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Most days Jongwoo was satisfied with his decision to go back to school. After three miserable years in finance, he decided that he didn’t care about the job security, he wanted to be happy. He soon found himself admitted to Seoul National University’s literature program, majoring in Modern Korean Novels.
His mother was worried when he first told her, understandably. He had made very good money with his firm, but he hated every second of it. The personalities of his coworkers were carbon copies of the shitty classmates he had all those years ago. He had to wear a stiff suit. There were so many after-work events that he hardly had any time to himself.
He had always loved to read. But when the new year came around and he was reflecting on why he hadn’t been feeling like himself, he realized he hadn’t read a book in over a year. An entire year. He used to read at least one book a month, even when he was in university the first time. He felt like a light had gone out in him, that his job had taken a piece of his soul.
He wanted it back.
After gaining his acceptance, he put in his notice, saying that that he would be leaving a week before the school year started. He had plenty of money in savings, but he had acquired a bit of a high-end lifestyle, and he needed an adjustment period to deal with it.
He had to move out of his nice apartment. He needed to sell his car. He needed to cancel some of his lifestyle services. If he wanted to be able to make his savings last, he needed to go back to living like a student.
Unfortunately, a couple years of being financially secure had made Jongwoo very bad with money, and by the end of the first semester, he realized he needed to go back to work. Today was one of those days where he regretted it.
“Hello, are you still hiring for the part-time administrative position?” Jongwoo hoped the answer would be yes. He had visited so many locations this week with no luck. Most managers said he was too qualified or too old for their part-time positions or they weren’t offering enough money to make it worth Jongwoo’s time.
“Yes, actually.” The receptionist handed Jongwoo a piece of paper, an old-school job application. “The dentist is looking for someone to work afternoons or nights putting patient information into the electronic medical record. You will have to be okay with working by yourself and being self-paced.” She explained the position with a no-nonsense attitude, obvious that she had said this to many people before Jongwoo.
“Thank you. I’ll fill this out and bring it back to you later today.” Jongwoo bowed slightly and started to walk out the door.
“Oh, are you interested in our position?” A voice from around the corner asked.
A man in his mid-thirties came from the back and into the lobby. He was wearing glasses and a short white coat over his suit. He had longer hair than most other medical professionals, lightly bouncing atop his head as he walked. His shirt was buttoned all the way to the top in a way that normally made Jongwoo uncomfortable, but for some reason, now he found it charming.
“Yes, I’m in school so I’m looking for something with flexible hours.”
“Ah, a student. I don’t miss my university days. May I ask what you’re going for?”
Jongwoo was surprised. Most of his potential employers didn’t give him the time of day when he asked if they were hiring, and this man was actually carrying on a conversation with him.
“Korean Literature. I’ve always wanted to be a novelist, but I was talked out of pursuing it when I was younger, so I went into finance. I wasn’t happy, so here I am, doing something that I should have done when I was twenty.” Jongwoo sighed. He hated how much time he wasted doing something that made him miserable.
“That’s wonderful. I’m always glad to hear when people take charge of their joy.” The dentist gestured to the chairs in the empty lobby. “Would you like to have your interview now? I’m finished with my patients for the day.”
Jongwoo couldn’t contain his excitement. He had stopped by nearly thirty businesses with no luck. He finally had a real shot at getting a job.
What was funny about this whole situation was that if he was applying to highly coveted finance positions, he wouldn’t be having this trouble. He was first in his class and was a rockstar at his former place of employment. But no, he was struggling to get a position for twenty hours a week and barely more than minimum wage.
Jongwoo smiled and nodded politely to his potential boss and sat down.
“Do you have any medical office experience?” he asked, sitting in the chair directly next to Jongwoo, their thighs nearly touching.
“No, but I am a quick learner, and I’m familiar with using data entry software.” Jongwoo handed a copy of his resume to the man sitting next to him. “I worked in finance for several years, so I’m used to entering detailed information into a computer and being meticulous about accuracy.” Jongwoo had a very practiced professional voice that he hated, but it came in handy with situations like these. He hoped that if he got the job he would never have to use it here again.
“Great. The EMR can be a little confusing, but with training, I’m sure you’ll pick up on it in no time.” The dentist continued to look over his resume. “You live in Gangnam?” he asked, confused, referring to the address listed at the top of the document.
