, tilting his head as he takes in Jin-Chul’s appearance. “I was expecting you to show up in another fifteen minutes.”

Jin-Chul closes his eyes, notes the fact that it took him around ten minutes to get to the Association when he does not, in fact, live ten minutes away, and sighs. “So I take it you’ve been here a while.”

Sung Jin-Woo shrugs, stands up, and Jin-Chul has barely even began to mourn the loss of the image of him in his office chair before the man crosses to the other side of the desk and leans back against it’s surface, right in front of Jin-Chul.

He is.. kind of intimidating, the way he peers down at him from above, all shadows and a menacingly dark aura, sharp eyes and a lazy smile. But at the same time, it’s a challenge Woo Jin-Chul somehow feels up to. One he wants to take up.

“You could say that.” Hunter Sung says, and Jin-Chul has to blink a few times before recalling the conversation they are apparently still having.

How could he forget?

Sung Jin-Woo leans closer, lifts his hand to dip Jin-Chul’s sunglasses down the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger curiously. He frowns, shakes his head and pushes them back up when Jin-Chul winces at the offending overhead lights.

“Open your mouth.” He says, and maybe Jin-Chul should at least question him instead of blindly following, but he’s learned to just go with the flow with Sung Jin-Woo.

And just as he has before, the younger man raises a vile that he seems to have materialized out of thin air to Jin-Chul’s mouth. Except, this time, he cradles Jin-Chul’s jaw and tilts him in the angle he wants him. When Jin-Chul gulps around the suspicious, currant-red potion, it is not because Sung Jin-Woo raises a brow at him that seems to say ‘swallow’.

Or, maybe it is, but that’s not the only reason. The man is intensely attractive, and fuck it’s those butterflies again.

And then a drop drips down past the corner of Jin-Chul’s mouth, and he curses himself for looking like a fool, but Jin-Woo’s eyes track the bead of liquid with interest. His lips part, a soft breath dislodging itself from his throat as he glides his thumb over Jin-Chul’s cheek before bringing it to his own mouth to lick.

And.. Woo Jin-Chul is officially dead. He has flatlined, and it’s all because of a twenty four year old man who is too fucking hot for his well being.

For fuck’s sake.

“Woo- Chairman Woo?” Sung Jin-Woo’s mouth seem to say, and based on the smirk tugging at his pretty, pink lips, Jin-Chul thinks he’s been calling him for a while.

“Mm.. yeah?” He says, trying and failing to hide the way he has to clear his throat and shake his head to break through the fog clouding his mind.

Sung Jin-Woo, the little ass he is, chuckles. Splays his hands across the surface of Jin-Chul’s desk behind him and leans his weight back on them, the new angel having Jin-Chul think about some pretty unprofessional things.

If he just stood up, took a single step closer — how would Sung Jin-Woo look gazing up at him with those dreamy, grey eyes?

Suddenly, his tie is far too tight. He tugs it away from his throat with a grunt.

“I said,” Sung Jin-Woo repeats, clearly amused at Jin-Chul’s expense. “How’s your head feel now?”

Ah. Jin-Chul had actually managed to completely forget about the stupid healing potion. He used to be so good at staying professional in any circumstance. What the hell happened?

Sung Jin-Woo happened.

At first he was this cute guy that Jin-Chul found he liked to look at from time to time (time to time meaning every single instance they saw each other), but now he’s this big, sexy, hunk of a man. A tall drink of ice cold water, if you will, and Jesus fucking Christ, Woo Jin-Chul is abnormally parched.

Maybe he needs to cut back on the coffee. Caffeine dehydrates you like crazy.

And then Jin-Chul sees the entertained, expectant look on Sung Jin-Woo’s face, and he realizes he has yet to answer. Again.

“Fuck.” He curses himself, out loud. The black haired hunter’s grin only widens. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” He says, testing it by pulling off his sunglasses. When he doesn’t feel like the sun is burrowing into his eyes through the fucking ceiling, he nods and places the discarded pair of sunglasses on top of his head.

For once, Jin-Chul has the opportunity to watch Sung Jin-Woo’s perceptive eyes track his movements, his gaze both growing sharper and hazy at once. It’s a sight to behold, and Jin-Chul thinks he likes it.

