Chapter 2 Prologue (2)

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• They went to a karaoke bar that looked expensive. He was greeted by staff who smiled and bowed as he entered one of the private rooms. An enormous leather sofa covered the entire room, with a large black marble table in the center that held a remote control for the TV, as well as a big brown book with a list of songs. A neatly arranged arrangement of tapas and wine, as well as different flavors of Soju, was arranged in the middle of the table.
• There was no doubt that this was a Karaoke night for the rich. The seating arrangement was awkward at first, and it took some time for Unwoo to figure out that Mr. Wi was center in the middle, so he had to sit right next to him.
• When the odor of Mr. Wi's cologone began to invade Unwoo's nostrils and seep deep into his brain, he felt his heartbeat begin to quicken. Due to the alcohol he had been drinking, Mr. Wi unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest and nipple area to Unwoo's view, as he felt hot. From Unwoo's perspective, the opening of the shirt revealed his muscular chest and clevege.
• A panic gripped Unwoo. While he tried to avoid looking down at Mr. Wi's shirt, he kept his eyes fixed on the TV screen. After a few seconds, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder by Mr. Wi.
• "Unwoo, would you care to do the honours?." He smiled a little, as he handed the microphone to him.
• Then Unwoo turned, smiling nervously at Mr. Wi, looking directly into his eyes in such an intimidating manner that even Mr. Wi seemed to look to the side. Inputting the song's title was the first thing he did after grabbing the microphone and the square-shaped remote. The main lights shut off, and a disco ball started rotating around them as the instrumental of the song began to play from the speakers and slowly flood the room when he pressed the start button on the remote. Then Unwoo opened his mouth and began to sing after closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Soju shot in hand, he began to sing heartfelt songs. He was clapped and cheered soon after the song ended.
• "Wow, you have seem to have a set of lungs on you. Very impressive."
• He was complimented by Mr. Wi. In lieu of a verbal response, Unwoo bowed. A smile spread across Mr. Wi's face before he gestured to Unwoo that he wanted to sing next. Then Mr. Wi also started singing a song in front of his coworkers after Unwoo handed him the michrophone. Unwoo continued to eat tapas between sips of soju. Perversely, Unwoo began daydreaming about Mr. Wi, his gaze naturally gravitating towards the opening of his shirt and then to the area between his muscular, thick thighs. Mr. Wi's tightly fitting pants allowed him to see the outline of his long and thick penis resting on the right side of his thighs.
• A rush of blood began to flow through his shaft as he licked his lips, causing his penis to slowly erect. Fortunately, it was too dark to notice, but when the lights came back on, he would have to place his jean jacket across his lap to conceal it. Slowly, he brought his gaze back up to Mr. Wi's face, as if taking a mental x-ray of him. Mr. Wi had a perfect face and nose, in fact everything was perfect. His appearance was better than the personal trainers he liked on Instagram.
• After a while, something caught Unwoo's attention which caused him to grin cheekily as though it were a sign from the universe. Almost just above the brown nipple of Mr. Wi, he could faintly see a small rainbow tattoo.
• 'So he is gay....'
• As he became more and more intrigued by Mr. Wi, he started pouring himself his third glass of red wine. He sat back and relaxed while listening to Mr. Wi's singing voice. The huge smile spread across his face as he realized the odds of sleeping with him were in his favor.
• The other half of him wanted to try it out, even though he knew it was wrong, because Mr. Wi might end up being his future boss. It was a theme he had read in many novels about Boy's Love. From above, spotlights shined brightly down on them once again as the song ended. Before standing up and bowing, colleagues cheered for their boss. His tipsy state caused him to fall back on the sofa and lay his head on Unwoo's shoulder.
• As Unwoo looked at his friend across the table, he noticed that he was looking at him with a little smirk. His friend then cupped his hand and began micking Unwoo secretly sucking a dick. Unwoo then descreatly replied with the middle finger.
• "I must have drank too much."
• The scent of wine emanated from Mr. Wi's breath as he murmured. As Unwoo felt a hand approaching his groin from just above his knee, he knew he had to react.
• He stopped him from going any further, since he didn't want Mr. Wi to make the mistake of outing himself in front of his entire company. The employees, fortunately, could not see what he was doing because of where they were seated. All they could see was a drunk boss laying his head on someone.
• Slowly raising his head from Unwoo's shoulder, Mr. Wi poured himself another drink.
• "Maybe it's a good idea you go home sir." A fellow co-worker suggested to him.
