Wonbin’s not even his secretary. He’s got his own water fountain and is regularly pumped full of low-fat cappuccinos, so his direct superior clearly wants to make a show of him amongst all the trashy, first-floor types. His hair is elegant and his fingers are long and he’s a disgustingly attractive kind of person for all those reasons. Offensively beautiful but works hard.

Today he’s constantly up, walking past the glass door of Eunseok’s office, always with a file in his hand or, in one case, a neatly-wrapped Christmas gift. His perpetual motion gives little opportunity to see what he’s wearing or that face of his. Eunseok asked if he slept badly once, on account of that first-rate pout, but all he’d received was a quiet No, not quite. His formality is castratory; there’s no greater rejection than that of Park Wonbin.

For a moment he stops by the door of Eunseok’s office. He pauses before knocking, shuffling his dress shoes.

“Come in,” Eunseok says.

Wonbin admits himself with his usual dollish clemency, his shoulders tight and expression poised but imperfect.

“I wondered if you,” Wonbin says, standing in-between the hallway and Eunseok’s office with a delicate hand resting on the doorframe, “would be interested in helping decorate the tree.”

Eunseok glances down at his desk, but not for long. Wonbin looks the same but different. All his features are still there, glossy and big, but his body is poorly obscured by the gauzy fabric of his shirt. It’s so sheer that you might touch it and the sensation would not be filtered at all, as if you were touching the skin itself, or in fact it would cause an even greater shiver from its coolness and delicate texture. His arms are a little more opaque, conversely leaving his chest most exposed at all. Even his nipples are pink, quite small…

“Eunseok-ssi, the tree?”

“Were you wearing a jacket earlier?”

Wonbin nods. “I’ve got all the decorations beneath my desk, so,” he says, thumbing the door frame again. Wonbin’s nipples. So fucking cute. Just adorable. And when else is Eunseok ever going to get a chance to see them again? Somehow turning the heating off and watching them grow hard seems like the best and worst plan he can come up with. It feels wrong to play God like that — besides, he’ll probably just put the jacket back on. “I would ask Sohee-ssi, but I did it with him last year and he has such difficulty getting it up.”

“…Right.”

Wonbin smiles politely, bites his lip.

“Where did you get your blouse from?”

“I’m not sure it would suit you,” Wonbin says.

Eunseok, given half a chance, would suck on his nipples until he cried and begged him to touch him all over, elsewhere, because that he was so sensitive there, Eunseok, and to have some mercy. It would be so intense that Wonbin would make these heaving great moans, throaty with tears also, and hold Eunseok’s head down on the right spot until Wonbin came in his work trousers.

“OK,” Eunseok says. “That's all?”

“I think so,” Wonbin says.

“You see that little switch there for the blinds?” Eunseok says, not standing up too tall. “Can you just turn that on as you leave?”

“No problem, sir.” Wonbin turns around and adds, “Come quickly, the tree won’t put up itself.”