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Xu Minghao’s really not sure why his boss needs him as a bodyguard when the latter is clearly much stronger and fitter than him. Seriously, why though? It’s only been a month since Minghao started this new job but he can clearly see that his boss’ arms, thighs, waist and especially that bulge are all double his size. One hug between those muscles and Minghao’ll end up fatally injured.
Even better, that same boss of his has an absolutely gorgeous, hand-crafted, hand-sculpted by the gods, disastrously-bad-for-his-heart face. One look and Minghao can feel himself swooning, the floor seeming more comfortable and inviting than ever. He swears he can feel those dark brown eyes piercing right through his soul, touching and feeling around the deepest parts of him he hasn’t shown anyone.
It makes it that much more unfortunate though, when his boss turns out to be quite the suspicious weirdo. Minghao’s caught dear CEO Wen Junhui, his boss, with tattoos on his body on more than one occasion—although Minghao’d argue it does look good on him, maybe a bit too good even.
But that’s not the biggest thing—of course not—why would it be? Minghao doesn’t judge, everyone can do whatever they want as long as it doesn’t negatively affect him. It’s the fact that Junhui might be in possession of a gun. Now first of all, Minghao might not be the most knowledgeable about firearms and weapons but he sure as hell can recognize a real gun when he sees one—unless Junhui has a thing for very realistic-looking guns, which Minghao doubts.
He recalls catching sight of it one day when walking towards Junhui’s office. One of the doors was wide open and Junhui had his back to it. At the time, Minghao was about to call out to him and make his presence known when he suddenly spots the very out-of-place item in Junhui’s right hand. The latter seemed to be inspecting it, quietly fiddling around and carefully wiping down the barrel. Minghao still clearly remembers pursing his lips and making a full 180 back to where he came from, leaving the man alone.
Besides, after that’s all said and done with, there’s still something Minghao finds just a teeny tiny little bit weird. Maybe it’s just his imagination, but Junhui seems to like staring at him for absolutely no reason, the former catching the latter placing his gaze on him on more than multiple occasions.
Either way, Minghao isn’t into guys—he just knows how to appreciate a good-looking man when he sees one. ‘Fuck toxic masculinity,’ he said once. Minghao thinks maybe Junhui feels the same way.
Aside from his weirdo boss, the job is quite the jackpot if he says so himself. The pay is much higher than average, he doesn’t have to do much or anything drastic—just your average rounds and standing around—and he gets to eat whatever he wants in the company cafeteria for free while simultaneously having the best view in the company—Junhui looking serious while working—because for some reason he needs to eat in his boss’ office. Minghao doesn’t bother arguing though since it’s free eye candy.
“Minghao.”
Minghao turns back at the call, right hand gripping onto the office door’s handle. He looks over his shoulder at Junhui who’s sitting on his luxurious office chair behind his mahogany desk. “Yes?” he responds quietly, voice soft and small ringing throughout the quiet room.
Junhui smiles at him and Minghao notices an unrecognizable yet familiar glint pass through his eyes. He’s been seeing it a lot more lately, enough to discern it but not quite enough and not obvious enough that he’s able to recognize the meaning behind it. “I have a meeting in the afternoon later, so let’s eat out today,” Junhui answers, snapping the aforementioned man out of his thoughts.
Minghao nods at his words, “Okay then, I’ll ask the driver to bring the car out later. Around what time?”
“Hm… have him bring it around 11.”
“Okay, 11 it is,” Minghao smacks his lips in understanding, setting an alarm on his phone for later. He looks back up at Junhui, “Anything else, ge?”
Did Minghao mention that Junhui was the one who made Minghao start calling him that? He knows they only have a 1 year difference, but it was definitely weird at first—calling your boss ‘ge’ is another experience entirely and Minghao’s not sure it’s a pleasant one either. Thankfully, he’s gotten more used to it these days.
Junhui smiles, a bit too wide if Minghao was being honest, but he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. “Nope.”
Minghao nods at him one last time before turning around and twisting the handle of the door, pushing it open. He steps out and closes the door tightly behind him, and only then does the burning gaze on his back finally disappear. “Haha, such a hot gaze as always,” he mutters to himself. “If I was a girl I’d definitely fall for him.”
Minghao walks away from the room and further into the opposite direction, stopping in front of a small glass cube room. He opens the door slowly and greets the man quietly working inside, “Hey hyung.”
The black-haired man looks up at him from where he seems to be looking over some official documents. He smiles and greets him back, “Oh Minghao. Hey, how are you?”
Minghao looks around a bit, “Nothing much, was just gonna go downstairs and get myself and the boss some coffee. What about you, Wonwoo-hyung?”
The man called Wonwoo looks back at the papers in his hands and replies with a sheepish grin, “As you can see, the usual.”
Minghao nods at him, “D’ya want some too, hyung?”
“Coffee? Sure,” Wonwoo answers, organizing all the messily piled up documents on the edge of his table.
“Kay kay,” Minghao waves him a small goodbye and Wonwoo thanks him before the former excuses himself.
He continues down the hallway until he reaches the end, walking right past the exclusive elevator for Junhui and halting in front of the pair of employee elevators. Minghao pushes the button and waits, crossing his arms in front of him and looking out the window to his left while waiting.
It takes a bit but a ding eventually comes, signaling the elevator finally arriving on his floor. Minghao blinks his eyes rapidly to bring his drifting mind back to reality and focuses on the elevator doors in front of him. It opens and a pair of pitch black eyes meet his dark brown ones.
“Oh, hi—”
“What are you doing here?”