• Drukinly, Mr. Wi glanced at the time, and chuckled. "It's only 10:00 PM"
• As the coworkers all looked at each other uncomfortably, suddenly Hwiseong got up from the side of the couch and, with his face red as a tomato from all the alcohol, started taking off his tie, tying it around his forehead, as he started unbuttoning his collar.
• Hwiseong began to turn towards Unwoo, who was looking at him with a look of confusion as he said, "No....huk.....our boss is .....huk........right. It's too early to go home........huk...". With a smile, he pointed at him.
• "My best friend.....huk....Unwoo.....huk.......what a guy!....huk"
• As Unwoo shook his head in shame, he placed his hands on his forehead. Tonight, the last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself in front of Mr. Wi by a drunken Hwiseong.
• "Come....huk.......sing with me.......Unwoo. Let's show these.....people.......our famous..........duo....huk...."
• Using his arms, Unwoo formed the shape of an 'x', shaking his head quickly from side to side. The coworkers suddenly started cheering for Unwoo to sing.
• "Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!"
• The chant emanating from them filled the room, as if Unwoo had been transported to a stadium standing on stage in front of a huge audience. He sighed and stood up from the couch, putting his jean jacket around his waist as he walked toward his best friend.
• Seeing his jacket around his waist, Hwiseong looked down in confusion. Having explained the reason to him, Unwoo leaned closer to Hwiseong, and his face turned smirky.
• With the mic close to his lips, Hwiseong spoke loudly, causing the mic to echoe, like nails scratching on chalkboards. After Unwoo flinched, the rest of them let out a collective grumble of annoyance at Hwiseong.
• "Sorry...sorry!"
• A tap was heard on the mic from Hwiseong, "Testing....testing." He pointed at his boss and cheekily instructed him to play his and Unwoo's famous song. A disco ball started to rotate once again as Mr. Wi entered the number on the remote, with music and song lyrics playing on a screen as the room got darker.
• As they got into position, they danced a choreography to Kara's "Step it up". When they started singing the song and dancing, they cheered. Unwoo smiled at Hwiseong, and Hwiseong smiled back, as they reminisced about their university days together.
• There was a great deal of stress during those times since neither of them knew where life was going to lead them, nor what they would do with their lives, and all they knew is that they still had each other to fall back on.
• There was a louder cheer from the crowd. The coworkers started singing and chanting along as they passed the bridge and reached the main chorus.
• 'STEP IT UP STEP IT UP DASHI SHIJAKIYA, DO TEMPO OLLYUHSUH APJILLUH GALLEH~ JUST STEP IT UP STEP IT UP, DA BORAN DUSHI KUGEH VOLUME NOPYUH BABYE MY BABE~ LALALALA LALALALALALA'
• After the song finished, the rest of them continued to shout for an encore while shaking tamberines in the air. Unwoo glanced over at Mr. Wi, who had a bright smile on his face as he lifted up his wine glass and gave him a wink.
• Unwoo was about to return to his seat when Mr. Wi stood up, threw his blazer over his shoulder, and asked if anyone wanted to go outside. Since Unwoo had last smoked a while ago, he was desperate to have another one, and he was also looking forward to some one-on-one time with Mr. Wi.
• His mind muttered, 'Perverted bastard'
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• As they walked outside, the two of them exchanged glances. As the two of them stumbled across the karaoke bar to the designated smoking area, Mr. Wi put his arm around Unwoo's shoulder for support.
• During this time, Mr. Wi seated himself on a small wooden bench, lighting a cigarette, when he asked Unwoo to join him by tapping the empty space beside him. After lighting a cigaratte, Unwoo sat next to him. A big puff of smoke was blown out by them, and they started talking.
• It is safe to say that Mr. Wi, was a fascinating individual. His education included both a degree from Hankuk University in Seoul and a master's degree in literature and fine art from the University of Paris in France. He spoke both Korean and French as well as Spanish.
• It was a man full of culture, who spoke both of the greatest romantic languages in the world, but he sat feeling ashamed of himself, since he had never left Korea, nor was he able to speak another language besides English, which he probably butchered every time he spoke it. After taking another puff of smoke, Mr. Wi placed his arm once again on Unwoo's shoulder.
• "I'll give you a chance." He said.
• "What do you mean?"
• "I will give a job at my company, as a junior editor."
• Unwoo stood up and bowed in gratitude to his now new boss.
