It's another date with another man. In frustration, Unwoo sighed as he sat in the restaurant waiting for the man across from him to stop talking with his mouth open. There was more to this man than just his food being sloppy. He was arrogant and sexually incompetent which turned Unwoo off. As Unwoo became increasingly irritated with the conversation, he began checking the time on his smart watch.

'8:30 PM. Shit...'

It had only been thirty minutes, but it had felt like hours. There was nothing better than watching birds fight for breadcrumbs in the street instead of listening and watching the middle aged man talk about his family problems and how he wants to divorce his wife, while spooning a mouthful of bacon cream pasta into his mouth. Seeing the noodles fall out of the man's mouth, and then drop to the plate as he continued to eat, Unwoo was sick to his stomach. Moreover, he was spewing cream sauce everywhere. The two were being watched by other people in the restaurant, Unwoo noticed as he scanned across the room. His body was filled with dread and embarrassment. His only goal was to get out of there as soon as possible.

After sending his best friend a destressing text message, Hwiseong left him on read, much to his surprise.

'That fucking bastard always out drinking.....**** head.'

He laughed as he yelled, "AHAHAHAHAH CRAZY RIGHT!?".

As Unwoo placed his phone back down on the table, he looked up at the old man in confusion.

In an irritated tone, he asked, "Are you listening?".

Unwoo rolled his eyes as he sipped at his red wine and swirled it in his hands. After placing it gently on the table, he sighed of disappointment, looking straight at his date with his arms folded.

"Look. I'm just going to be brutly honest with you. I think you need to work through some of your issues, while also trying to learn some table manners."

In shock, the middle-aged man's face turned pale as he could not believe what Unwoo was saying. Suddenly, his face turned red as if he'd been slapped or cursed by his wife.

"H, H, How dare you speak like that to me. I'm older than you!"

"That isn't an excuse for you to eat your food so sloppy. What are you five?"

"You arrogant bitch!"

Unwoo was thrown champagne by a middle-aged man. A stick-wet residue slowly dripped down Unwoo's face and neck, slowly creeping down to his favourite white turtleneck as he closed his eyes and sighed with annoyance. Being unable to look at him, let alone be in the same room as him, for the remainder of the day. As Unwoo began to leave, he grabbed his phone and jean jacket. However, as he was about to leave, a man grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Where do you think your going?" The man's grip tightend.

"I'm going home. Get your hands off me." Unwoo's voice started to ring through the resturant.

"No. Do you think you can go away that easily, without giving me what I want?"

His gaze was like that of someone about to stab the man with a fork.

"Let go of me."

"No. We had a deal."

"That deal is off."

His angry eyes stared down at him as he was pulled closer.

"Listen you stuck up bitch. This is what is going to happen. We are going to have dinner, then you are going to come up to my room, where I am going to use your body however I please, and you are going to accept it because you're nothing but a slut who is nothing but hungry for the taste of men's cock."

Unwoo spat in the guy's face in retaliation. Who was this man thinking he was? That's so rude of him to talk to him like that. Even though Unwoo was nothing more than a university graduate, he had no right to speak like that to him.

"Let me tell you how this really is going to go. You are going to let go of me, or by help me god I'm going to call the resturant manager to come and remove you. Then I'm going to go your wife, who is sitting upstairs in another hotel room waiting for you to come back from your 'meeting', and tell her where you were and what you were doing."

All hotel guests, sat in awe watching them both in awe as Unwoo's voice echoed through the room. An overwhelming feeling of shame and embarrassment overtook him, and he quickly left the restaurant and the hotel. Putting on his jean jacket, he sat on a small bench outside. In the midst of his pondering, he pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket.

'Some fucking date that was, never again....'

When his phone started buzzing in his pocket, he checked it and saw that it was Hwisung, his best friend.

'About time this bastard called.'

"Hello?"

- Hey Woo\, what you doing? How's your date?

"It was a fucking shit show...."

- Oh shit. Really?

"Yeah."