“Yeah, I gave up my old apartment to save money, but I couldn’t give up my neighborhood. I had grown quite fond of it over the years.” A small blush arrived on Jongwoo’s cheeks, not proud to be admitting this out loud. “This is kind of why I’m looking for a job. I had saved a lot of money at my last position, but since I haven’t worked in several months, and I’m still living somewhere expensive, my nest egg has withered much faster than I expected.”
The dentist chuckled and nodded, amused by the young man.
“I understand. I went a little crazy after I graduated dental school and started making a real salary. I guess that happens quite often to those of us who grew up poor.”
Jongwoo blinked, body utterly frozen.
“How did you know I grew up poor?” he asked, perhaps a little too accusatory.
“You were more concerned with financial stability than happiness when choosing a career. When you started to run out of money, you looked for a job instead of asking Mommy and Daddy for help. Your clothes are new and in good shape, but they’re still cheaper brands. It’s easy to spot someone who is like yourself.” He murmured his last sentence, and if Jongwoo hadn’t been so dialed in to his voice, he might have missed it.
Was he really so transparent? Just a poor kid who forgot his roots and is now crawling back to begging for a job?
“Oh, oh. Okay. Well thank you for meeting with me Doctor, well, I actually don’t know your name. I’ll fill out this application and bring it back later.” Jongwoo stood and turned on his heel, fully intending on never stepping back into this office again.
“Yoon Jongwoo, please stay. I’m sorry if I offended you. I think you would be great for this job. You know how to work hard. You have experience working on your own. As long as you’re okay with working mostly after 5pm, the job is yours.” The dentist had maintained the same monotonous tone that he used throughout their interaction, but this time it had an additional air to it. And it wasn’t one that Jongwoo could really identify.
Jongwoo didn’t really know what to do. He did not really want to work with someone who could read him so clearly. It unnerved him, as if his potential boss had special sight into his soul, despite just meeting him a few minutes prior.
“By the way, what’s your name? We didn’t have a proper introduction,”
“Seo Moonjo. Nice to meet you.” Dr. Seo held out his hand. “So, what do you say about the job?”
Jongwoo took a moment to consider but remembered the trouble he had recently looking for employment.
“It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Seo. And I’ll take it.”
A month into his new job, Jongwoo had really found his stride. He would come into the dental clinic as it was closing a few nights a week. He could wear casual clothes and play music as he completed his tasks. At first, he was a little scared to be in the office alone at night, but he quickly got used to it. He would get food delivered each shift and would play a drama on the lobby TVs while he ate. To be completely honest, Jongwoo had it made in the shade.
He wished he knew his coworkers a little better, but he’s glad he doesn’t have to deal with anyone too obnoxious. His former colleagues were insufferable in every sense of the word. He really couldn’t stand any of them.
He only spoke to two of his coworkers at the dental clinic. Dr. Seo, the dentist who owned the practice, and Jiho the office manager. The dentist always joked that she was Jongwoo’s real boss since she oversaw all administrative functions of the practice.
Moonjo and Jiho were almost always the only people left in the office by the time he arrived. She would give Jongwoo all the new charts from the day and give him a list of old charts to confirm and proofread. Moonjo would answer any questions about medical terminology or clarify some of his handwriting. He always left encouraging notes for Jongwoo in his workspace and would often leave candy around to share.
Jongwoo made less than a quarter of the income here than he did at his last job, but he loved it so much more. Yeah, it could be boring. Yeah, this neighborhood was a little scary. But Jongwoo was so happy he didn’t pass on this job just because his boss saw him a little too well.
One Friday afternoon, Jongwoo made his way into work, ready for a night of data entry and podcast listening. He walked up the four flights of stairs to the dental clinic, trying to get in some cardio. He had canceled his gym membership that year to save money instead of canceling his maid service.
“Good afternoon, Jongwoo. You’ve got quite the night of work cut out for you.” Jiho sat a stack of papers on the edge of the desk. “The internet was down today, so we weren’t able to update anything throughout the shift.”
Jongwoo groaned. He liked when he only had to enter visit notes, and not insurance or emergency contact information. But he sighed, remembering how well this job suited him.
“That’s alright, I guess. I’ll just treat myself to a nice dinner. By the way, can I drink wine while I do my work?” He asked, cheeky smile plastered across his face.
“I’d rather you’d not.” Jiho replied dryly, aware that Jongwoo was only joking.
