Ji-Won stirred on the couch, barely conscious, as the faint sound of dripping water filtered through his foggy mind. Half-asleep, he couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or if someone was actually in the shower. He groaned, his body stiff and aching from the weight of supporting Youn-Jae the previous night and the awkward position he had slept in. Finally, he blinked his eyes open, the discomfort pulling him fully awake. Just then, Youn-Jae stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked, casually toweling off his damp hair with a small towel.

Ji-Won, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning, glanced towards the bed where he expected Youn-Jae to be. When he saw it empty, he scanned the room and froze, his eyes widening in shock when he spotted Youn-Jae leaning casually against the bathroom door. Youn-Jae was completely exposed, seemingly unconcerned about his lack of clothing.

“Sir!” Ji-Won exclaimed, quickly turning his head and covering his eyes with his hand. “Can you please put on a towel?”

Youn-Jae smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he slowly walked towards Ji-Won. He leaned in close, his presence commanding, and stared directly into Ji-Won’s eyes.

"Apologies, it's a habit of mine after a shower. Forgot this isn’t my place," Youn-Jae said, his voice low and playful.

Ji-Won’s breath hitched, his heart racing as the intensity of Youn-Jae’s gaze locked onto his. The words caught in Ji-Won’s throat; the proximity and the sheer boldness of Youn-Jae left him speechless. All he could do was swallow hard, feeling the tension coil tightly in the small space between them.

"I think I know what I want in return," Youn-Jae’s voice was low and deliberate, his gaze piercing as it locked onto Ji-Won’s eyes.

Ji-Won was at a loss for words, the intensity of Youn-Jae’s stare causing him to tense. He swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure. His mind raced, desperately trying to focus on anything other than the proximity and the weight of Youn-Jae’s presence pressing on him.

“What the hell is he getting at? I can feel his whole body against mine,” Ji-Won thought, fighting to ignore the tension building between them.

Youn-Jae chuckled softly, leaning in closer, his voice a playful whisper. "But I think I’ll have to show you the basics first."

Ji-Won’s breath hitched, his heart racing. “What do you mean, sir?” he stammered, his voice shaky. He fidgeted nervously, already sensing where this was going, anxiety creeping into his chest.

“Suck it,” Youn-Jae commanded, his tone calm but his gaze sharp, locking onto Ji-Won’s eyes.

Ji-Won blinked, stunned. “Sir?” he asked hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Youn-Jae’s expression hardened, a hint of impatience flickering in his eyes. "You heard me. I want you to suck it," he said, his voice growing cold, leaving no room for doubt.

"But sir, I’ve never done this before," Ji-Won whispered, his trembling hands slowly inching toward Youn-Jae. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat amplifying his anxiety. His fingers hovered in the air, shaky and uncertain, hesitating just short of Youn-Jae. He had no idea how to move forward, lacking both the experience and confidence for this moment. But the fear of defying Youn-Jae, and the risk it posed to the café’s future, weighed heavily on him, pushing him to comply despite his growing unease.

Seeing Ji-Won’s hesitation, Youn-Jae’s patience wore thin. With a swift movement, he grabbed Ji-Won’s hand and firmly placed it on his erected cock.

“Hold it like this,” Youn-Jae instructed, his voice low and commanding.

Ji-Won’s breath hitched, his mind racing as he tried to process the sudden, bold contact. He could feel the heat from Youn-Jae’s body and the intensity of the situation sinking in. He swallowed hard, still struggling to steady his own racing pulse.

"Put it inside your mouth," he said, his eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and dominance. Ji-Won's gaze flickered up to meet Youn-Jae's, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Without waiting for a response, Youn-Jae reached out and grasped Ji-Won's head, his fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. He pulled Ji-Won's head forward, his movements slow and deliberate, until Ji-Won's face was inches from his crotch.

As Ji-Won's lips made contact with Youn-Jae's cock, he couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. The skin was smooth and warm to the touch, and Ji-Won's tongue darted out to taste the salty sweetness of the precum that had begun to seep from the tip. His hands instinctively wrapped around the base of Youn-Jae's cock, trying to wrap his mind around the sheer size of it. It was big, much bigger than he had anticipated, and Ji-Won's eyes widened slightly as he struggled to take it all in.

Youn-Jae's hands, still tangled in Ji-Won's hair, tightened their grip, his fingers wrapping around the strands like a vice. his movements rough and insistent, as he pushed his cock deeper into Ji-Won's mouth. Ji-Won's eyes widened in surprise, his lips stretching to accommodate the sudden invasion, but he didn't pull back. Instead, he let out a muffled gasp.

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Ji-Won struggled to catch his breath, his voice shaky as he whispered, “Sir… wait, I can’t.” His words came out choked, overwhelmed by the situation, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. But Youn-Jae, focused on his own intent, showed no signs of stopping.

A sudden knock on the door startled them both, saving Ji-Won before his tears could fully burst. It was Secretary Min, arriving as Youn-Jae had requested earlier when he called for a fresh set of clothes. Youn-Jae pulled himself away from Ji-Won’s mouth and casually wrapped a towel around his waist. Ji-Won quickly retreated into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Inside, he sank down behind the door, tears spilling over as he buried his face in his hands, sobbing quietly.

