Bedroom Warfare pt.2
Some days had gone by since that incident Yumi experienced. She had done all the necessary actions in avoiding her boss. Any calls that he had for her, she took to voicemail or created some sort of lie that she was in a conference call. If he asked her for any type of files to see or to sign, she would send Clara, her best friend, in her place. She made sure to never be on the same floor as him either. It was just all too awkward and uncomfortable for her.
She wouldn’t ever try to call Mr.Jung by his actual name, even if he had some sort of rule that it was okay. She likes to separate her personal life from work life, same with issues. To Yumi, this seemed to fall in both personal and work issue.
“Why don’t you just tell him it makes you uncomfortable?”
“I did before. I don’t think it matters to him. I’m not going to entertain it so I’m leaving it alone.” Yumi said typing along her computer. Clara sat across from her desk, eating her sandwich. Even on lunch hour, Yumi liked to work.
“Seems like a good idea. Until it starts affecting your work.” Clara said.
“Don’t worry, it’s not. Now, did you meet with Mr.Seo’s and asked for the blueprints on the–”
“Ugh! He’s such an ass. I know he’s a different department than us but man he acts like he’s the boss of US!” Clara complained, angrily munching on her sandwich.
“What did he say to you?”
“We’ll I asked his assistant for the blueprints but he said that Mr.Seo never signed off on them. So I had to speak with him and he brushed me off and said he doesn’t speak to someone as low as me.”
“What an ass. I’ll talk to him, I need those blueprints in order to finish my presentation.” Yumi got up from her chair and patted Clara on the back. She walked out and headed towards the elevator. Once she got on, pressing the 7th floor, she gone over what she was going to say. Yumi knows she isn’t a confrontational person by heart so whenever she most definitely had too, she would recite her words. So that she wouldn’t stutter or hesitant for anything. It made her feel taller and more secure that way.
Hearing the bell of the elevator indicating her stop, she walked around and saw the man she need to see. His loud demeanor and voice almost called out to her. The sound of her heels clicking made Mr.Seo turn around and smirk.
“Well, if it isn’t the department princess. How can I help you?”
“I hope we can speak in private Mr.Seo. In regards to the blueprints and for how you spoke to my assistant, Clara.”
Very precise and clean, nice.
“Okay we can talk. Let’s talk here. I want to hear what the princess has to say.” He chuckled.
“I don’t appreciate being called that. Now, as for Clara–”
“Why not? Princess is such a good name for you. My own workers fall to their knees for you. Isn’t that why you sit in on the chairmen meetings? For being a good princess?”
“Mr.Seo if you have a problem with–”
“Oh I have a problem with you alright.”
He isn’t even letting me speak. He’s being loud, his whole damn office is looking over at us. Damn it.
“How the hell does someone like you, present to the chairman’s? Sit in on board meetings and whatever. I’ve been with this company for six years! Why should I report to you! A small, measly little bitch.”
Yumi was beyond shocked but she wasn’t going to let it show. She stood there firmly letting him speak like this, hurl any curse words he can. Her balled fist was the main pain she can focus on so she wouldn’t lose composure. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
“Oh wait. Let me guess. A bitch like you can satisfy the board members right? I mean, wearing a skirt like that, I bet it’s easy to lift up isn’t it?” He took a step towards Yumi, his hand creeping close to her skirt.
Before anyone can step in, Yumi used her hand to harshly slap Mr.Seo right across his face. Her whole demeanor changed and she was ready to pounce on him. She wanted to scratch his eyes out and make him feel what she was feeling.
“Did you just—”
“I did! And I will again if I have to hear another sexist comment from you to me or to any of my workers!”
“That’s enough.”
Yumi turned around and saw him. He looked different than a few days ago, maybe it was freshly new haircut, or the obvious new suit. Mr.Jung strode over to them, eyes of the office workers following him. As if things couldn’t get more interesting for them.
“Ms.Kim report to my office right now. Mr.Seo, let’s talk.”
Fuck…
Yumi stormed off heading towards the elevator. Her patience ran out, she watched as the doors closed and started to wonder how long Mr.Jung was standing there? Had he seen the whole story? Was he going to side with Mr.Seo? Yumi felt all her frustration hitting, but still she would not shed a tear, desperate to not give a man like Mr.Seo the satisfaction of hurting her over words.
Though I did slap him, that means he won.
Yumi waited in Mr.Jung’s office. Her legs were shaking even when crossed. She couldn’t possibly think there wouldn’t be any consequences to assaulting someone in the company. She hoped nothing too terribly would happen, after all it was self defense. He was verbally attacking her and making all these accusations. Yumi could feel her anger rise again just thinking about his words.
What seemed like forever, Mr.Jung finally came into his office. Yumi sat up straight and waited for him to sit at his chair but instead, he sat at the chair next to her facing her directly. She couldn’t form words though her mouth wanted to speak but her eyes shifted down to notice his hands.
Red and swollen.
“Oh my, sir did you injure yourself? Shall I get a medical kit?”
“That’s alright, it’s not too bad.” He flexed his hand, opening and closing it.
Yumi still looked around and saw the tissues he had on his desk, she reached over and plucked a few. Hesitation struck when she reached for his hand, but with courage she took it and dabbed the tissue paper on it. Realizing how intimate this seems, she let Mr.Jung hold onto the tissue over his own hand and fixed her composer.
I know what I have to say, though I won’t like it.
“Mr.Jung, I would like to apologize for my behavior. I shouldn’t have–”
“Hoseok.”
What?
“I’m sorry?”
“It’s just us in here.”
Yumi knew what he was referring to but it still didn’t sit right with her. Nonetheless, Yumi spoke.
“Hoseok. I would like to apolo–”
“You have nothing to apologize for.”