“Where’s Dr. Seo?” Normally the dentist met him at the door if he wasn’t with a patient, and there seemed to be no one else there.
“He’s at a research symposium and dinner. He left about ten minutes before you got here. You should have seen him. He was in a tuxedo; it was quite the sight.” Jiho wagged her eyebrows at Jongwoo. “If I was only thirty years younger, I’d make that man mine.”
Jongwoo chuckled. Jiho was right. That man would be attractive in a potato sack. He grabbed the stack of papers, and walked back into the office, ready to work.
Four hours later, Jongwoo was in the lobby of the practice watching a variety show on the two televisions. He was sitting on the floor, using the coffee table for his dinner. As a treat to himself, he ordered steak, potatoes, and broccoli from the American restaurant down the street. Yeah, it was too expensive, but he deserved it.
He was finishing the last couple bites when Jongwoo heard the doorknob shake. He grabbed the steak knife, ready to defend himself from whatever was coming through the entrance.
What do I do? Do I hide? Do I attack? Are they going to steal my laptop?
Jongwoo’s questions were answered when the door unlocked and Moonjo walked through the entry, still dressed in his tux, but his bowtie was undone, hanging around his neck.
“Oh. Dr. Seo, you scared me.”
You scared me, and damn you’re hot.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Jongwoo. I should have called ahead of time to let you know I’d be stopping by.” Moonjo took in the younger man, sitting in the dark with a mostly eaten steak, both TVs playing the same show. “Working hard or hardly working?” he chuckled.
Jongwoo was wearing a comfortable, well worn t-shirt from a local band. His black jeans were snug against his legs, his feet bare.
Moonjo walked over to where Jongwoo was and rested next to him on the carpet. Jongwoo lightly shoved his shoulder with his own.
“I’m just on my lunch break. This is okay, right?” Jongwoo had the sudden realization that this was his boss, even if he liked to joke that Jiho was.
“This is perfectly okay. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. You do a great job here.”
“Thank you,” Jongwoo blushed, looking down at the roasted potato that remained on his plate. Moonjo always provided encouragement and praise, and it always made him feel shy.
Jongwoo finished his food and stood, ready to clean up and get back to work.
“Why did you come back? Did you leave something?”
“I did. My new journal was delivered here earlier today, and I wanted to peruse it this weekend.”
“Ah, ever the scholar,” Jongwoo joked. It was then he realized he had a piece of meat stuck in his teeth, and he couldn’t get it out on his own. “By the way, where do you keep your complimentary floss? My dinner decided to make a home in my teeth.”
Moonjo smiled and walked into the exam room and opened a drawer. Jongwoo followed closely behind the man, ready for some relief.
“When was the last time you had a cleaning?” Moonjo questioned, still looking in the cabinet for some extra floss.
“I don’t know, a few years? Finance is an unforgiving field, taking time off to go to the doctor or caring for yourself is highly discouraged.” Moonjo exaggeratedly gasped; it was strange to see so much emotion on his face, even if it was fake.
“You work at a dentist’s office! Sit in this chair, right now.” Moonjo grabbed the floss and walked to the center of the room. Jongwoo couldn’t tell if he was joking. “What did I say? Sit.”
The command made Jongwoo’s dick twitch. He immediately made his way to the chair and sat.
“Good boy. Open up.” Moonjo adjusted the light to shine into his mouth while also keeping it out of his eyes.
“What?”
“I’m going to floss for you. And I’m going to do a quick inspection to see how fast we need to make your appointment,” Moonjo stated.
Jongwoo knew Moonjo was a dentist, but this felt weird. He was his boss. He was in a tuxedo for God’s sake.
“Dr. Seo, you don’t have to. I’m a grown man. I can floss myself.” Jongwoo had never felt so embarrassed. He tried to stand, but Moonjo pushed him back into the chair with a firm hand.
If any other person had shoved him into a chair as he tried to leave, Jongwoo would have hit them and ran out the door. But for some reason he didn’t want to do that with Moonjo.
“I know you’re a man. That doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you. And I am a dentist. Do you think I won’t do a good job?” Moonjo’s eyes were normally intense, but now they were burning. Jongwoo had never been so close to him, and he hadn’t known just how good he smelled. He wasn’t sure if it was special cologne for the dinner, or if it was something that he wore every day, but Jongwoo knew he loved it.
The dentist placed his hands into some gloves, ripped off a piece of thread, and wrapped it around his fingers.
