Chapter 33: Eating ‘Cake’
Doha paralysed on his spot in embarrassment.
He tried to hide his face as he turned red and redder. But Song-rik had already come right beside him.
And now every employee there was staring right at them. After all the director of Millenium Corporation himself had come down to meet a person.
"Let’s go up to my office," Song-rim said holding Doha’s free hand. "I’m hungry."
"Ah! Hyung! Um... should I really go... with... you?" Doha asked shyly as he kept withdrawing to himself. "I’m very... underdressed."
"You look fucking hot," Jang Song-rik said with a straight face as he pulled Doha along with him inside.
As they walked past the reception and hallway to the lift section, the entire floor was filled with murmurs and whispering.
’The director really is dating an alpha!’
’Never thought a day like this would come.’
’Doesn’t that guy look too young and hot? Are you sure they’re dating?’
’Oh, you remember the day director Jang came in late to work, secretary Min told me he went to his boyfriends house to throw a drunk fit.’
’Director Jang? That just sounds like lies.’
’Nah, apparently the director is head over heels for his boyfriend.’
’Well, who wouldn’t be when you have that hunk of an alpha as a boyfriend.’
’He seems pretty docile too.’
Jang Song-rik didn’t react much but Yeon Doha had become a red paprika about to explode.
Please stop everyone, we can hear you all.
Doha almost felt like crying. He looked at Song-rik, there was not a single expression on his face. As if he couldn’t hear everything.
Right now in a work suit and hair up, Jang Song-rik really looked like an elite executive (which he obviously was). Doha had almost always seen him in a more casual sense, so right now seemed pretty odd.
It’s like I fell for him all over again.
The elevator door opened. Song-rik held Doha’s hand and immediately pulled him into the elevator.
The door closed and the facade fell.
Doha saw an actual transformation as the stern and expression Song-rik morphed into an embarrassed mess right in front of him.
"I’m sorry. I’ll make sure to take care of the rumours," Song-rik said as his voice wobbled with shame. "I didn’t know they were that interested in my love life."
"What employee isn’t interested in their boss’ love life? It’s peak gossip material," Doha said with a grin.
He finally felt at peace as Song-rik behaved like usually did around him. Stern Song-rik was hot but he clearly liked this clumsy one more.
After all the sadist inside him could never give up teasing him.
They exited the elevator and walked what seemed like a floor turned into Song+rik’s personal use.
In front of a huge pair of wooden doors was a table, where two secretaries sat and promptly ignored the existence of Song-rik and Doha as they entered the doors.
Doha found them extremely professional.
When they were finally inside, Doha looked around in awe as the large room the doors opened into was a private office, with its personal hosting room. But Song-rik took Doha behind another door that was behind his work table.
The door opened further into another zone of a private area, solely for the use of the Director.
That place seemed like a luxury hotel room. With a open shower, bath, kitchen and everything.
"Is this your actual house, hyung?" Doha asked in awe.
"Hahaha, no, but I do get stuck here for days when there’s a lot of work."
Song-rik answered, pleased. "So my cake please."
Doha immediately pulled up the gift wraped cake he had brought.
"I feel like you did something to it again." Song-rik mentioned his suspicions as he held the box and the two of them settled around the kitchen island doubling as a dining area.
"Open and find out for yourself, if I did anything to it, hyung."
Doha settled himself on the high chair like a brat.
Song-rik got a little curious and opened the wraps carefully as to not damage the cake.
When he finally opened it, it hand a strange drawing in place of writing. Song-rik looked confused at the strange drawing.
There were two circular bumps overlapping onto each other on the cake drawn with white icing to make it stand out against the brown fondant.
Song-rik tilted his head in confusion
"It’s crazy how you’re getting better at this as your lines are less wobbly this time. But... what exactly is it?" He commented carefully observing the lines.
"Come on, that’s a very familiar drawing, hyung, how can you not recognise it?" Doha whined.
"No matter how much I think, I can’t figure out what it is."
"You’re so dumb, hyung. Look (points to the curves), it’s a cake. I drew a cake on a cake."
"Huh? What sort of cake is that?"
"Your cake."
"Huh?!"
"Do you remember when you came to me drunk and stripped to my room?"
"Huh!! >/////<!! Why are you bringing that up!?!"
"You laid on by bed with your butt sticky out. That’s exactly it."
"What?!"
"The beautiful image and the cute jiggles of that pair of puppies haven’t left my mind since."
By Song-rik had his face turned so red it was embarrassing to call it blushing anymore. All his composure and attitude from being in his office had run out.
What remained was a red mess staring at Doha then at the cake in embarrassment.
"How....! How can you be so shameless!!!?!" Song-rik retorted as he devised to temporarily retreat into the bathroom.
But as his fate would allow it, he was caught mid flight by his ’docile’ boyfriend.
Doha picked up Song-rik and placed him on the kitchen island and began undressing him in the most seductive manner possible.
Tearing them off him.
"What are you doing....?!" Song-rik yelped when his shirt was being torn off.
"What do you mean, hyung? I’m eating," Doha said looking up into Song-rik’s eyes innocently.
"How.... How’s that eating???!"
"I’m eating my cake."
Doha then proceeded to twirl around Song-rik so his stomach was on the marble. Song-rik winced at the sudden cold on his stomach.
Doha grabbed a handfull of the cake and scattered small bits of it all over Song-rik’s back and especially his... butt. Evening rubbing it in.
Having quit on his cafe job had given Doha all the time in the world to come up with different tormenting ideas for Song-rik.
Song-rik had now given up resisting because in all truth, he had begun enjoying the ’cake’ treatment.
Doha put a spoonful of the cake into Song-rik’s mouth first and grinned sinfully as he brightened up.
"You eat your cake, hyung. I will eat mine."
And Doha began licking the bits of cake he had placed all over Song-rik.
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