But there’s still something that is eating away at him, and he needs to get to the bottom of it before he withers away.

“Babe?” He asks.

Sung Jin-Woo barely reacts. His eyes sober, snap down to his from where they had rested on his sunglasses above his head, and he blinks. “Mm?” He hums, and Jin-Chul realizes that one, it sounded as if he were calling Hunter Sung babe, and two, Hunter Sung responded to it as if it were normal.

Jin-Chul does sputter a little, but he thinks he does a pretty good job of keeping it under control. “Oh- I meant, like.. what’s up with the whole babe thing?”

Sung Jin-Woo blinks. And blinks. Blinks again. And then he laughs, harder than Jin-Chul thinks he’s ever seen him before, all soft airy sounds and pronounced aegyo sal under his now blue grey eyes. “Oh.” He says. Nothing more.

Jin-Chul furrows his brows. “Oh?”

Sung Jin-Woo actually chortles. An obnoxious little sound that leaves Jin-Chul falling deeper for him, if even possible. “Nothing, it’s just that I didn’t realize you had that much to drink.” He says, eyes drifting off like he’s considering something. “Do you.. not remember anything from last night?”

Jin-Chul frowns. “Not much more than my first drink or so.. I hate to admit it, but I am a terrible light weight.”

Sung Jin-Woo makes a face as if to say ‘yeah, no shit’, so Jin-Chul nudges his leg with his own. Sung Jin-Woo grins, and though he’s threatened other men for far less, he merely traps Jin-Chul’s leg between his own. Playful, and a little intimate in nature, if Jin-Chul isn’t mistaken.

His skin is warm, even through their clothes.

“When me and Jin-Ho got to the bar, you were already dancing on the table.”

Jin-Chul’s jaw drops to the fucking ground like a cartoon and his blood runs ice cold as horror engulfs him whole. “You’re lying.” He says, aghast with himself.

Hunter Sung smiles sheepishly. “Okay, well you weren’t on the table, but you were making your rounds about the dance floor.” He says, and Jin-Chul wishes he could erase the man’s memories. He wears this reminecent look on his face, like he recalls every single detail and is playing it on repeat in his mind. “You know, it was kind of like that late 90’s, American Movie. What’s it called? 10 Things I Hate About You? You dance like the older sister.”

Actually, one of the main reasons Jin-Chul stopped going out back in college is because he was known to get a little too wild for his comfort and had even amassed the nickname Kat, amongst the people on campus who had seen the movie.

He hates that everything Sung Jin-Woo is saying adds up to his extremely colourful drinking history.

“Tell me I didn’t get kicked out of the bar.” Jin-Chul grimaces, looking away in anticipation. It wouldn’t be the first time…

Sung Jin-Woo laughs. “No, not until I made you go home and called you a cab because you refused to let me take you myself, but for the first little while you were just dancing with anyone who would let you.”

Jin-Chul burrows his face in his hands and curses that stupid, shitty bar. As if the guy he likes had to come into that dinky place and see him acting like that.

“I must have looked so desperate..” he murmurs, utterly embarrassed.

Sung Jin-Woo presses the side of his shoe to Jin-Chul’s, and when he looks up, the younger man is frowning at him. “I don’t rhink so.” He says, then looks off. “I mean, it was your birthday. You were just letting off some steam.”

“Did I tell you that?” He asks, a little surprised he would openly divulge that to the younger man unprompted. When Hunter Sung doesn’t answer, doesn’t return his gaze, Jin-Chul has to presume that no, he didn’t tell him it was his birthday. At least not yesterday.

Something about that makes him feel all giddy inside. Warm and happy.

“What happened after you two came in the bar?” Jin-Chul tries instead, and though Sung Jin-Woo’s head is still turned away from him, he can see the man smile to himself.

“Well,” he clears his throat and finally looks back to Jin-Chul. It’s stupid how easily his gaze seems to settle him. “I was just watching you, at first.” Well, Jin-Chul supposes context matters. He goes to voice his embarrassment, but Sung Jin-Woo is too fast. “But eventually you spotted me.” He says, and Jin-Chul gulps.

“What then?”

