Are u done ?
"No need to knock," Jin said, his back still turned as he hurried to smooth out his shirt, now slightly wrinkled.
The door opened anyway, and a calm voice followed,
"So… that means I can come in without knocking?"
Jin turned his head.
Nova was standing there, a faint smile on her lips.
What is she doing here? Without notice?
The thought crossed his mind, but he couldn't find an explanation.
No one ever came into his office without notice, and that was something Jin did not tolerate.
Even if Nova was the sister of someone he knew, it didn't mean that rule didn't apply to her.
The only one allowed to break every rule was Smart.
No one else.
Jin looked straight into her eyes, his expression serious.
"Is there a good reason you came here without notice?"
She paused for a few seconds, thinking about what explanation she could give to his question.
Nova was around twenty-two — strikingly beautiful, playful, and naturally positive.
She was easily drawn to powerful, handsome men.
From the very first moment she saw Jin, even though she knew he was her brother's friend, her thoughts still drifted in the same direction — she wanted to charm him.
She didn't waste time.
On her very first day at work, she had asked to meet Jin directly.
The age difference never mattered to her, not when it came to men like him.
She had been outside when Jin stepped out of the car, and she recognized immediately who was behind the wheel.
It was Smart.
For days, she had suspected that something might be going on between them.
Lately, she had noticed Smart heading straight to Jin's office after finishing each photoshoot.
She took advantage of the moment when Mei stopped Smart and the two of them began talking.
Without hesitation, she went straight to Jin's office, making sure Smart would find her there.
Her intention was clear.
If Smart had feelings for Jin, then she simply had to remove him from her path.
"Nova, tell me—why are you here?" Jin asked again, his voice cold.
"Ah… I came because we have a meeting today, right—"
Jin looked at her and immediately knew something was going on in her mind.
He had enough experience to understand her intentions by now.
Yet he didn't want to be too harsh—he didn't want her to feel bad.
He took a deep breath.
"Then you've got the wrong door.
The meeting won't be held in my office… right?"
She realized her plan wasn't going the way she had hoped.
Jin wasn't giving her the chance to argue, and time was limited.
She couldn't just leave through that door—not like this.
She wanted Smart to find her there.
After a moment of thought, she suddenly stepped closer to him, smiling.
"Ah, looks like your shirt is a bit wrinkled," she said, reaching out, trying to make eye contact.
Jin didn't even bother looking at her.
He grabbed her hands, and their fingers tangled as he moved them away from his shirt.
Right at that moment, the door opened.
Smart was standing there, noticing their hands together, the words still on his lips:
"Bubu… I'm here…"
"Finally, you're here," Nova thought, feeling a small triumph within herself.
Jin immediately let go of her hands.
Nova subtly apologized to Jin, then turned to Smart with a mischievous smile, as if to show him it had all been on purpose.
Smart had sensed it from the very first moment she arrived at the company.
He knew her intentions toward Jin.
And he had promised himself that he would destroy that smile of hers.
"You think I don't know what you're trying to do?
If you keep trying to seduce the one who belongs to me, I swear, I'll make you pay," he thought, walking toward them with confidence.
Jin's mind almost went blank at the thought that Smart might misunderstand.
Deep down, he feared Smart's stubbornness, and at that moment, he didn't want any trouble between them.
Smart sank into a chair, leaning back, one leg crossed over the other, his gaze fixed on Jin.
His posture gave him such a cool, commanding presence that not just Nova, but even Jin, was left speechless.
"Then," he said, his voice calm and steady, never taking his eyes off his boyfriend,
"Are you done?"
Nova's smile froze on her lips.
Smart made her feel as if she didn't even exist in that room.
She felt completely ignored, and this was far from what she had expected.
She had expected Smart to feel uneasy and leave the office immediately.
But none of that happened.
She had surely seen enough movies like this and was trying to reenact the scene.
But without any success.
The frustration she was feeling in that moment could only be sensed by Smart through the corner of his eye.
Her face nearly flushed with anger, and she couldn't hide it.
Finally, Smart cast her a deliberately teasing glance, just enough to drive her crazier.
He simply smiled.
That smile said it all: "Don't step into my territory!"
Jin couldn't quite understand his behavior.
"Damn… this attitude means he's going to explode later," he thought.
"You can leave if you don't have anything to say," Jin immediately said to Nova.
"Oh no, I have nothing to add. I'll be going… see you at the meeting," she replied, heading for the door.
"Nova," Smart called.