- Damn. Okay\, well why don't you come over and have a drink with me and my friends?

"You're straight friends, that just talk about girls, and how pretty their bodies are? No thanks I think I'll pass."

- Oh come on! I promise we'rnt doing that. I'm actually at a company dinner\, and my boss said it was okay to invite a friend. He's paying for everything.

"Wow, sounds exciting..." Unwoo let out a sarcastic voice.

-Woo~~~! Come on!!!

"Ha.... fine. I'll come, just let me call a taxi."

-Sure, I'll give you the address.

When Unwoo received a notification from Hwiseong containing the address, his phone buzzed.

- OH! Also make sure you bring some-

"Okay bye!"

The call was ended as quickly as Unwoo could. A trip to the store to get alcohol for his friend, and for his friend's work colleagues he didn't even know, nor did he care to meet, was the last thing he wanted to do. He was soon on his way to the restaurant when the taxi he reserved pulled up in front of him.

***

Upon pulling up, the taxi stopped in front of a restaurant that seemed quite fancy. It was one of Seoul's most expensive Korean BBQ restaurants, so Hwiseong's boss must have been extremely wealthy.

Entering the restaurant, he was greeted by the sound of calm, classical music. The people were dressed in formal attire, similar to those at the hotel. Trying to find his friend, he walked around the restaurant. An attractive man in a shirt and tie waved at him soon after. His friend Hwiseong was inviting him over. A little bow was exchanged between Unwoo and the other work colleagues. They all greeted him except for one man who was looking over the dinner menu while slowly sipping red wine at the head of the table.

The colour of the man's eyes caught Unwoo's attention rather than the fact that he didn't greet him. Under the light, his eyes appeared purple, blue, which oddly matched his pale skin tone. In addition, the man had a sharp chiseled jaw line, and ears that jutted out just a bit. Unwoo always found that to be quite an attractive trait in a man. With neatly tamed eyebrows and a clean kyle-cut hairstyle, along with a tiny bang covering part of his forehead, he looked more refined and polished. The man was wearing a striped shirt, a black tie, and a vest that was neatly fastened and had a pocket watch hanging from it on the upper left.

After closing the menu, the man placed his glass on the table and turned towards Unwoo. A small wave accompanied his smile.

"Hello, I guess you are Hwiseong's friend, yes?"

Unlike most of the men at this table, the man's voice was low and not sharp. Instead, this man spoke softly and with a slight husky tone. However, it was enjoyable to listen to as well.

Unwoo nodded, "Yes, I am. I'm Unwoo Tak."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Iruk Wi."

In the face of his odd appearance, and his odd voice, Unwoo could only nod and smile. The lights in the restaurant made his eyes seem like purple sequins, which Unwoo couldn't stop admiring.

"Please, have as much as you want. You must be hungry." He said kindly to Unwoo.

"Thank you, I haven't had anything all day."

In order to make a porkbelly lettuce wrap, Unwoo began by taking out his stainless steel chopsticks and spoon from under the table.

He opened his eyes as he tasted the porkbelly and his mouth exploded with sweetness.

'So this is what expensive meat tastes like...'

His best friend, patted him on the back, and chuckled loudly.

"Mr Wi, only gives us the best here."

Mr Wi, nodded while Unwoo, gave him a thumbs up as if to signal him that it was great. Unwoo and Mr. Wi discussed a few things before Mr. Wi leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table.

"So, Unwoo what do you do for a living?"

As he answered Mr Wi's question, he kept his hand over his mouth while he still had porkbelly in his mouth.

"I majored in journalism, and with a minor in film production."

"Oh how intersting, is journalism a field you are looking to go down?" Mr Wi, added as he nodded his head slightly, showing that he was listeing intentivly.

"Yes, I do. However, my real passion lies in writing novels, I want be a writer."

"I see, that's interesting because we are a publishing company also."

"Really?"

"Yes, I am the CEO of Galmae Light Publishing ."