Sung Jin-Woo bites his lip, possibly in thought, then shakes his head. “You came over to us. Asked Jin-Ho if he was even old enough to drink, then got a few shots with us. And then you somehow convinced me to join you on the dance floor. Before you ask, I am no where near as good as you are at dancing.”

Jin-Chul wails into his hands. “I am not a good dancer, at all.”

Sung Jin-Woo tilts his head to the side, glances around him, presumably to his ass, raises his brows and shakes his head. “Agree to strongly disagree.”

Jin-Chul does not have the strength to fight him on it.

“So yeah, you forced me into some shitty dancing, there was a kissing game, blah blah blah, then I sent you home.”

Jin-Chul is nodding. He nods about three more times before his brain lurches to a stop and he processes the words. He shoots up to his feet, almost falling to his ass the way Sung Jin-Woo still has his leg trapped, but he just ends up toppling forward until he has to place his hands on Hunter Sung’s lap to stand up properly.

“There was a what!?”

Sung Jin-Woo’s eyes trail on Jin-Chul, track down his torso, to his hands pressed into his firm thighs and back up, scratches the back of his head and shrugs like he’s suddenly forgotten the prior night. “I don’t know.” He says.

Jin-Chul’s grip on him tightens, if only because he know’s that Sung Jin-Woo can take the aggression of one of the highest A-rank hunters with ease.

It should piss him off that all of his strength is basically rendered useless in the face of Hunter Sung Jin-Woo, but instead it’s kind of a turn on. It is stupidly hot, and Woo Jin-Chul is utterly fucked.

He wishes.

Fuck.

Anyways. “Kissing game.” He prompts, leaning to the side to meet Sung Jin-Woo’s averted gaze. “You said we played a kissing game?”

Sung Jin-Woo sighs, a little petulantly, like he’s being forced to reveal a secret he wanted to keep all to himself, and Jin-Chul thinks he is too precious. He also wants to hit him.

“You started it.” Sung Jin-Woo says, and his petulance has turned into vague annoyance. “It started off as the pocky game.” He demonstrates placing a stick of pocky into his mouth and biting, essentially a game of chicken where two people bite onto either side of a piece of pocky and see who pulls away first or else you end up kissing.

Jin-Chul frowns, a vague recollection of this popping up into his head.

“Then you got bored of beating everyone at that, so it became a game of kiss and blow.” A game where you have a sheet of paper and each person has to suck or blow on the sheet respectively as you pass it along a line of people with your lips, and if it falls, you end up kissing…

Jin-Chul definitely remembers that one from his college days.

“Did I mention you had the entire bar obsessed with you? Jin-Ho sat out because he wanted to make sure everyone was following the rules.” He says with an eye roll, but it seems fond of his honourary little brother.

“So I guess I lost that then?” Jin-Chul muses, tilting his head back with a groan.

Sung Jin-Woo watches him with a curious expression on his face. And then he pouts and looks away again. “Mnph.” He says.. and that’s not Korean at all.

“What was that?”

“No.”

“No..?” Jin-Chul repeats slowly. He doesn’t understand.

Sung Jin-Woo chews the inside of his cheek, that earlier annoyance coming back. “We were sat beside each other, you on my right, and there was this guy on your right who was eyeing you up and down like a piece of fucking meat.” He says matter of factly, though it seems to pain him for some reason. “I didn’t want to end up killing him if he messed up the game and took advantage of that.. so I threw the game.”

Jin-Chul blinks slowly. “So you kissed the person on your left?” The thought makes him feel sick to his stomach, even if he doesn’t remember it happening.

But then Sung Jin-Woo looks his age for the first time in a long while. Young and troubled, and fiercely jealous.

“I kissed you.” He corrects. Jin-Chul’s breath hitches. “I only meant it to stop the game, but I guess we got a little carried away.” He runs a hand through his hair, laughing to diffuse the tension building in his body. “When the guy later asked if we were dating, I cut you off and said yes. Hence the babe thing.”

“Thank you, Jin-Woo.” Jin-Chul says, a little breathless. When Jin-Woo looks up at him, gaze soft and darting between Jin-Chul’s black eyes and parted lips, he asks a question he’s always wanted to but has never allowed himself to voice aloud. “Can I kiss you?”

