First Look
Charcoal
At first Sungmin heard his voice. A deeply masculine laugh about something his companions had said. Said owner of laugh was sitting in Hankyung’s office, along with 3 more men absorbed in a lighthearted conversation with each other. There was a canvas wrapped in white linen at his feet. Sungmin surveys his profile, he was long and lean, with almost sickly pale skin, further accentuated by his all black turtle neck, pants and boots.
“That’s your guy, all right.” Hankyung whispers from behind, jolting Sungmin out of his unnecessary staring.
“My… my what?” Sungmin turns red, embarrassed at being caught staring, “I’m just... I’m just going back to the office.” He starts to bolt out of Hankyung’s office but is stopped by a heavy grip in his shoulders.
“Oh no you don’t.” Hankyung smiles through gritted teeth and deposits a tray of coffee in his hands, “Go give this to them,”
“Wha-- But I’m not--” he starts to protest but is silenced by Hankyung’s stern look.
... your server. He finishes in his head instead. God damn it, he’s not used to these kind of situations, does Hankyung think he really is that lonely? He and Hankyung stood at the entrance, elbowing each other until the man in black raises his head and looks at them.
Sungmin’s breath hitches, feeling trapped by the man’s gaze. The other men, who seemed to notice the distraction, all stop talking to turn to them. Sungmin, not wanting to disturb the scene further, lowers his eyes and does what Hankyung told him to do.
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