“Say ahh.” Jongwoo opened his mouth and closed his eyes, not wanting to look into Moonjo’s face while it was so close to him.
For the next few minutes, Moonjo flossed his teeth, removing the pieces of steak embedded in between the enamel. Once he finished, he prodded around inside Jongwoo’s mouth, inspecting him for any infractions that could be seen with the naked eye.
“You’ve done a very good job at caring for your teeth. I don’t see any gum disease or inflammation.” He withdrew his fingers from the younger man’s mouth, allowing him to speak.
“Uh, thanks. I guess I eat steak too often to not floss on a regular basis.” Jongwoo was still uncomfortable, both by having his boss’s fingers in his mouth and with the strange compliment.
Moonjo lowered his hands, placing one on Jongwoo’s knee. He used his feet to change the dentist’s chair into the standard sitting position instead of the recline.
“You take such good care of yourself, but does anyone take care of you?” Moonjo’s voice was deep, eyes burning into Jongwoo’s own.
“I mean, not really. I moved out of my mom’s house long ago and she still lives in Busan. Plus, I’m single, so it’s just me.”
Moonjo moved his hand a little higher.
“Don’t you want someone to spoil you?” He spoke quietly, so only Jongwoo would be able to hear. It didn’t matter that they were alone. It was just for him.
Jongwoo’s breath caught in his throat. This incredibly handsome man was touching him, offering to spoil him. Jongwoo managed himself, that was it. He couldn’t remember the last time someone other than his mom or brother was emotionally invested in him. He wanted to be cared for, and he definitely wanted to do whatever Moonjo was suggesting. He nodded.
Moonjo unbuckled Jongwoo’s belt and delicately pulled it out of the loops. Jongwoo’s hands gripped the arm rests of the chair. He unbuttoned his jeans, gradually unzipping them, Moonjo never breaking eye contact.
This is happening.
Jongwoo lifted his hips so Moonjo could pull down his pants. His dick was already getting hard, growing even when the dentist first entered his proximity.
“Just tell me when you want to stop, okay?” Jongwoo nodded. Moonjo spit into his hand and grabbed his shaft and began to pump.
The younger man groaned. This is not how he saw this night going. He wasn’t anywhere close to finished with his work. He was pretty sure the TVs in the lobby were still playing that stupid game show. He wasn’t even positive that the door had been locked.
Moonjo got down on his knees and adjusted himself in between Jongwoo’s legs. Looking up through his eyelashes, the dentist took the head into his mouth. He started slowly, delicately licking the glans. He pumped and moved on to Jongwoo’s balls, sucking gently on them. Jongwoo moaned, sound reverberating through the mostly empty exam room.
To get a better angle, the dentist lowered the chair so he could rest properly on his knees. He then put Jongwoo’s legs over his shoulders and went back to the task at hand.
Moonjo had never felt such a desire to do this to another person. This was part of sex and he always enjoyed providing pleasure, but this was different. For weeks he had imagined sucking Jongwoo’s dick, taking every drop he had to give.
Jongwoo’s hands made their way into Moonjo’s hair, whispering his name as he moved his lips along the shaft. His head lulled against the chair, in ecstasy from the man below him. He took him completely in his mouth, sucking and bobbing at a much faster speed. The exclamations from the younger man were surely being heard throughout the building, if there was anyone else left here.
Moonjo pulled off his cock with a pop, lips swollen and slick.
“Do you want my fingers?”
Jongwoo nodded, desperate for some extra stimulation.
Moonjo spit into his hole and edged his first finger inside. Jongwoo clenched and moaned, pushing back against the digit.
He moved his finger deeper, and once the younger man adjusted, he thrusted into him methodically. A second finger was added, and then a third. He twisted and curled, eventually finding the spot Jongwoo was desperate for him to discover. The dentist scissored his fingers, feeling the man beneath him squirm. Moonjo kissed and sucked on his thighs, biting them lightly.
Jongwoo was pulling on to the armrests, rocking against the long fingers inside him. He screamed with every bite, moaned with every lick. Moonjo was ripping him apart, and he hadn’t even given him his dick yet.
“More,” Jongwoo breathed.
Moonjo nodded and retracted his fingers. Jongwoo was left feeling empty and wanting, whining at the loss.
