Office PSL

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[Gilbert is an assistant in the office. He's not the most stellar employee, or the worst-- but he is diligent, and punctual, and he does his best for his boss.

His boss...

That man is eccentric, unpredictable, gorgeous and Gil finds it remarkable working under him hasn't given him any gray hairs yet. He always imagined a boring life where the days blurred together, but they certainly didn't when he answered to Hyunjae. It's nice, he supposes, to be showered with attention. He's very considerate like that. But there are days where his backlog is full and he didn't sleep the night before and he just wishes for five minutes of peace.

After downing his eighth cup of coffee for the morning, he ignores the whispers and hungry looks his colleagues bore into his back and approaches Hyunjae's separate office, hands firmly pressed around the reports he completed.]

Sir? I finished what you requested.

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[ As soon as Gilbert steps into the office, Hyunjae perks up and offers the other man an almost blinding smile. One glance is all the blonde needs to realize that his colleague has had at least five cups of coffee. Maybe eight? Hyunjae tilts his head, his eyes locked on Gilbert as if he could figure out the answer just by looking at him. He's been keeping a close eye on the black-haired man, but all he can make is an educated guess. ]

Thank you. But you really don't have to call me sir, I've told you so many times.

[ It makes him feel older than he is for some reason. Still, despite chiding Gilbert, his voice is gentle. ]

Would you like to join me for a cup of tea and a little treat? You deserve to take it slow after finishing this task.

[ Gilbert's reports are always so meticulous that Hyunjae can't help wondering how much time it takes to finish it. While it would be funny to tease Gilbert and add that the treat isn't Hyunjae himself, the blonde decides against it eventually. Maybe if Gilbert had one coffee less. ]

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[When Hyunjae's gold eyes pierce into him, Gil feels like he's gazing into his very soul. Can he read his mind? It feels weird, being seen, and that anxiety is amplified with the however many cups of coffee he's had. It's easy for his mind to blank out in his boss's dazzling presence.]

I'm sorry, S-- Forgive me.

[His shoulders rise and his brow creases and he's going over the office layout for the best place to hide, but...tea! And a treat! The worst of his worries melt away. He'd want nothing more, but he still needs to be polite.]

If it wouldn't trouble you, that sounds lovely.

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How about... today after work? [ Hyunjae winks and flashes Gilbert a charming smile before gesturing to the coffee table in the corner of his office. ] Just kidding, please have a seat.

[ Maybe he should feel bad about potentially giving the other man a small heart attack, but honestly, he wouldn't be opposed to spending more time with Gilbert outside of work. Assuming that they're both on the same page, that is. ]

I've never had the chance to ask what your favorite tea is.

[ And since he never learned about it, he got as many kinds of tea as possible. More than a dozen varieties, actually. ]

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After...

[He stutters. Scrambles to pinpoint where he had misheard his boss. He must have misheard him. He enjoyed teasing him, but even so...!

Gil looks like he just ran a marathon with the way his face flushes. He sinks into the offered chair with a soft thank you, confident that if he remains standing any longer he'd pass out of Hyunjae's floor. And then he would have to find another job and never show his face again--]

My favorite? ...I like most teas, but I suppose black is my favorite.