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[sheers]

give me back my car please.

[sleasy]

The person you're trying to reach isn't able to come to the phone right now.
Please leave your name and number after the beep, and they'll get back to you as soon as possible.
Beep!

[ This would work better if this wasn't a text conversation. ]

[sheers]

give my car back or i'm calling cops on you. or sending my dad. i don't know which one yet. give it back!!!

[sleasy]

Quick q, my fine friend.
Who are you, and why are you assuming I have your car?

[ Running the numbers to try to figure out what scheme he's been involved in this past month that would lead to the acquisition of a car.

The fact that more than one come to mind makes this harder. ]

[sheers]

remember the car that had a cat in the back that you let out after you STOLE THE CAR THAT ISN'T YOURS

that car is mine!!!

[tastelast]

[ Daseul may be smart, and some may look at him with starry eyes and throw around the word 'genius' a lot, but he is one hell of a sucker and he knows it. His dad had warned him about freely giving information out, and often points out when people are trying to manipulate their way into company secrets, but even now there are still some Daseul walks into knowing full well what they are, and Seungjun is definitely one.

He isn't stupid- he's a clever boy and he'll always be a clever boy; he knows what Seungjun is after and he knows why Seungjun is here, but does knowing mean he can't have fun with it? Seungjun is here to seduce him and pull company secrets out of him, and Daseul is more than happy to sprinkle a few tidbits around in exchange for some good dick from a hot boy.

It had started a lot more subtle than it is, with Seungjun approaching him under the guise of wanting to hook up with a stranger, but Daseul has always known what he's after. The only difference now is that neither of them bother to pretend anymore.

He presses the intercom for his secretary, waits for him to answer. ]

Go on break.

[ Best for everyone that nobody is around to question Seungjun being here. ]

[sleasy]

[ Seungjun prides himself on his ability to play it cool and sneaky, but there are times he gets caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Most of the time it's by marks that have been in the game a lot longer than Daseul, and know that an attractive young man isn't approaching them for nothing. Some assume that it's just for the easy money they can provide him, but a select few manage to take the impressive leap to figuring out he's much sneakier than that.

On the other hand, Daseul is a bit of an anomaly in how young but quick he was to pick up on Seungjun's game, and also how willing he is to still play it. It's a dance now, with Seungjun teasing here and there to see if he can get Daseul to slip him something really good. Even if it's by accident, Seungjun takes each seemingly worthless little piece of information he is given to see if he can find just one loose thread that a good pull will cause it all to unravel.

The sex is pretty good until then at least. He's waiting in the hallway right now, dressed inconspicuously as an office worker while he bides his time for--

Ah, yes. There she is, the secretary heading out on a break. Seungjun catches the door for her to hold it open and offer her a charming smile that seems to do its job flattering her well enough that she doesn't notice him still holding the door as she walks down the hall.

Making sure there isn't anyone actively around he slips through the door, letting it shut softly behind him. ]

So what nasty little encounter do you have cooked up for us today, Mr. Kim?

[tastelast]

[ It's just a little harmless fun. Daseul gets what he wants, Seungjun gets stuff he doesn't particularly want, and nobody's business comes crashing down on their heads from a little too much information sprinkled around here and there. Everybody wins, but mostly Daseul.

Mostly Daseul because he loves games like this, and someone who's actually willing to play along. All day he's here behind his desk thinking up sexy scenarios that only happen in pornos, sifting through ideas until he eventually lands on the right one. His life is fine, it's whatever, but who doesn't love a little sexy roleplay here and there?

He leans forward onto his desk, resting his head on his hand. If Seungjun plays along, maybe he'll get something good this time. ]

You work for me and you want to ask me for a raise, but I could easily fire you if I feel like it. Make me see it your way.

[sleasy]

[ It's largely a waste of Seungjun's time for now, but he wants to think he's clever enough to pull something better than the tidbits he's gotten so far from Daseul. If nothing else, fucking him at work increases Seungjun's chances of swiping something off of some desk that might contain some pertinent information at least.