“Let’s move to the office.” The dentist picked the younger man up from the chair, allowing him to wrap his legs around his thin waist and lock his arms around his neck. He was deceptively strong, appearing to be too slight to carry a grown adult.
Jongwoo started to unbutton his tux shirt, which was hard to do with only one hand. Luckily, it didn’t take too long to make it to the couch. Moonjo threw him down on the cushions and immediately kissed him. He had already sucked his dick and opened his ass up, but he hadn’t kissed him yet.
His lips were soft and sweet against Jongwoo’s, a passionate molding against the other man. Moonjo briefly broke the kiss to pull the younger man’s shirt over his head, leaving him completely naked.
The dentist hovered over him, drinking in Jongwoo’s appearance. His tan skin contrasted starkly against the white couch. His lips were so pink, so full. Muscles were well formed under his skin. He smelled clean, like an expensive, lightly fragranced laundry detergent. His hair had grown long, split down the middle, bangs hanging in his face, growing damp with sweat.
“You are so beautiful,” Moonjo pushed the hair out of Jongwoo’s face and leaned in for another kiss, deeper this time. The younger man gasped, giving entrance for his tongue.
Moonjo tried to take off his coat and shirt, but Jongwoo stopped him.
“Leave the shirt on, just take off your pants,” he demanded against the dentist’s lips. He nodded and shucked his pants down to his ankles. His coat flew across the room, barely landing on his desk. The tuxedo shirt was left unbuttoned, undone bow tie still hanging from around his collar.
Jongwoo leaned forward and took Moonjo’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply, unhappy with the distance that came from undressing. The older man wrapped his arms around the smaller body before him, holding him tightly to his chest.
“Do you have any lube?” Jongwoo asked, albeit a little late in the game.
“Uh, not in the traditional sense. This isn’t my normal office routine.” Jongwoo laughed as he kissed him again, ego growing at the sentiment.
“Can we use toothpaste or something?” He made his way across the dentist’s jaw and nibbled on his ear. Unfortunately, the man jerked back at this question.
“Absolutely not! Do you want blisters?” He was dead serious, stern as a scolding librarian.
Jongwoo chuckled and pressed his head against Moonjo’s collarbone. The older man sighed, realizing that Jongwoo was joking.
The younger man leaned back against the arm of the couch and looked at the specimen before him. His features were so lovely, expression so innocent, body so seductive.
“Fine, no toothpaste. How about olive oil in the break room?” Moonjo bit his lip and thought for a moment and then quickly stood and scooted out of the room, pants still around his ankles. If he would have taken off his shoes, the action wouldn’t have been quite so awkward.
Jongwoo giggled as he rolled into the couch to cover his face.
Who would have thought this job would lead to this?
Moonjo sauntered back into his office, completely naked except for the bow tie, which was now tied, bare around his neck. He was holding a small packet of oil.
He is so fucking hot. How did I get so lucky?
“This makes me feel like a teenager,” the older man grumbled.
“Just come here.” Jongwoo held out his arms, inviting Moonjo into them.
He placed a knee on the couch and leaned over him, gazing at his content expression and placed a quick kiss on his lips. Jongwoo wrapped his arms around him, dragging his fingers lightly up and down his back.
Moonjo lifted the younger man’s hips to improve the angle and placed his throw pillow underneath him. He grabbed him by the knees and slowly spread and raised his legs, placing the right on the back of the couch, the other being held in the air. He was nearly bent in half, completely exposed for his employer.
Using some of the oil, he slicked up Jongwoo’s hole and his length, and guided himself inside.
“Fuck, you feel so good for me,” Moonjo moaned. He pushed in as Jongwoo hissed at the pressure, stretching his upper body against the sofa, exposing his neck. Still holding up his leg, Moonjo pushed into him, again and again.
The angle was uncomfortable, but he was hitting that spot just right for Jongwoo. He writhed beneath Moonjo, letting out gasps of pleasure, sweat rolling down his neck and chest.
Jongwoo’s hips were meeting each of Moonjo’s thrusts, shoving him closer and closer to the edge. The older man started stroking his dick, wanting him to finish alongside him.
“Do you want me to come inside you?” Moonjo breathed out. Jongwoo nodded.
“Oh, please. Come in me.” His voice couldn’t be described as anything other than a whimper.
“Baby, you’re so perfect for me.” He couldn’t kiss his lips in this position, so he settled for the ankle by his head.
Moonjo began rolling his hips and pounding Jongwoo harder in a new rhythm.