In response, Unwoo's eyes grew larger. In Korea Galmae Light Publishing was one of the most popular book publishing companies. Authors who had debuted by Galmae Light Publish had seen their books become populr on an international scale! Not to mention, his favourite author of all time, was under that publishing company.

"Uh!" His friend cried.

"Why didn't you tell me you worked for Galmae Light Publishing?!?"

"Wasn't it obvious? How do you think I am able to give you all those manuscripts from your favourite author, before they are published?"

"Oh..." Unwoo, turned his attention back to Mr Wi. "I'm such a big fan of your company sir."

Irook, chuckled in response, and his face turned redder, and not from the alchohol.

"We're just a tiny publishing company. But thank you for your compliment."

In truth, Unwoo knew that Wi was being overly modest, as Galmae Light Publishing was far from. In hopes that it would become a stepping stone, he wanted to work at the company in order to be like his idol, Park Gyutaek, a famous BL webnovel author. In the winter of last year, just after he graduated, he applied, but he didn't make it past the document screening. Once again, he failed to pass the document screening this winter. At first, he wanted to let Mr. Wi know that he applied, hoping he would be offered a job there and then, but he recognized that wouldn't have been appropriate.

"Hwiseong, told me you applied to us, a few times and failed to pass the document screening." As Mr. Wi ate a lettuce wrap with pork belly, he informed him.

As Unwoo felt slightly embarrassed, he nodded slightly.

"Why don't you stop by tomorrow, and I will look over your documents. Do you have a CV ready to hand me?"

"Yes...but not right now. I can print one and have it ready by tomorrow."

Mr Wi, took a sip of his wine. " Wonderful, than come by the company at around 1:00PM. I'll meet with you then."

While emotions continued to flood Unwoo's overstimulated mind, Unwoo bowed in gratitude. A magazine company that was among the best in the country was like a dream come true for him.

"Oooh! Our boss is young, and cool." Her face flushed from alcohol as she held her wine glass.

Once again, Unwoo turned to face Mr Wi, who smiled at him, and he smiled back. In Unwoo's ear, Hwiseong whispered.

"He's only Thirty-one years old."

"What?!" Unwoo, whispered while taking a sip of wine.

Hwiseong winked at him. "He's also single, and ready to mingle."

As his friend insinuated, Unwoo choked on the wine.

"Shut the **** up, he might be my future boss. I'm not going to **** my boss seong!"

"Why not? That way you might get promotated, as they say you gotta bang your way to the top." Hwiseong, added with a cheeky chuckle.

It was obvious that Hwiseong was drunker than drunk. These crude things would not be said lightly by him. Hwiseong did have a point, in a weird way it would be kinda hot to sleep with his future boss, considering he is very clean, well dressed, and good looking. There was no doubt that he was ticking all of Unwoo's boxes. He continued to stare at his future boss while taking another sip of wine.

'I wonder what he is packing under that suit.'

Taking a slow bite out of his lip at the thought of sharing a bed with his boss, he also daydreamed about all the things he wanted to do to him. His dream was to get fucked by him in the office after all the workers had left. Just the two of them in that big company, sitting on top of him and riding him while he sat in a comfortable office chair. The smell of sweat and *** filling the office.

Suddely there was a tap from his friend.

"Unwoo!"

"What?!" Unwoo, snapped out of his day dream.

"My boss asked you a question."

"Sorry, I seem to have drunken a little too much wine." Unwoo laughed nervously.

Mr Wi, chucked and shook his head, signiling to him that it was okay.

"I was just wanted to ask if you'd like to come with us to another bar we plan on heading over too, in about ten minutes?"

Unwoo, nodded as he leaned slightly on to Hwiseong in a intoxicated state, giving a thumbs up. "That is fine by me.....huk!"

***

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 ****** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 ****** 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 ****. Unwoo then descreatly replied with the middle finger.

"I must of 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'

***

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 ***** 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 *****, 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, "****...". "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 ***** 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 *****.

"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 ***** 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,