No Moral

nshin grabbed it.

Despite their skin touching, Sehun didn’t get angry.
He looked amused as he clamped down on his cigarette.
He grabbed the back of Yoonshin’s neck, yanking him closer.

“Senior Attorney.” Astonished, Yoonshin tried to call the older lawyer, but it was all for naught.
Sehun pulled the younger man’s skinny frame until he was even closer; then, when they got close enough, he snuffed out his cigarette and blew smoke into the younger man’s face.
Yoonshin coughed and squinted, his vision filled with Sehun.

“Are you planning on killing me through second-hand smoking?”

“That takes too long.
It’s also too risky.
I wouldn’t use that method.”

“Are you drunk by any chance? You did seem to drink endlessly.”

“I did drink a bit more than usual today.”

“Why? Your arguments were good…”

Sehun interrupted Yoonshin mid-sentence.
“My head hurts because of you.”

“I don’t get what you mean all of a sudden.
Did I do something wrong?”

“You keep pissing me off.”

“…”

“My headaches and insomnia are pretty bad these days.
It’s all your fault.”

Yoonshin didn’t recall making the older man irritated at work or in private.
To say it another way, Sehun was picking on him for no reason.

Yet strangely, Yoonshin didn’t feel upset by it.
The pre-existing emotions that the usually seasoned and professional older man kept hidden probably morphed to a different form.
Yoonshin didn’t know exactly what those feelings were, but he could feel their existence.

The palm that wrapped itself around Yoonshin’s neck moved.
Sehun rolled his hand over the soft skin of the other, massaging it.
Where their skin touched, heat naturally arose.
Yoonshin’s whole body seemed to heat up along with it.

They were so close to each other that Yoonshin could smell the alcohol mixed with the spicy scent of nicotine in the other’s breath.
The cologne that the older man frequently wore floated on the top notes.