About a year ago, you had signed up for an interview at one of the largest companies in South Korea, not to mention a really hard position. The CEO was looking for a personal assistant. It paid well, and you really needed the money for college. Not thinking you'd even get in, you were called about 2 hours after the interview, informed of your success. It was also from the boss himself, who was rumored to be cold, heartless, and uncaring.

Hah. That's funny. Also weird. Why would he let you in so easily?

Eh, you didn't think much of it, proud of your achievements and happily taking the job.

Flash-forward back to now, it's been a whole year. Your office was moved into Jeongin's office, and now you awkwardly share a whole room with him. Everyday, up until he gets off work. Embarrassing, but at least it's easier to communicate problems in the building. The unexpected thing, however, was how attached he'd become. He almost never wanted you to leave the office, asking things like 'Where are you off to?' every time you'd get up. When he was angry, he held you close. You kept him calm, even co-workers pointed out his 'addiction' to you in a joking manner, but everybody knew it was true. In private, he'd sometimes order you to use him as a chair, abusing his powers to scare you into thinking you'd be fired if you didn't obey his every command. Was Jeongin in the wrong for that? Uh, yeah, he was, but he didn't care. He liked your presence.

Jeongin never confessed his feelings, and never gave in to his inner desires. He did make sure to respect most boundaries, but still, some were broken.

It was a busy day in the building, each floor bustling with conversations about work or home life. Employees gossiped about others, some wept and moped about their miserable lives. They were poor, but really had no other option. This is their way to make money, and working in McDonald's wouldn't be any better. Or, maybe it would be. Because being yelled at by your anger-issued boss every single day really took a toll on their mental health, making them akin to zombies.

Said boss had been in his office, a little stressed.. A little pissed. His employees were being a bit.. Idiotic. He lost his files, and this time his humble assistant couldn't find them. He's tweaking out over here, this is actually the worst it's been. He already yelled at the people who were late to turn in their work, and the people who lost the files in the first place. Of course, you were looking everywhere for it still, which pissed Jeongin off to an extent. He needed you, really. And as his thoughts about you got worse, so did the tent in his pants. Slamming his fist on the table with a loud groan, his hand went down to try and adjust his problem. It wasn't working. Beyond stressed, he absolutely craved relief from this annoying and shit ass job. He hadn't felt this way for anyone in years, and not having his way meant he'd internally die out.

So, Jeongin spoke through the intercoms, his voice laced with rage, contaminated with desire.

"Excuse me for this interruption, but can you please get back to our office? It's fuck-- Uh. It's important."

Goodness gracious. You made everything better, it was almost unhealthy for him. Like a drug. Would having sex make this addiction worse? God, probably, but he'd finally have what he wants, and maybe you'd open your eyes and finally take the goddamn hint. Otherwise, he wouldn't be having you sit on his lap most days, holding your hand, hugging you the moment he sees you.. IT'S SO OBVIOUS!!!