In fact, he takes one quick glance around the room before his gaze falls on Daseul mid-scenario explanation.

It's a tried and true classic, and Seungjun can't fault the old man for pulling it out in this particular setting. Holding up one finger, Seungjun nods thoughtfully as he considers what has been asked of him.

Yes... yes he's coming up with something now. Reaching up to loosen his tie, he worries at his bottom lip with his teeth to make it a little redder before moving to the secretary's desk, and collapsing in her chair, fingers hovering above the keyboard as he acts like he's about to start working--

Only to freeze there, glancing sideways at Daseul in the big desk behind him. ]

Mr. Kim...

[ An imploring tone, overly sweet. ]

[tastelast]

[ Successful and rich aren't all there is to life when you're a big horny sucker and just want to be a porn star. He has this and a thousand more tropes to pull out before he's anywhere near finished fooling around with Seungjun.

There's nothing important hanging around the office for now, but there is a folder stacked on the side of Daseul's desk with a list of current employees, their wages, and the date of their planned terminations. It's not terribly useful information, but it gives something for Seungjun to work through until they meet again next time. None of them know anything critical enough for Daseul to worry about.

Whether it's handed to him or Seungjun takes it as he leaves doesn't matter to Daseul, as long as he gets what he wants first.

He's still in the same position as Seungjun gets into character, watching with a blank-faced vague amusement. ]

Secretary Kwak.

[maniature]

bane is sick.

[sleasy]

[ Tragic :'(

OH WELL TIME TO LET HIM MEET HIS BIRDY MAKER AND MOVE ON.

Is something he wants to say, but can't. ]

Probably just some kind of bird cold.

[maniature]

he needs to go to a vet.

[sleasy]

Aren't those just for pets with fur?

[maniature]

they're for animals hyung.

[maniature]

hyung one of my classmates is getting rid of his parrot.

[sleasy]

Harsh!
Hope he does it fast.
Make it a quick one so the little guy doesn't suffer.

[ No no no nonononono ]

[maniature]

i want him.

[sleasy]

[ NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ]

But think about how Bane would feel!
Betrayed, unloved, unwanted even by the boy he trusts the most!

[maniature]

bane doesn't hate birds.
they could be friends.

[maniature]

[ FLINGS OPEN SEUNGJUN'S DOOR AT A GODFORSAKEN HOUR OF THE MORNING, AND THROWS HIMSELF ONTO SEUNGJUN'S BED. ]

Hyung, look!

[ He shoves a hand into Seungjun's face, with Bane sitting on his finger. The bird is wearing a tophat. ]

[sleasy]

[ Nothing is quite as awful as being woken up in the middle of the night (it's before the sun, thus still night thank you), only to have something you hate shoved directly into your face.

This would be an actual nightmare if only Seungjun had been allowed to keep sleeping.

He blinks blearily, barely able to process what he's seeing as he turns to squint at Sojun's face in the dim light pouring in from the doorway. ]

... Bird?

[ A very intelligent observation. Thanks, Seungjun. ]

[maniature]

[ It's the morning for people who wake up daily before noon, thanks.

Keeping his hand steady, he lays bodily across his brother, squishing him down and proudly showing off Bane's sick new threads. He isn't sorry at all for the rude awakening. ]

I bought him a hat. He looks cute.

[sleasy]

[ Get a job that lets you sleep in, kid! Besides, most of his work is done at night anyway.

Seungjun grunts at the feeling of Sojun trying to squish him. He weighs next to nothing, and this isn't actually a big deal at all, but he does want to make a noisy protest about it none-the-less.

He rolls his face around to press it into the pillow, muttering against it. ]

He's definitely wearing a hat.

[ He'll agree with that much. ]

[maniature]

[ Wow, that's not nearly enough attention for how cute Sojun's little bird looks. He makes himself comfortable on top of his brother, folding his arms under his chin and keeping Bane carefully perched on a finger.

He's quiet for a moment, then shoves Bane into Seungjun's face, letting him walk with pointy feet across Seungjun's head. ]

He's cute.