The warm sunlight streaming through the window from early morning had been toasting the top of my head as I sat at my desk. Aside from the sound of water boiling in the kettle and the noise of the bill counter, it was the same easygoing office atmosphere as always.
With the fragrant scent of coffee mix drifting through the air on top of that, was there any paradise on earth quite like this! ……Or so I had been thinking until a moment ago.
Thud— Thud—
The sunlight that had been settling on the crown of my head had long since gone elsewhere, and the dull, repetitive sound thundering above me had finally scraped the very last of my patience down to nothing. My eyebrows angled sharply upward at the grating noise, and my lips pressed tightly shut.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
My brow furrowed hard, and the irritation I could no longer hold back burst right out of my mouth. Ah, I’d been doing so well cutting back on the swearing for a while now!
My face was written all over with irritation I couldn’t hide, but my fingers kept moving without pause — tap, tap, tapping out messages.
[The weather is so nice today!♪(^∇^)]*
[╰(°▽°)╯ Ditch work and go on a date?]
[Baaabe, are you busy~? ＞﹏＜ Whatcha doinggg]
It was part of my daily routine to wonder about my boyfriend’s day and send him texts from the moment we each left for our respective offices until we clocked out. Naturally, throwing up a middle finger at my adorable boyfriend was nowhere in that routine.
“Aaugh!”
Sending a vile thing like that to my boyfriend! And a double middle finger at that……!
At such an absurd texting blunder, I grabbed my phone and let out a shriek, then started yanking at my own hair.
“AAAGH! Hyung!”
Not my own hair, actually — I’d grabbed and yanked the innocent head of hair belonging to Bulgom, who had been loitering nearby.
He hadn’t been replying all day, so half out of spite and half to hurry him along, I’d been firing off texts and emoticons in a frenzy — and in the middle of all that, a catastrophic mistake had unfolded.
It’s not a swear word! I mean it! Ah! What if he misunderstands? I can’t even unsend a text that’s already gone out…… This is all because of that damn noise from upstairs! Of course, the noise didn’t move my fingers to make a typo, and it didn’t secretly press the send button either — but anyway, it was not my fault.
I brushed Bulgom’s hairs off my hand and refocused, starting to type out another message.
[That was a typo, babe♥ Don’t get the wrong idea!]
[♥]
[♥]
[♥]
[♥]
[♥]
[♥]
My plan was to bury the embarrassing typo under an avalanche of hearts.
“Hey, Mangchi!”
“Yes, hyung!”
The guy had been sitting on the sofa dunking snacks into his freshly brewed coffee mix, but the moment I barked at him he pulled his tongue back in and came running over. Held in arms covered in muscles so bulging they looked ready to burst was the snack he’d been soaking in coffee until it had gone soft and soggy.
I crooked my fingers twice, and the snack ended up in my mouth as a matter of course. Chewing it, I hit send on the tenth heart and said:
“Go up there and tell them to keep it down.”
“Yes, sir!”
With the same magic fingers that had effortlessly stolen his snack without a single threat or act of violence, I gave a vague wave upward — and Mangchi bellowed in response. He sucked the remaining crumbs off his fingertips with a reluctant expression, then headed straight out of the office.
Thud— Thud-thud—
Damn, sounds like they’re tap dancing up there.
When I first heard that god-awful thumping, I hadn’t been this worked up about it. People go through things — they might test the patience of the person downstairs with a hammer heel, or rattle someone’s nerves with a sudden bout of drilling, or stoke someone’s rage by showing off their catastrophic singing voice.
But there’s a limit to everything. The noise I’d assumed would stop after once or twice had already been going on for over an hour.
BOOM— Thud! Thud!
Thanks to my boyfriend who still hadn’t texted back, I kept picking up and putting down my phone, turning the screen on and off like a madman. Eventually, I tossed my phone aside and sank deep into my office chair, crossing my legs up on the desk.
Then I felt heat creeping up my face, and I buried it in both palms, letting out a silent scream. It was because something that had happened at home right before coming to work had flashed through my mind.
‘Hah— Ah! Right there—’
Each time he thrust in deep, the skin just below my navel rose up in a slight bulge. The man ran his palm over it as if smoothing it down, then pressed down firmly.
‘Here?’
‘Ngh!’
I was already struggling to breathe properly under the sheer size of him, and then he went and pressed down on my lower belly — the part holding him inside me — without a shred of mercy. My whole body trembled uncontrollably.
‘Does it feel that good. Hm?’
The movements of his hips were fierce, almost savage — yet the kisses he pressed to my face and the voice that came with them were unbearably gentle. That tenderness was what I had loved about him from the very beginning, enough to make me lose my mind. The soft yet lust-drenched voice made me genuinely afraid my eardrums might melt.
I nodded again and again at the fingers stroking my cheek and the man kissing my nape.
‘Yes— Mmh, yes, I, hah! I like it— Mmh!’
At first I’d pushed him away, overwhelmed by the pleasure crashing into me like a wave — but now that I knew how much excitement it brought, I chose to take it quietly instead. The man made no effort to hide the satisfied smile my reaction drew out of him.
Caught off guard by that brilliantly handsome face of his, I’d let my guard down — and in that moment he hooked both my legs over his shoulders and drove all the way in. As if there were still room to go deeper, even though there wasn’t.
The quick, rhythmic wet sounds filled the room. Every time he struck the same spot inside me with that relentless, steady pace, my mind went blank like an idiot with each thrust. My eyes kept rolling back, drool leaking from my parted lips. I moaned and clung to him as if the only thing that existed in the entire world was his cock filling my hole.
