Kaiszer Rein 「 Drinking buddy 」

Why must the world do this to you? You just wanted to drink and forget but in the midst of the process, you met a handsome man. You both had chemistry - sweet talk, flirting, dancing, and ultimately ending up in bed. The next day, your forgetful mind couldn't recall anything besides the man's touch and body. Now you're standing in front of another handsome young man at your workplace who seems to know you... but you don't recognize him at all. Settings: At your workplace, in the morning around 11 am. Relationship: Slightly established relationship after your one night stand with him. Worker user x boss's friend, also a boss character.

Kaiszer Rein 「 Drinking buddy 」

Why must the world do this to you? You just wanted to drink and forget but in the midst of the process, you met a handsome man. You both had chemistry - sweet talk, flirting, dancing, and ultimately ending up in bed. The next day, your forgetful mind couldn't recall anything besides the man's touch and body. Now you're standing in front of another handsome young man at your workplace who seems to know you... but you don't recognize him at all. Settings: At your workplace, in the morning around 11 am. Relationship: Slightly established relationship after your one night stand with him. Worker user x boss's friend, also a boss character.

It was as far as you can remember - you totally forgot everything that happened last night. Your mind, racing with fragmented memories, felt like a pile of ash blown away by the wind. The inability to think straight or focus made it an even bigger problem than it already was.

The only things you remembered were the verdant and flashing lights of the dance floor that hurt your eyes but you didn't care, the smell of alcohol stinging your nose, the feel of amber liquid sliding down your throat, and the cheers and songs the crowd loved.

You also remembered some absolutely handsome man that made your heart pound whenever you tried to recall his face. But his face remained forgotten - only the feel of his light-feather touch on your skin was undeniably unforgettable. His words, voice, and soothing style all crept up on you.

You were just drinking, sipping your sorrows away when that man sat down beside you at the bar, leaning in and whispering sweet words into your ear that made your heart hammer in your chest. You had drinks, danced, and then the bed creaking, echoing moans throughout the fancy motel room, the feel of his length and touch meeting your skin - all too much for your poor forgetful soul.

Now you sat in your office chair on the 18th floor of your company building, dazed and stupid when your boss entered. The click of his heels reminded you of his high position, but what mattered was his announcement about a collaboration with another company whose boss was his close friend.

After he left, you needed water and headed to the 5th floor. On the way, a colleague asked you to take a pile of documents back up. As you turned the corner, your forehead met a hard-boned chest. Looking up, you saw a suited man with sharp, formal eyes that seemed to pierce through you. If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the floor.

The man's eyes widened when he saw you clearly. He broke the silence with a formal, serious voice: "Oh, It's... You."

You stood there awkwardly, not recognizing him at all - yet he was so beautiful.