Secretary Min entered, carrying a sleek black paper bag with Youn-Jae’s clothes inside. “Where is the young boy?” he asked, looking around the room.

Youn-Jae merely gestured with a slight tilt of his head towards the bathroom, already preoccupied with inspecting the contents of the paper bag. Moments later, Ji-Won emerged from the bathroom, his eyes noticeably red and puffy from crying. Spotting Secretary Min, he quickly bowed politely, trying to compose himself.

Youn-Jae approached Ji-Won, leaning in close to whisper with a smirk, “Did you enjoy your first lesson?” before walking past him and disappearing into the bathroom, leaving Ji-Won standing there, trying to steady his breathing and fighting back the fresh wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him again.

***

Ji-Won ended up having breakfast with Youn-Jae and Secretary Min at the hotel restaurant. He had tried to leave earlier, but the exhaustion and nerves from the morning’s events left him with no energy to argue with Youn-Jae. Sitting stiffly at the table, Ji-Won kept his head down, barely touching his food, while Secretary Min sat beside him, observing his discomfort.

Youn-Jae, meanwhile, was at the counter, effortlessly commanding attention. His presence was striking; his confident smile and casual charm drew the gaze of nearly everyone in the room. Whispers and giggles floated through the air as women stole glances at him, amused by his flirtatious demeanor.

Secretary Min leaned in, taking advantage of Youn-Jae’s absence to check on Ji-Won. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, concern evident in his voice.

Ji-Won nodded, his expression subdued and tinged with embarrassment. "I’m fine," he replied softly, though the redness of his eyes told a different story.

Secretary Min sighed, lowering his voice even more. "I'm really sorry. I don’t know exactly what happened, but it’s clear from your face that you’re not okay."

Ji-Won forced a weak smile, trying to hide his discomfort. "Don’t worry, sir. I’ll get used to it. After all, I owe him a lot for helping me."

Secretary Min rested a comforting hand on Ji-Won’s, his expression a blend of understanding and quiet concern. "I apologize on his behalf," he said, his voice gentle but heavy with unspoken truths. "Please bear with him a little longer until things settle. Growing up abroad was far from easy for him. It was just me by his side ever since his father sent him to Germany. His father’s way of showing love was strict yet paradoxical, showering him with gifts and authority while offering an overwhelming amount of guidance. This only served to fuel his sense of entitlement."

Ji-Won nodded, appreciating Secretary Min’s kindness but still feeling overwhelmed. As Youn-Jae returned to the table, his presence cast a heavy shadow, making Ji-Won shift uncomfortably in his seat, unsure of how to navigate the awkwardness.

“By the way your brother is also here,” Secretary Min mentioned, carefully watching Youn-Jae’s reaction.

Youn-Jae paused, his expression shifting to mild irritation. He let out a short, sarcastic laugh. “Really? I just got here, and he’s already following me around. Is he that scared I’ll get too close to Father?”

Secretary Min shook his head slightly, his tone calm and reassuring. “Don’t say that You and the Vice Chairman just have a lack of communication. That’s why things are like this.”

Youn-Jae scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. “It’s him who keeps his distance from me,” he muttered, his gaze hardening.

Secretary Min offered a small, empathetic smile. “Just ignore him. Besides, since he’s here, there’s a high chance you’ll run into him.”

Youn-Jae rolled his eyes, clearly uninterested in further discussion. “Whatever. Let’s just finish this breakfast,” he grumbled, picking up his fork with a frustrated sigh.

Youn-Jae leaned back in his chair, casually sipping his coffee before placing the cup down with a soft clink. “By the way, Won,” he said, his tone steady yet friendly, “I’m planning to go shopping tomorrow. Clear your schedule—you’ll be coming with me.”

Ji-Won’s eyes widened slightly, his posture tensing. “But sir, I have a part-time job every afternoon,” he replied, his voice edged with hesitation.

Youn-Jae’s expression remained neutral, his gaze steady and unwavering. “I thought you were asking what I wanted in return for helping you, so this is it. I need you to agree to my terms,” he stated, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice.

Ji-Won quickly nodded, bowing his head slightly in a gesture of apology as he felt the weight of the situation. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and subdued.

Youn-Jae simply nodded in response, satisfied with Ji-Won’s compliance as he returned his attention to his meal.

After breakfast, Ji-Won quickly made his way to bid farewell to Secretary Min and Youn-Jae, eager to put some distance between himself and Youn-Jae. " Sir I can take care of myself from here. The hotel is close to the bus station," Ji-Won said, his voice polite but firm, trying to mask his discomfort.

Youn-Jae got into the car and closed the door without sparing Ji-Won a glance, his expression unreadable. Secretary Min, however, offered Ji-Won a respectful bow before getting into the car. As the car started to move, Secretary Min hesitantly turned to Youn-Jae, concern etched on his face.

“President, are you sure this is okay?” Secretary Min asked, his voice gentle yet probing.

Youn-Jae leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips. “He’s the one who wanted to know what I wanted in return,” he replied dismissively. “Besides, it’s only for a month until we fly back home.”

Secretary Min shook his head in disbelief, letting out a soft sigh. “But President, could you at least try to be a bit nicer to him? He seems quite fragile if you look closely.”

Youn-Jae glanced out of the window, shrugging nonchalantly. “Why should I? After all, the fun has only just started.”

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