I know I'm late but: HAPPY FOURTH ANNIVERSARY! ❤️

It seemed like the stars were finally alligned in my favour because everything was going perfectly: Wooyoung and I were happy, no problems tormenting our love and thanks to his tranquility I had started to live our relationship more freely even outside the walls of the Scandinavian house - that's how we called it since that day. I still had my discretions but at least I was less worried. Work was going smoothly as well, I had a huge business opportunity with an American politician and I had to meet him in the coming days to sign the final contract. I was nervous, but confident.

"He's here" Jongho metallic voice echoed through the on-speaker.

"Let him in" I answer pressing on the green button.

I stood up checking my suit: I looked impeccable in my white dress shirt, I fixed the black tie and walked to the front of my desk, ready to welcome my guests. The door opened and a short, fat guy entered the room. His thin lips turned upwards when his gaze met mine, he reached out a plump hand in my direction and I approached to shake it.

"Finally we meet, mr Choi" he said in a high-pitched voice, much higher than I expected.

"The pleasure is all mine, sir. I hope you had a nice flight"

"Yes, very plesant. I have to say that your Korean air stewardesses are much nicer than our American ones" he smirked.

I was about to answer when another figure walked in. The sound of her high red heels echoed throughout the office also arousing the attention of the American who turned slightly before facing me again.

"My assistan and translator, I know you speak good English but I thought better to have someone who mastered both languages perfectly so as to avoid any possible misunderstanding" he explained.

"Wise choice, mr Davis" I smiled focusing my attention on the young girl standing behind the man.

She was undeniably beautiful: her legs were wrapped in a black, narrow skirt that ended just above her knees, a red blouse, matching the shoes, was carefully tucked under the skirt highlighting her perfect body shape. Her face was round and small, her full lips parted in a polite smile. She was defenitly Asian but something in her big brown eyes told me that she was not originally from Korea. The short bob cut brought out all her beauty.

She moved a strand of black hair behind her ear while her other hand met mine and she introduced herself in a fluent korean.

"Lalisa Manoban, sir. Nice to meet you!" her grip was strong.

"Choi San" I replied "Stop me if I'm being too forward, but your surname doesn't sound Korean however I can't hear an accent"

She smiled "I'm from Thailand but I lived most of my life in Seoul, so I guess I don't really have an accent"

I nodded and because I didn't want to be rude I turned back to mr Davis inviting them to have a sit.

"Enough of my chit chat" I said in English while taking place behind my desk "We're here to talk business"

The meeting lasted for a good hour during which we discussed all the details of the contract. At the end of it mr Davis looked very satisfied and I could say the same. While he was standing he gave me a warm smile and, before shaking our hands once again, he said:

"I have a dear friend in the political ranks of your country, I'm sure he'd love to meet you and put in a good word, mr Choi. Assuming you are interested in the public career, of course"

"I'll be glad, sir" I shook his hand and bowed.

I turned to Lalisa to thank her too, but she spoke before I could intervene: "I hope to see you again, San-ssi" the informality made me smirk, "This is my business card if you'll ever need an interpreter or someone to grab a coffee with" she smiled handing me a piece of paper.

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind"

When they left I turned the small card between my fingers and I couldn't help but smile. Just a couple of years before I would have guarded that piece of paper with absolute care, making sure to call that number a few days later, given the interest shown by the owner. Instead I took it and locked it in the drawer where I kept all my paperwork. For once I really had all I could wish for and I wouldn't have ruined everything over a fuck.

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Mr Davis had been on his word and after a few weeks I was assigned a chair in a famous university of economics in Seoul. I had to delegate much more work to Jongho due to my busy schedule, but the company took great benefit from my new connections and money started to flow in once again.

"You look so professional here" Wooyoung laughed, teasing me while pointing at a photo in a magazine.

"Put that away, please!" I begged, trying to catch it from his hands but he was faster.

He jumped up from the couch and run away from me: "The media could not remain indifferent to the arrival of the new sexy professor. Choi San, already known for his import export business, was recently assigned to..."

"Wooyoung, please! It's embarrassing enough without you reading it out loud!" I fake cried.

"Listen to this one: Wide shoulders and a breath-taking foxy eyes, but will he be able to actually teach something to his students?" he laughed.

"Yah! That's mean!" I pouted.

He closed the magazine and came to sit on the couch hugging me from behind.

"Do I have to worry about some student stealing your heart, foxy-eyes?" he whispered to my ear kissing my neck just behind it. That simple gesture sending shivers down my spine.

"Actually, hearing those girls call me 'professor' all day, I'm starting to like it" my hands reached his thigh caressing it under his baggy joggers.

"Should I start calling you 'professor', too? Is it a kink, now?" he took my lobe between his lips, nibbling onto it.

I moaned unintentionally. I felt his hands slip on my back, reaching my neck, loosening the tie knot. Then he started unbuttoning my shirt, when he had enough space he threw his hands under it, feeling my chest and reaching my nipples twisting them slowly. I could feel my boner growing under my tight pants.

"Young-ah..." I hissed when he bit me in the juncture between neck and shoulder, soothing the pain with his tongue.

"What is it, professor?" he tased me, his hands slowly approaching my lower half "Am I being a bad student?" he palmed me throght the fabric of my trousers.

"Mmmh... A very bad one!" my hand fell on his making it move more firmly, my cock was painfully hard.

"Are you going to teach me a lesson?"

His hot breath on my neck took me to the edge and in a second I turned our positions so that my body was now pressed over his, my hand making his way from his thigh to his crotch. He arched his back, his hips brushed forcefully against mine making me feel that he was rock hard too. His right hand unbuttoned my pants while his left locked around my lose tie, pulling me down. Our lips collided in a sloppy kiss.

He was playing with my waist band making me every second more eager when the doorbell rang. I pulled away taken aback and Wooyoung whined, pouting.

"Don't go!" he said, trying to draw my attention back to him, but the bell rang once again.

"It might be important" I stood up, "I'll be back in a second, bad students need to be punished!"

I could see a smile breaking his pout for a second and I smirked before turning to the entrance. I lowered the doorknob without checking the peephole.

"Mom?" I almost yelled in surprise trying to fix my hair and tie.

"Is it a bad moment?" She looked at me head to toe, coughing when she noticed the buttun on my pants undone.

"N-no!" I tried to make myself presentable "Please, come in"

She took off her shoes and made her way in.

"You never invited me here. I saw the articles about you, well... every magazine in Seoul is talking about you. I was passing by and I thought..." she stopped talking.

"Eomeoni!" I saw Wooyoung get up hastily from the sofa, shaking out the folds from his sweater.

"Wooyoung-ah... What a... nice surprise..." she turned to my direction searching my eyes and I knew I was blushing hard, "I didn't expect to find you here!"

"It's good to see you again, eomeoni" Wooyoung bowed, trying to hide his flustered face.

"Mmmh" my mother just nodded "I came to give you these," she turned talking to me completly ignoring Wooyoung and she handed me couple of thick books that I didn't notice until that moment "Now that you're teaching I thought they might be usefull, they belonged to your father, it's all about business-stuff, you'll know better"

I tooked them thanking her.

"I don't want to disturb you any further, I'm leaving"

"But you just arrived..." I tried to sound nice, hiding my embarassement.

"The driver is waiting for me, I didn't mean to stay long anyway" she bent her head to greet Wooyoung with a strained smile then she looked at me with sternly-eyes "Call me".

I walked her to the door. When she left I turned to face Wooyoung, our eyes met and we both knew we fucked up.