Chanchones.

Bang Chan and Jongin had been working together for three years and had become fast friends. Although Chan had been with the company much longer, Jongin—due to his professionalism and, to some extent, charisma—was promoted. They held a company party and invited the entire department. Jongin, a heavy drinker, ordered wine, champagne, and later, good cognac.

There was only one teetotaler—Chan. He didn't drink on principle. But he'd long secretly loved the younger brother and decided to seize the opportunity. When his colleagues, quite tipsy, began to leave, Jongin ignored everyone and continued sitting with Chan. In the end, completely drunk, he barely made it to the parking lot—there were no cars left except his and Chan's. A second later, he collapsed, exhausted.

Chan, as if anticipating this, followed him out, picked him up, and placed him in the backseat of Jongin's car. He took the wheel himself, took the keys from the younger man's pocket, and drove him home. Realizing his own car was left at the office, he decided to spend the night at Yang's.

When Chan had dressed Jongin in the clothes he'd found and was about to leave, Jongin clung to him with a death grip. Chan, tired, lay down next to him, hugging the sleeping younger boy. He looked at his relaxed face for a long moment and quietly whispered:

"You know, baby... how I love you. And soon you'll be my boss—giving me orders..."

He buried his nose in Jonin's head and closed his eyes, inhaling the familiar scent. A mixture of pain and happiness coursed through his chest—after all, everything could change tomorrow.