‘There, right there, hit it harder— Mmh, hit it, hit it harder— Ugh!’
At some point I had grabbed his hand — which had been working at my chest — and pulled it back down to my navel. Then, with eyes that could barely focus, I looked up at him and urged him on.
‘Faster— Mmh—’
And at that, his perfectly composed face crumpled all at once, and he pounded into me—
Thud!
“Oh, for—!”
I pulled my face out of my palms and glared daggers at the ceiling, the source of the noise.
“That useless Mangchi — whenever I send him to do something, nothing ever gets done fast enough!”
I was pulling my legs off the desk to go deal with it myself when—
“Oh…….”
Hard.
I had no choice but to awkwardly sink back into the chair and cross my legs. Unable to wait even a second, I reached for my phone. Opening my call log, I could see a list of idiotic names — Bulgom, Mangchi, Gamja — and right there among them, the only name marked with a red heart.
“Hehe.”
My eyes curved with a pleased, lopsided smile and the corners of my mouth lifted.
My boyfriend♥
Just looking at his saved name made my chest feel full and ache warmly. He was a person who gave me a sense of completeness simply by existing, without doing anything at all. I felt like standing in front of the whole world, hoisting him up, and shouting that he was mine. Every single day when our eyes met, a line like something out of a cheap drama — so this is what real love feels like — floated through my head.
In short: I was completely, hopelessly gone for this man.
Thud-thud!
The dopey grin I’d been wearing faded in an instant. The thumping noise sent the corners of my mouth crashing to the floor.
Right. Can’t go on like this. I can’t spend the whole day feeling like garbage.
What I was really worried about was having to sit in the office all day with a hard-on, but I knew a cure-all remedy that would solve everything in one shot. And that was my boyfriend’s v-o-i-c-e♥
He hadn’t replied despite the absolute spam bombardment of texts I’d sent him — he must have been busier than usual today — but there was nothing to be done about it. I needed to hear that handsome voice of his right now, or I was going to lose it!
I pressed the call button without hesitation and brought the phone to my ear.
What had he eaten for lunch since it was already past noon? He hadn’t skipped it because he was busy, had he? What if jealous coworkers were giving him a hard time? Then I’d have to pick a day and go beat them up. I was humming to myself and pacing back and forth around my desk when—
“Oh…….”
I pulled the phone away from my ear as I heard the automated message directing me to voicemail.
He’s not picking up? My call…… he’s not picking up……?
“Hyung, is something wrong?”
Bulgom pushed his face in front of mine — smoothing down his disheveled hair — as I stood there staring blankly at my phone screen with a grave expression. Scared the hell out of me, damn. Using that face to startle people. I considered smacking him but let it go. This wasn’t the time to worry about things like that.
“My boyfriend isn’t picking up my call…….”
Shake shake shake shake — my leg was bouncing like crazy, without even realizing it.
“He’s probably just busy with work.”
“You think so?”
I tried to brush it off as nothing, but my fingers moved on their own toward the call button. I called again, but all I got was the same automated voicemail message again. My leg started shaking even faster than before.
“What if someone kidnapped him because he’s too good-looking……? Or what if the Yuseong faction got to my boyfriend……?”
Ominous thoughts came spilling out one after another, like threads from different bolts of cloth all tangled together at the ends.
“Hyung, I’m certain nothing like that has happened…….”
Bulgom’s face twisted in a strange way and got even uglier. The irritation that had already been surging inside me exploded beyond control at the sight of his mug.
“What do you know! What makes you so certain? Did you see him? Did you?!”
I grabbed Bulgom’s toad-like face in both hands and shook it back and forth, spitting everywhere.
“What are you, his keeper. When did you see him! How did you see him! Why were you looking! Did you see everything?! Huh? Did you see ALL of it?!”
“Gah, h-hyung! I didn’t see a thing, guh, not a thing, I swear!”
“You sure about that?!”
My eyes had gone wild in a very different way from this morning. I had gone from grabbing his face to grabbing his collar before I even noticed — and just then:
“Ah, right.”
I shoved Bulgom sideways and picked up my phone again.
“Gack, cough, hack — did a message, cough! Come in?”
“No.”
Just in case. Just in case my line of work had somehow put my boyfriend in danger — the location tracking app I’d quietly installed recently had suddenly crossed my mind.
I went back to humming the same tune I’d paused. Hm-hm-hmm— Bulgom’s expression curdled at the sourceless humming, but I didn’t care.
“Let’s see—.”
I opened the app and pulled up the screen showing the other person’s location.
In an instant, my humming cut off — and the thumping from upstairs went silent. The sound of the kettle and the bill counter that had been running all along went quiet too. A perfect, complete silence settled over the office.
“What is this……?”
There was a note warning of a possible margin of error, so I rotated the map, zoomed out, zoomed back in, checked it multiple times — but the location the app was pointing to was unmistakable.
“……A hospital?”
“Hey! Bulgom! Stop hyung!”
“Huh?”
Mangchi flung the office door open with a face drained of all color and shouted.
“I said stop Lee Gang hyung!”
Stop me? Ha — and just how do you plan on stopping me?
Call me a mad fighting dog, a crazy mutt, a chihuahua straight from hell — stick whatever nasty nickname on me you like. Spread all the wild rumors you want, like I made a deal with the devil and traded away my good looks and my conscience. None of it was enough once you put it up against those two syllables: Lee Gang.
And so why am I even going into all of this?
“Damn it! There go those eyes again! Grab him!”
Because starting right now, I’m going to act every bit like the rabid dog I am — and beat the living hell out of whoever it is that sent my boyfriend to the hospital.
