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“Could you extend my deadline… to noon?” Yoonshin asked.
“I’ve never extended a deadline for an associate before. How about referring to that?” Sehun suggested.
After dwelling on that answer, Yoonshin replied, “But I’m different from other associates.”
“How so?”
“Well…” Yoonshin trailed off.
Sehun had already gotten up and picked up his vest. He glanced down at Yoonshin, who was sitting idly on the couch. Yoonshin’s exposed torso must have bothered Sehun as he pulled up the disheveled shirt that was draped around Yoonshin’s waist back on his shoulders. Yoonshin looked down at the fabric that covered his upper body and then up at Sehun.
Yoonshin wanted to say that he was different because he was Sehun’s lover or because they were going out. There were a lot of things he wanted to say and could have said, but he wasn’t sure if he should. The best he could do was to repeat himself. “I’m different.”
Sehun couldn’t refute it either, so his brow creased slightly. He gently guided Yoonshin’s chin to look up at him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Yoonshin’s eyes fluttered closed and opened when the other’s soft lips pulled away.
“Is this your answer?” Yoonshin asked.
“I’m thinking about it. Whether I should allow myself to be used or not.”
“You’re not even willing to give me special treatment for trivial things like extending my deadline. Why do you keep saying that I’m using you…? So, are you really going to just leave like this? Can’t you sleep over? I’ll do my work, and you can sleep on my bed.”
“Why should I? I can’t find one, so give me a well-grounded reason.”
“It’s upsetting seeing you get up unfazed after s*x.”
Sehun glanced at his watch, calculating the time he had left, then shook his head. “Are you telling me I should laze around while you work? I have things to do too. I also want to hurry up and get clean.”
‘But there are bathrooms here too. Three at that,’ Yoonshin wanted to say, but how resistant Sehun was despite his pleas made a lump rise to Yoonshin’s throat, stopping the words from coming out. He felt like he was the only one who wanted to be together with Sehun, so he felt a little hurt as well.
As Yoonshin pressed his lips in a firm line and the color cooled down from his cheeks, Sehun observed the younger man’s reaction, then he asked, “Does this upset you?”
“A bit. What am I, a dumping place for your s*xual frustration? Since you’re leaving right after you came,” Yoonshin complained.
“You came on my clothes, so aren’t we even?”
“Whatever. Just go. You said you have things to do. I know that work is the only important thing in your life.”
Sehun gazed at Yoonshin with a very complicated face.
Yoonshin didn’t know what Sehun was thinking, but Sehun leaned forward once again. Instead of a short peck like before, he engaged in longer, more affectionate gestures. He kissed the younger man’s cheeks, lips, on each eyelid, and forehead in a clockwise motion, stamping his scent on Yoonshin’s face, and lastly, he bumped their noses together.
Then, Sehun said in a tender tone that he clearly put effort into, “I just don’t think I’ll be able to do any work if I stay here longer. I’m leaving while my head is clear.”
Yoonshin grinned, feeling a lot better. Then, he gently grasped Sehun’s hand. The firmness of the older man’s hands always felt good.
Sehun pulled the other’s hand to his lips, pressing onto the silken skin of the other’s hand, then pulled away.
“Include ‘feeling frustrated’ in a statement of claim and send it over.”
“Why a statement of claim, so randomly?”
“You have something that you want from me. So put it on your statement and send it. Of course, you’ll need to consider the current market, so I can compensate for your damages. If you’re going to rip me off, I’m rejecting it. I’m leaving now.”