She turned her head toward him.
Jin was also left a bit stunned, as he truly had no clear idea of what to expect from Smart.
Smart had become completely unpredictable.
""Don't forget to close the door," he said, a sly smile on his lips.
She flushed all over with anger.
"You'll pay for this," she thought, stepping out the door.
✧ — ✧ — ✧
As soon as the door closed, Smart smiled lightly, his gaze fixed on Jin's shirt.
"Babe, it's not what you think," Jin said immediately, stepping closer to him.
Smart looked him in the eyes.
"Hmm… I know.
But that doesn't mean I'm not angry, right?"
Jin didn't react.
He decided to let Smart vent all his jealousy.
Smart continued to look him in the eyes, his gaze often dropping to Jin's shirt.
"I don't like this shirt! Change it… don't make me tear it," he said in a calm, firm voice.
Jin grabbed him from the chair and pulled him close, wrapping him in an embrace.
"My little babe is so jealous!"
Smart whispered in his ear,
"I don't want her near you.
She needs to know her place.
"If you don't teach her place, I'll do it myself."."
"You're mine, and no one else can come close."
Jin kissed him lightly on the neck, whispering back,
"My little crazy one… you're driving me completely insane."
"I don't want to see you in that shirt!" Smart continued, his hands moving toward the buttons.
"Hmm… I think you actually want to see me undressed more," Jin teased on purpose.
Smart stepped back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes.
"And even if I do… so what?
I think I'm allowed to look at my boyfriend however I want, right?"
A fire seemed to consume Jin completely.
His eyes almost sparkled with pleasure as he heard those words.
He took two steps back and, with a swift movement, tore the shirt from his own body and tossed it to the floor.
Smart's gaze immediately landed on Jin's bare, broad chest.
It slid down over his sharply defined abs, then climbed back up to his wide, strong shoulders.
Finally, his eyes rested on the tattoo Jin had on one of his forearms.
It was a tattoo of dense, dark gray and black clouds, through which a yellow sun pierced, breaking through the darkness with its rays.
The warm color of the sun created a striking contrast against the shadows of the clouds, as if the light itself was fighting to emerge.
Smart stepped closer and grabbed his arm, examining it more closely.
That sun, perfectly captured among the clouds, looked so real!
The tattoo gave off such a pleasant vibe that, without thinking twice, he said,
"I want the same tattoo too."
"All this body here and you're only stopping at the tattoo?" Jin raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm… was I the one in the car enjoying that part of your body earlier?" Smart's eyes locked on Jin's chest.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to the curve of Jin's shoulder.
"Now that you've torn the shirt… how are you planning to go to the meeting?
Don't even think about leaving this office like that," he teased, his tone soft but warning.
Jin ruffled his hair.
"My little crazy one!!"
"Then you'll dress me," he said, grabbing Smart's hand.
With a gentle pull, he pressed Smart's back against the wall, standing right in front of him, his body flush against Smart's.
Smart stared in surprise, completely lost.
He couldn't understand how he could dress Jin like that, pressed against the wall.
Yet, the position sent shivers through his body.
Smart wrapped one hand around Jin's bare waist and leaned in, pressing his lips to the curve of his shoulder.
He bit lightly, teasingly, just enough to draw a low moan from Jin—a sound he loved to hear.
Jin pressed Smart a little harder against the wall, whispering over his lips.
"I don't know how I'm holding back!
You should be completely helpless in bed right now, you know that?"
Smart let out a soft, teasing laugh and pushed him back slightly with his hands.
"Focus! You've got a meeting… save your crazy imagination for another time."
Jin placed his hand on a small button on the wall, and a door began to slide open.
Smart's body had nowhere to brace himself.
Jin held him firmly with both hands, keeping him from falling.
Smart turned toward the wall and saw the door moving.
"Wait… let me figure this out.
What… is this?"
"This is my personal studio, where I focus on drawing my designs.
It's a space that means a lot to me!"
Smart stepped inside, eyes widening in surprise.
The small minibar, the glass table covered with sketches, the sofa, the shelves with clothes and accessories—everything.
The studio was dominated by deep black tones.
"Wow, Jin… this is so cool."
Jin watched Smart's reaction, a soft, sweet smile playing on his lips.
He almost pushed the memory of the previous night out of his mind.
"Then I guess we'll spend our ten minutes here."
"Can we spend them here every day?" Smart asked, rolling his eyes playfully.
Jin sat on the sofa and pulled Smart onto his lap, holding him close.
