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Twenty-nine.
Joon Woong was twenty-nine years old, and his life, well, it had been a disappointment. He was a high achieving individual – got all the certifications and skills to show it – who couldn’t find a decent job. Scratch that, a job. Period.
Until he met them – Madam Koo and Mr. Lim – that was when he finally got a job. Not just a job, an opportunity, a chance; to finally prove himself, do something rewarding.
And it felt good, being a reaper minus the super cool powers, which was a total let-down. He’d be awesome and totally not destroy the entirety of Jumadeung and Korea combined, according to one mean professional nosepicker!
Joon Woong pouted, as he played around with the ink container on the table, totally not spilling ink over all that mean, not idol wanna be, who definitely did not have the cutest yet rudest eyes to ever exist desk! And not those full dusty pale lips. And that adorable little snackable nose.
No, he so didn’t want to press small kisses, and maybe even bite that cute little button nose. Nor did he want to run his tongue over those pale lips and find out if they were as tender and soft as they look, and if they did taste like those gummies, he saw Ryung Gu snacking on. Guava flavor, he believed they were.
“Mr. Choi!” A smack. Was he just smacked on the head by a heavy, he bet, an old dusty, leather book!
He turned around, swiftly; way too fast. He could swear he had BROKEN his poor, beautiful neck. “Couldn’t you be nicer--” He looked at the book hitter and of course -- “Mr. Lim. I think you broke my neck. My poor neck. Well, aren’t you going to apologize?”
Ryung Gu chuckled, and if it wasn’t the cutest thing ever! Joon Woong almost blushed but he didn’t. No, of course, he didn’t. Why would he?
“You’re being weird,” Ryung Gu said as a matter-of-fact. His brows furrowed in confusion and he looked over at Joon Woong. “And you messed up my desk.”
Joon Woong feigned innocent and did not totally burry the ink in his pockets. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I did nothing of the sort. Your desk is perfectly fine!”
“Mr. Choi--” He sighed. “Your pants. You’re an idiot. A real idiot.”
“What?” Joon Woong blinked. Once then twice. What was he missing? Wait, when did Ryung Gu move closer, and why was he hot all of a sudden? Did this happen to all comatose patients? Was he dying? But he was already dead? Could you die twice?
Ryung Gu sighed. “Idiot,” he said again. “You got ink all over your pants. Next time, learn to be more discreet, please.”
Joon Woong looked down at his pants – face heated – and he saw the biggest ink stain right across his crotch area. How? Those pants were new! Where was he going to get new ones from now? He pouted again.
“Please get up from my seat. You’re ruining it with your ink stain.”
“What?” And another pout. “What about me? Look at my poor pants. I really like these ones, too!”
“I don’t care.” He shook his head. “Just leave. Go find something else to destroy. Go now. I’d like some time for myself.”
“I refuse to!” He was determined to stay. “This is also my office space, too!”
Ryung Gu sighed. “At least, have some decency, and get up from my chair. Can’t you find it in your sugary, cotton-ball brain, to do this for me?”
“Rude!”
Ryung Goo lifted his hand as he was about to do his favorite part-time activity (nose picking), but Joon Woong caught his hand in his, and for some strange reason, they locked eyes. Joon Woong’s cheeks dusted with a really deep, vivid shade of red. And his breath got caught in his throat.
On the other hand, Ryung Gu, stood there, unaffected. No emotions other than annoyance flashing in his eyes. And a little disdain look crossing his face.
“Let go of me, will you please, Mr. Choi?”
“Huh?” Joon Woong blinked, not realizing he was gripping very tightly onto Ryung Gu’s wrists. So tight, in fact, he was leaving marks on Ryung Gu’s otherwise perfectly, snow-white, dangerously baby soft skin. It felt so warm and good! Joon Woong didn’t want to let go of his comfort. This, it, felt just right, as if he was meant to hold Ryung Gu’s wrist – that was his purpose, his life goal – What the hell!
Very quickly; faster than a squirrel running away after being chased by a dog, he let go Ryung Gu’s delicate wrist. Causing both of them falling to the ground as if they were in a cliché romcom.
Ryung Gu landed on top of him, his hands just above his crotch area, and his lips far too close for Joon Woong’s comfort. And his eyes were very wide as if he just saw death itself, which, granted, that he did, since he was a reaper and all.
Joon Woong’s breath was coming out way too fast, and his blood had all travelled all the way down to, you know, that area. This wasn’t good! This was bad, very bad! Fuck. He was screwed. Beyond screwed. And the strangest thing, he just wanted to kiss those kissable lips of Ryung Gu’s. And nibbled at those sexy earlobes.
What the hell was he thinking? What was wrong with him? Oh dear, he was losing his mind. He was really becoming a lunatic.
And why the hell wasn’t Ryung Gu moving? He just remained there frozen. Was he even breathing? It was like time stopped for him.
He heard the faint sound of a door opening and closing, but all he could see, was Ryung Gu! It was like nothing else existed in that moment.
“We have a new--” A pause. “What’s going on here? Mr. Choi, Mr. Lim.” A sigh. “Meet me up front in five minutes. Our next case is a high risk. We don’t have much time to waste.”