“Can people stop cutting me off!” Yumi said, fed up with the amount of male attitude into cutting off a women speak. Hoseok nodded with a slight smile. He gestured for her to speak first.
“I would like to apologize for my behavior. It was wrong of me to lose composure of myself in an office setting. I’ll reflect with any consequence you give me.”
“Well then, should I apologize too?”
“What?”
“I lost composure of myself in an office setting. Should I apologize for that?” Hoseok questioned.
Yumi looked at his bruised hand and started putting pieces together slowly. Though she was confused as to why?
“Sir..I mean Hoseok, did you hurt Mr.Seo?”
“Better, I fired him.”
“Wh–”
Hoseok pulled her chair in closer before she could speak. The two were face to face, a natural blush started to show itself across Yumi’s cheeks. She didn’t know where to look, at his beautiful acorn brown eyes? Or the perfect lips saying her name?
“Yumi, no women should have to hear that from any man. A women in higher position than a man should be praised, not questioned into how she got it.”
“..tck, says a lot when you had said women–.” Yumi stopped herself before finishing that sentence.
“Say it.” He ordered staring straight at her eyes, almost admiring how shy she got.
“Mr.Jung I-.”
Seeing him raise an eyebrow meant this isn’t what he wanted to hear. Yumi cleared her throat and began again.
“Hoseok, I appreciate what you said but..you had a women here, who works in a high position here, on her knees…giving you..oral pleasure.” The words caused Yumi to be flushed and flustered.
“If I tell you that it was consensual, would that still be okay?”
“Sir, I doubt it was consensual. A man in your power could easily order her to–”
“She begged to.”
“Sir, I overheard after. You wanted her to finish you but I interrupted so you shoo’ed her away. As easily as you told her too, was easy for you to push her away.”
Hoseok then stood up and Yumi could only sit still in nervousness. His tall demeanor had him look down on her while she looked up with those doe eyes. In Hoseok’s mind, they looked perfect in that position.
“You keep calling me sir.” His hands threaded through Yumi’s ponytail. Each strand falling into her back making her neck feel the tingles. Her breathe was caught up in her throat, too anxious to speak.
“It was easy to push her away. However, it would be extremely difficult to push you away.”
His hand now cupped her chin, rising her to stand and Yumi followed along. There was this burning sensation she felt when touched by him, his voice and words were like a trance she couldn’t escape. Though she knew this was inappropriate, it felt  exhilarating acting like this at work.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
Holy shit oh my god what the fuck
“If you don’t want that, tell me now.”
Yumi’s heart was pounding faster and faster with each second passing by. If any faster, she thought it could lead to an actual heart attack. She couldn’t believe what was happening and all her rational thoughts were fighting to make an argument on why this is bad or why this could be good. Her eyes kept darting from his eyes to his lips and in one quick and hasty decision, Yumi collided their lips together.
The kiss brought fire in them, Yumi quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and Hoseok grabbed onto the back of her neck while also holding her waist. Their lips molded against each other until Hoseok casually slipped his tongue inside. Yumi clutched onto his hair, feeling so liberated and excited she couldn’t contain her moans from escaping her mouth as his tongue explored her mouth. She wanted to match his pace and tried it as well, bits of their mixed saliva crept out their lips, but it felt so good to them.
Hoseok bites down gently on Yumi lip that he still has captured in between their kiss and softly releases it. His hands start to travel around her body, trying to lift her skirt up but with courage Yumi pulled away and pressed him against his own desk. As Hoseok begins to protest, Yumi drops to her knees. Hoseok stroked her head as her fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper. Once Yumi had tugged them down along with his briefs, she looked up to him and batted her eyes, a sight that Hoseok was clear to remember for later tonight. She takes him into her mouth, her lips so wet and soft and her tongue sliding up and down his length.
“Fucking hell.” Hoseok breathed out.
Hoseok takes ahold onto her ponytail, tightening his grib and pulling it softly when he hears her gag. He tries to retrain himself from thrusting into her mouth from how good this feel, how well she’s taken him in this quickly. He rests his head back as Yumi keeps bobbing her head at a faster pace, she makes sure to make use of her hand as well. Hoseok takes one more look at her, and with this found confidence, Yumi stops her movements and bats her lashes at him, her mouth still full with him.
“Keep going princess.”
This time, Yumi goes slow, painfully slow. Her tongue works wonders as it rolls over his length, licks around and about feeling it throb inside her mouth. Hoseok feels the frustration and heat, but he didn’t want to rush her, not like this. Yumi fondled with his sack as she gave special attention to the tip. Swirling her tongue around was a speciality of hers so she knew to put it to her best work. Taking him full again which each bob going deeper as she could, mentally cursing herself out for having a gag reflex.
But to Hoseok it was heavenly, the sounds of her throat trying to reject what was being put down was music. He loved the sound of pleasure and this was it, he couldn’t hold back not when he was this close. He groaned deeply when he placed his hands on Yumi. He held her in place and still, while he started to thrust himself inside her mouth. Yumi held onto his thighs for support, allowing him to treat her as he pleases. Hoseok was nearing his end, he wanted to see her as he finished. He opened his eyes to see her eyes never left his. Her eyes had tears dripping down the side of her face, while he fucked her warm mouth. Hoseok left his mouth agape as he came, Yumi holding it all in her mouth and in one finally bob, swallowed. The taste was foreign to her but so worth it and satisfying. Hoseok cupped her chin, rising her up and placing one last sloppy kiss between them.
“I know you don’t like being called princess but–”
“Only here. When it’s just us, you can call me princess.” Yumi said timidly.
“Okay, princess, now it’s your turn.”
—Admin KC
hi guys! Long time no see! I missed you all and writing. I had been traveling for a little while and I’m finally back home.