"Absolutely," he said.
Smart wrapped his arms around Jin's neck, took a deep breath, and whispered,
"Am I the only one…"
"Shhh, don't speak," Jin murmured, savoring the hug and the quiet.
Smart closed his eyes, resting his head on Jin's shoulder.
Ten minutes passed, but they were still hugging each other as if time didn't matter.
Smart started speaking again.
"Jin—"
"Hmm… tell me, what's bothering you?
Mmm… is it me? I mean… ,
Jin interrupted.
You want to know if you're the only one I brought here?
'Are you asking me this question?'" he asked Smart, without letting go of him from his arms.
Smart swallowed, unable to say anything else.
Jin felt the sound of Smart swallowing and immediately realized how much that thought was really bothering him.
He didn't want Smart to overthink things that weren't real.
"Babe… relax," Jin murmured softly.
"You're the first… and the last. I swear."
Smart tightened his arms around him and whispered,
"I trust you…"
"My good boy," Jin said quietly, brushing his fingers through Smart's hair.
"Don't think about things that upsets you.
Just… don't think at all. Stay here with me like this."
Still wrapped in his arms, Smart asked softly,
"Jin… how many lovers have you had?
Have you ever been in love?"
Jin hadn't actually expected that question from Smart—maybe later, but not now.
Still, whenever the time came, he already had an answer.
He held Smart a little tighter and spoke softly,
"I don't remember."
He hadn't intended to tell Smart how many lovers he'd had, even though he didn't know the exact number himself.
He absolutely didn't want Smart to know anything about it.
Smart smiled softly, holding the smile a little longer than usual.
He understood very well what Jin was trying to do.
"Are you playing the forgetful act?" he asked teasingly.
Jin smiled, noticing how sharp Smart looked in front of him, but he still wasn't going to tell him anything.
"Hmmm… no… honestly, I don't remember!"
Smart gently brushed his nose along his neck, slow and soft, then whispered,
"Bubu… I really hope your memory never comes back when it comes to this."
He paused for a second, his voice dropping even lower.
"In this case, I'd rather you stay with a lost memory."
Jin could hardly believe his own ears—what he was hearing didn't match the Smart he thought he knew.
The way he spoke, the way he carried himself, every word so measured, so effortlessly beautiful.
Calm. Mature. In control.
This was a side of Smart Jin had never expected to see.
A version far more grown, far more dangerous.
And without even realizing it,
Jin was losing the battle—day by day.
"Get up. Time to get ready."
Smart's voice cut through the quiet of the studio.
Jin pulled him closer, completely erasing the space between their bodies.
"And you?" Jin asked.
"And me what?" Smart replied, even though he knew exactly what Jin meant.
"How many?" Jin's voice dropped lower.
He asked the question, though deep down he didn't really want the answer.
Jealousy would choke him if he heard too much.
But curiosity wouldn't let him stay silent.
He asked anyway—hoping, deep down, that he was the first in Smart's life.
Smart smiled, his voice soft and teasing.
"Hmmm… I might need a little time to count them," he said, rolling his eyes playfully.
Before he could even finish the sentence, Jin had him pressed against his chest for a moment, and then quickly shifted him down onto the sofa, his hand still resting firmly on Smart's throat.
Smart hadn't expected Jin to react so intensely just from that one line.
Jin hovered over Smart, a mix of thoughts running through his mind.
One, in particular, tortured him more than the rest—a vision of Smart with someone else in bed.
It was just a fabrication in Jin's brain, but it felt so real that his mind couldn't separate it from reality.
The hand he held on Smart's throat suddenly tightened even more.
Smart began to breathe a little harder, meeting Jin's eyes.
My Jin got jealous—Smart thought, feeling a strange satisfaction, even as his throat was pressed even tighter by Jin's hand.
He raised one hand and gently brushed it against Jin's lips, caressing them lightly.
"Bubu… calm down. The important thing is that I'm yours now, right?"
One of Jin's hands, which had been resting below Smart's hood around his waist, tightened even more.
"Tell me… how many?"
Smart grabbed him by the neck firmly and pulled him closer, tilting Jin's head down and whispering into his ear.
"I don't even remember"—and immediately blocked his mouth with a fiery, passionate kiss, easing Jin's tension.
And he succeeded—Jin's hands were now free from Smart's throat and waist.
Jin relaxed, resting his head against Smart's chest.
He felt calmer when he realized Smart was just joking and didn't actually need to count.