“God, Moonjo, I’m so close,” he moaned. It was enough to drive the older man to climax, who’s thrusts stuttered, but didn’t stop. He kept stroking Jongwoo, not forgetting about his orgasm. He followed quickly behind, shooting white ribbons on his abdomen.
Moonjo took a moment to catch his breath before slipping out of Jongwoo and sitting his legs down. He leaned forward, kissed Jongwoo, and then stood on wobbly legs.
“I’ll get a washcloth. Stay there.” Jongwoo obeyed and pushed the damp hair off his forehead, still breathing heavy.
The dentist returned with a damp cloth and a couple bottles of water. He gave one to Jongwoo as he lowered himself to his knees. He knelt in front of the couch and cleaned the younger man who drank as if he spent time in the desert.
“I hate to break it to you, Moonjo, but you’re going to have to throw away this pillow,” Jongwoo said, gesturing to the space in between his legs. The older man looked curiously and noticed the come seeping out of his ass and onto the fabric. He stifled a laugh at the sight.
“What a shame. I liked this pillow.” He kissed Jongwoo again, not giving a shit about the pillow.
Monday was a pretty typical workday. He woke up with a pep in his step, tipped his barista 50%, and made his way into his clinic with a smile on his face.
“Good morning, Jiho. How was your weekend?” He asked his office manager, who was dutifully already at her desk.
“Good morning, Dr. Seo. My daughter brought the kids up from Daegu to stay for a couple days. How was your dinner on Friday?” She asked without looking up from her computer screen.
Not as fun as what came after.
“It was fine. You know how industry people and academics can be when they get together. But if I want to stay in business I have to go to those things, don’t I?” She nodded, aware of the silent feud that existed between the groups.
“I figured that was the case. I also assumed that you would be tired and go home straight after, but that’s not what happened, was it?” She looked up from the computer screen and pushed her glasses up her nose. Moonjo wasn’t intimidated by many people, but he nearly shrank under her unrelenting gaze.
“What do you mean?” He was frantically attempting not to make eye contact with her, trying and failing to seem casual.
“When I came in this morning the door was still unlocked. I was worried we had been robbed. So, I took a look around the practice and found this.” She lifted Moonjo’s bow tie off her desk. He took a deep breath, again struggling for nonchalance. Jiho probably didn’t know what happened, and he wasn’t going to incriminate himself.
“Not seeing anything much out of place, I decided to clean up the break room. I went to take out the trash, and I saw your office pillow shoved to the bottom of the bag.” She leaned back in her office chair and tapped her chin, exaggerating her thought process.
Shit. I should have just taken it straight to the dumpster.
“It all just seemed a little odd, so I took a look at the CCTV footage-“ Moonjo waved his hands, willing her to stop.
“Please, stop talking, I know it’s not professional, I wasn’t planning on any of that happening, I just stopped by to get my journal to read about this new dental cement-“
“Dr. Seo! I’m playing with you. I’m not angry.” She got up from her chair and walked to the other side of the desk to meet Moonjo. She gripped his shoulders, trying to help him calm down.
He clammed up, unsure of what to do with that. The dentist regained a little clarity and remembered that there weren’t any cameras in his office or exam rooms. They were just in the lobby, break room, and the hallway. She couldn’t have seen them fucking, but she would have seen both of them naked. And kissing. And Jongwoo smacking him on the ass while he was getting redressed in the break room.
“Oh. Okay.” He was sure that she was going to report him to the board of perverts, but instead, she teased him?
“He’s a good kid. Just treat him right, I don’t want to go back to doing data entry if you screw up and he quits.” Jiho smiled at Moonjo. She had worked for him for many years and never saw him take a liking to anyone. She was glad he found his match.
“Thank you, Jiho.” He smiled at her, genuinely, still embarrassed by the situation. Not that he knew what it was like to have a mother, but he would describe this as maternalistic, albeit good-natured scolding. He liked it.
“Just make sure you lock the doors when you leave here at night. Better yet, keep your business out of the business.” She walked back around the desk and took her place back in her chair.
I could bring Jongwoo home. I could go to his home. Treat his expensive lifestyle. Take him out for lavish dinners. Read his writing.
Moonjo walked back to his office to prep for his patients but was promptly distracted by the memories of Friday night. He noticed how his couch looked without a pillow and bit his lip to stifle a smile. It didn’t work.