• "Thank you so much, I won't let you done!"
• Mr. Wi, took another intake of his cigaratte. "We'll go over the contract details, tomorrow when you bring all your documents. Even though I've given you the job now I need to make it look like I've given you a interview. You know...for formality."
• His dream had finally come true, Unwoo couldn't believe it. It was clear to him now that he was going to begin as a junior editor, editing other authors' novels, and providing them with feedback, while learning everything he could about being a good writer.
• Then, after gaining more experience, he would rise to the position of chief editor, possibly of a particular genre-perhaps BL-and then, from the experience gained, he would write his own BL novels, becoming a famous author. The golden ticket to his dreams was being handed to him by Mr. Wi, now sitting in front of him.
• "Word's cant describe how thankful I am sir. Really, I don't know how to return the favour to you. I'm no one special."
• Mr. Wi got up from the bench and walked up to him slowly, putting out the cigrartte with the bottom of his shoes, while looking deeply into his eyes.
• "I'm sure I can think of something." Mr. Wi said with a sly grin on his face, which gave the impression that he already knew what Unwoo had to do to repay him.
• A sly grin signaled Unwoo's understanding of Mr. Wi's message. As a response, Mr. Wi slowly walked up even closer, invading every last inch of his personal space.
• A concrete wall blocked Unwoo's only path out, and he was leaned against it. Slowly, Unwoo placed his hands around the belt buckle and felt Mr. Wi's torso. As Mr. Wi did not react or push him away, he too began to move his hands closer to Unwoo and began to compress his thighs below the bum cheek.
• He whispered in his ear, "You didn't think I noticed you staring down my shirt earlier?"
• Unwoo could do nothing but breathe. In the mid autumn air, he felt his breath shake with each exhalation, but it was not from the cold, but from the way Mr. Wi brushed his hands from behind his thighs to his bum cheek, making his way back to his back.
• A sigh escaped Unwoo's lips. Unwoo cried, "What if one of your coworkers sees us?".
• As Mr. Wi moved in closer, he made sure their bodies were compressed together, placing one hand on the concrete wall. "Do you want them to see us?" he asked. When Mr. Wi slowly began brushing his erect penis up and down, Unwoo felt it brushing against his groin.
• Unwoo whispered, "You're so big."
• "You want to touch it?"
• "...."
• Unwoo stood watching Mr. Wi unbuckle his belt slowly as he checked his surroundings. "I can't show you it in all its glory outside, but you can stick your hands down my trousers."
• Unwoo nodded as he slipped his hand down his new boss' trousers, and watched as his new boss flinched in response. As he wrapped every finger around his penis, his hand warmed. Mr. Wi's thick, hard shaft was slowly being gripped by his hand as he slowly moved it up and down. A huge sigh of relief was let out by Mr Wi as he closed his eyes.
• He moaned, "Fuck...". "Unwoo, can't you go faster?"
• In accordance with his boss' instructions, Unwoo accelerated his hand's movement. Increasing his speed only caused Mr. Wi to moan louder, so he had to kiss him to avoid someone hearing them and catching them in action. Warm wet tongue of Mr. Wi danced inside Unwoo's mouth with his tongue. It couldn't get any better than this.
• A small wall that stuck out was just big enough to hide behind, so Mr. Wi grabbed the back of Unwoo's head and pushed him towards the corner. He then pulled Unwoo's hand out of his pants by grabbing his wrist.
• "What's wrong sir?" Unwoo asked.
• "Nothing. I don't think anyone will come here."
• "..."
• "Do you want to have a taste of your boss's treasure?" He smiled.
• After getting down on his knees, Unwoo slowly removed Mr. Wi's trousers to reveal white-triangle pants with Versace embroidered around the elastic. Mr. Wi's big manhood sprung out and hit Unwoo on the cheek as Unwoo slowly pulled down his pants in an effort to savour this moment.
• Unwoo began to lick the circumsiced penis shaft with his tongue without hesitation. All the way down the ball sack, he started at the tip of the head. Then, knowing they had to return soon, Unwoo made no rush to start sucking deeply on Mr. Wi's penis.
• "Ha...Uuh....Your mouth feels so warm." Mr. Wi, started to pant in ecstasy.
• The faster Unwoo moved up and down, the closer he was to climaxing. Then as he grabbed Unwoo's head pushing his penis in deeper, he let out a huge grunt. The warm salty liquid trickled down Unwoo's throat, as he tried his best not to choke.
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