Still, he chose not to ask about it again, not wanting to relive that storm of anger.
Smart had draped his hands over Jin's back, moving them gently across him.
He slid one hand down to the area of Jin's tattoo.
"I was serious when I told you I want a tattoo like yours."
Jin laughed and tugged his hair a little harder.
"I won't let you pierce yourself and feel the pain!"
"Hmmm… who said I haven't experienced that pain?" Smart shot back.
Jin lifted his head and looked him in the eyes.
"What do you mean by that?! Do you have a tattoo? Show me!"
"Hmm… when the time comes, you'll see," Smart said, laughing.
"Now it's time for you to go to your meeting. No more delays or excuses."
"Show me… now. Where do you have it?" Jin insisted., but received no answer.
Smart looked him in the eyes.
"Do you think I'll follow your orders?" he thought, giving no reply.
He had decided not to give any details and didn't back down.
"I said no, right?" His voice was sharp, cutting, and Jin stared at him in surprise, only a small part of him holding back from putting his hands on Smart's throat again.
Fuck, I just thought you were a cute little person who would obey me in everything!
That I could pretend to be gentle with you just to win you over!
Look how wrong I was!
You turned out to be a stubborn little cutie… and so damn cool.
"Oh shit… how am I supposed to treat you?
That last thought slipped out of his lips, loud enough for Smart to hear.
Smart opened his legs slightly and wrapped them around Jin's waist, then whispered softly, his voice sweet and teasing,
"Tell me… how do you want to treat me?"
"Hmmm… sometimes I want to be gentle, but I swear… there are times I want to go wild with you when you get so stubborn."
"You're allowed to treat me however you feel," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to Jin's cheek.
"I can handle anything you do… as long as you're only mine."
"As long as you're only mine…" That phrase struck Jin hard.
His heart melted completely, his eyes sparkled, and a wave of heat washed over him.
""Babe, don't worry. I'm only yours," Jin whispered, kissing him gently on the lips.
Smart was getting under that man's skin, and that was exactly his goal—
to make Jin fall madly in love with him, so he couldn't imagine life without him.
"Bubu… behave yourself and don't ever betray me, or you have no idea what'll happen if you disappoint me.
I've worked so hard on myself to fit you, so I won't tolerate a single mistake," Smart thought silently, recalling the scene that had happened earlier with Nova.
Even though he knew very well what Nova was trying to do, he still couldn't stand the fact that anyone else was touching his Jin.
He knew the kind of power Jin had, and anyone would want to have him for themselves.
He had started overthinking all of this and was training himself to stay patient, to handle everything with cunning and composure—just as he had done earlier with Nova—even though deep down, he was burning with jealousy.
After a while, Jin got up reluctantly, wondering where on Smart's body he might have that tattoo.
He walked over to the clothing rack to pick out what to wear.
Smart got up after him and noticed that almost every piece of clothing was black.
"I want to see it in another color, not just black," Smart said softly.
"I feel more comfortable with black," Jin replied immediately.
Smart's eyes caught on a really nice outfit.
It was a hoodie without a hood and a pair of sweatpants in a dark blue color.
He grabbed it immediately.
"Can you wear this to the meeting? Or does it need to be something more formal?"
Jin smiled.
"If you like it… I'll wear it.
Our brand is all about these kinds of clothes, so of course I'll wear it.
And honestly… it'll be the first time I do this."
"Hmmm… then maybe it's better if I choose another shirt," Smart said in a low voice.
"No," Jin replied, holding the hoodie out to him.
"Do you want to put it on me?"
Smart laughed, gently nudging him toward the bathroom to get changed.
When Jin came out, the sight of him was damn sexy.
He had even rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, showing off the tattoo.
Smart stepped closer and lowered them immediately.
"Don't you dare roll your sleeves up like that during the meeting.
I'll get jealous if you look that cool without me around!"
"Hmmm… then you'll come to the meeting too?" Jin said, smiling.
The meeting was about the models who would participate in promoting the new clothing collection— those who would walk on the runway.
Smart wasn't taking part in that; from the start, he had chosen only the photoshoot, not the runway.
"Go now," Smart said in a serious tone.
"Alright, I won't be long—wait for me here.
Don't go anywhere. When I'm done, I want to find you right here,"
he said, kissing him lightly on the lips before leaving.
*********
The meeting ended, and Jin rushed straight to the office!
He stepped into the studio and found it empty.
"Smart… where the hell are you?" he whispered, his voice tinged with frustration.
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