Jin-Woo blinks at him, surprise and confusion washing over his face momentarily, but he nods anyways. “Yeah.” It comes out in an airy whisper, and Jin-Chul is glad he’s not the only one. “Please.”

Whatever thread of waning restraint Jin-Chul was holding onto snaps in an instant like a tether tuned too tight.

He surges forward, pressing their lips together before his brain reminds him that this is his office in the association, and this is absolutely not professional etiquette, but at the same time, when has it ever been with Sung Jin-Woo?

Jin-Woo gasps when their lips slot together just right, Jin-Chul’s grip tightening on his muscular thigh as the other slides up his toned abdomen to rest on his throat and hold him where he wants him. He thumbs over Jin-Woo’s sharp jawline, the younger man pulling him closer, closer, closer and closer where Jin-Chul’s leg is still trapped between his, and soon they’re flush against one another.

They should stop. Anyone could walk into Jin-Chul’s office at anytime.. but he can’t be bothered to worry about something as irrelevant as that, because he is kissing Sung Jin-Woo, and Sung Jin-Woo is kissing him right back. Enthusiastically.

Jin-Chul’s body fills with liquid heat, and he wants more, so much more than he should take, but he wants all of him to himself. He wants all of Jin-Woo so fucking bad.

So it is with great difficulty, that he pulls away.

Jin-Woo rests his forehead on Jin-Chul’s, breathing more heavily than Jin-Chul has ever seen the man do in any dungeon, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to recollect himself. Jin-Chul watches him. It’s kind of adorable, the way he seems so lost for a moment.

Jin-Chul can’t help leaning in to press another kiss to his lips, this one quick and chaste, much like he’d originally intended to do before hearing the broken desperation in Jin-Woo’s own voice.

Jin-Woo is grinning when he pulls away this time. “What was that for?”

Jin-Chul shrugs. “Couldn’t let my only kiss with the most famous S-rank Hunter, Sung Jin-Woo, be while I was too drunk to remember it.”

Jin-Woo looks off, like he’s not sure how to take that, and all Jin-Chul can think to do is press a kiss to his cheek. Then another to his jaw, his chin, following the shape of his face to the other side, forcing Jin-Woo’s gaze back on him. “What I mean by that is I want to remember it. All of it.”

Jin-Woo nods, his killer grin resurfacing. “You know, yesterday you promised to let me take you out on a date.”

Jin-Chul laughs, intrigued. “Did I really?”

Jin-Woo’s grins grows impossibly larger. “No..”

Jin-Chul shakes his head, fond of the intimidating man who still manages to be so fucking cute. “How about this weekend?”

It’s Jin-Woo who kisses him this time. Tugs him in by the knot of his tie, swallowing the shocked moan that slips from Jin-Chul’s throat.

And this one is all heat, and want, and passion. All sharp pants for breath, and teeth, and tongue, and hands fisting into hair as Jin-Woo reels him in closer. And if Jin-Chul makes an embarrassingly encouraging moan at he tug on his strawberry blond locks, then at least his office is made for high level security meetings and is sound proof.

He has to try not to think too much on that fact, or else he will want to do something far more inappropriate than tongue fucking Sung Jin-Woo’s mouth on his desk.

God, the possibilities.

And then Jin-Woo pulls his hair again, tugs until Jin-Chul’s head tilts back so he can nip at his throat, and fuck.

“That sounds perfect.” Jin-Woo murmurs against his skin, warm air tickling his flesh. Before Jin-Chul can ask whether he means this weekend’s date or the filthy thoughts running through his mind, Jin-Woo nods and he kisses him again, soft and slow, and Jin-Chul melts into it.

If when they pull away, Jin-Woo ruffles Jin-Chul’s meticulously styled hair into the mess he had once complimented when his gel washed out in the rain some time ago, Jin-Chul does not bother hiding his blush.

If when the new Chief of the Monitoring Division comes into his office just after Jin-Woo leaves, he pauses and double takes Jin-Chul’s dishevelled clothes and tousled hair.. then so be it.

This is a great day, and nothing is going to ruin that.

So, yeah, maybe Woo Jin-Chul isn’t good with alcohol, but that doesn’t exactly seem like an issue at the moment.