Stepbrother! Stop being a thug!

In Jihoon's dream, Minjae stood before him, his body glistening with sweat as he towered over Jihoon.His muscles rippled with each movement, and Jihoon could feel the heat radiating off of him.

Minjae's eyes were dark with desire as he leaned down to capture Jihoon's lips in a searing kiss.Jihoon moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over Minjae's muscular back and shoulders.

As Minjae pushed him down onto the bed, Jihoon felt his strong arms wrap around him, pulling him close as he began to thrust into him.Minjae's cock was hard and thick, filling Jihoon completely as he rode him hard from above.The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and moans of pleasure.

Jihoon shot up in bed, his breath ragged and his body drenched in a cold sweat. His heart pounded against his chest as fragmented images from the dream clung stubbornly to his mind. Minjae—his stepbrother—had been there, but not in the way Jihoon had ever imagined.

The dream had been intense, vivid in a way that left his cheeks burning and his stomach twisted in knots of both confusion and guilt. Jihoon ran a hand over his flushed face, groaning in frustration as the details replayed against his will: Minjae's smirking lips, the way he'd whispered Jihoon's name, the weight of his touch.

"This is so messed up!!" Jihoon muttered, burying his face in his hands. "What is wrong with me???"

The guilt gnawed at him. How could he dream about Minjae like that? Minjae was family—or at least, close enough to it. Jihoon shook his head, trying to shake off the lingering heat that clung to him. It was just a stupid dream, nothing more.

Taking a deep breath, Jihoon glanced at the clock on his bedside table, hoping to distract himself.

10:00 a.m.

The realization hit him like a truck. "Oh, crap!" Jihoon yelped, scrambling out of bed so quickly that he nearly tripped over his own feet.

He was late—late—to his first day at Minjae's workplace. Of all the days to oversleep, why did it have to be today? And why did it have to be after that dream?

Jihoon frantically searched for his formal clothes, his hands shaking as he yanked his shirt from the closet. He barely managed to pull it on before fumbling with his pants, his mind racing.

Minjae was going to kill him. Not just because he was late, but because Minjae would definitely notice his disheveled state. And Jihoon couldn't face him—not after the dream, not with those images still haunting him.

"Why me?" Jihoon groaned as he grabbed his bag and bolted out the door, his hair still slightly mussed and his shoes barely tied.

As he ran through the bustling streets, his mind couldn't stop replaying the dream. Jihoon shook his head violently, trying to focus. He had bigger problems to worry about right now, like the fact that his boss—and stepbrother—was probably fuming at his absence.

But no matter how hard he tried, that fuzzy, guilty feeling in his chest refused to go away.

By the time Jihoon reached Minjae's office, he was out of breath, his cheeks flushed both from the rush and lingering embarrassment. It was already 10:30 a.m.—a full thirty minutes late on his first day.

As he stepped inside, Jihoon found Minjae seated at his desk, effortlessly commanding the room with his presence. Papers were spread out before him, and he was flipping through them with practiced ease. His black suit was immaculate, and his white hair caught the light, giving him an almost ethereal look.

The moment Minjae noticed Jihoon, he leaned back in his chair and smirked, that trademark cocky expression lighting up his face. "Well well~" Minjae drawled, setting the papers aside. "What happened to knowing how to be on time?"

Jihoon bowed his head slightly, his voice low and apologetic. "I'm sorry. I didn't sleep well last night."

Minjae raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. He rose from his chair, stepping around his desk and approaching Jihoon with slow, deliberate steps. His polished shoes clicked softly against the floor, each sound making Jihoon's heart race a little faster.

When Minjae stood directly in front of him, he towered over Jihoon, his presence overwhelming. "Didn't sleep well, huh?" Minjae murmured, his tone teasing but with a hint of curiosity. "That's fine. Just don't make it a habit, little brother."

Before Jihoon could respond, Minjae reached out and patted his head, his touch gentle and surprisingly affectionate. Jihoon stiffened, feeling his face heat up again. This was becoming a pattern—Minjae always managed to fluster him so easily.

But then Minjae's gaze shifted downward, and his smirk faltered ever so slightly. His sharp eyes took in the faint but unmistakable bulge in Jihoon's pants.

For a split second, there was silence. Jihoon's breath hitched as he noticed where Minjae's gaze had landed.

Minjae's smirk returned, but this time it carried a different edge—one that sent a shiver down Jihoon's spine. "Rough night indeed," Minjae said, his voice low and smooth, almost as if he were amused.

Jihoon's eyes widened in horror, and he instinctively stepped back, his hands fumbling to adjust his shirt and hide any evidence of his current state. "I-It's nothing!" Jihoon stammered, his face burning with humiliation. "I just… I didn't get much sleep, that's all!"

Minjae chuckled softly, crossing his arms as he watched Jihoon with that infuriatingly smug expression. "Relax," he said, his tone light. "I'm just messing with you. But seriously, try to get some rest tonight. I don't need my employees falling apart on me."

Jihoon nodded quickly, avoiding Minjae's gaze as his heart threatened to pound out of his chest. He mumbled another apology before Minjae stepped back, giving him space.

"Alright, enough teasing," Minjae said, his tone shifting back to business. "Your first task is simple—sort these files and arrange them by priority. Think you can handle that?"

Jihoon swallowed hard, grateful for the change in topic. "Y-Yeah. I can do that."

"Good," Minjae said, handing him a stack of papers. "Welcome to your first day."

As Jihoon moved to his desk, he couldn't shake the feeling of Minjae's gaze lingering on him, sharp and knowing. And deep down, that fuzzy, confusing feeling from earlier only seemed to grow stronger.

As Jihoon busied himself with the stack of files, he could feel Minjae's presence nearby, his teasing aura almost tangible. The tension from earlier still lingered, but Jihoon forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

Just as he began to sort the documents, Minjae stepped closer, his polished shoes entering Jihoon's peripheral vision. Before Jihoon could react or step away, Minjae leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Jihoon froze, his mind going completely blank as the warmth of Minjae's lips lingered on his skin. The audacity—the nerve—of this man!

Without thinking, Jihoon grabbed the nearest thing he could—an entire stack of papers—and slammed it into Minjae's face. The force wasn't enough to seriously harm him, but it was enough to make Minjae stumble back slightly, the papers scattering to the floor in a chaotic flurry.

"Ow!" Minjae exclaimed, his voice muffled as he caught the brunt of the blow. He rubbed his nose, though a wide grin was already spreading across his face.

Jihoon glared at him, his cheeks blazing red with a mix of fury and embarrassment. "What the hell was that for?!" he snapped.

Minjae burst into laughter, his deep chuckles filling the room. He straightened up, shaking his head as he looked at Jihoon with a gleam in his eyes. "You're like an angry little kitten," he teased, still chuckling. "All claws but no bite."

Jihoon's jaw dropped, his anger intensifying at Minjae's blatant amusement. "I'm not a kitten!" he shouted, crossing his arms defensively. "And don't kiss me like that! What are you even doing?!"

Minjae tilted his head, his grin softening into something almost affectionate. "Relax, Jihoon~" he said, his voice calm but playful. "It's just a kiss on the forehead. Don't siblings do that?"

Jihoon narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. "We're not even blood-related."

"Details," Minjae replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, the grin still firmly in place. "Besides, you looked like you needed it. You were all tense and flustered. Thought I'd help you relax."

Jihoon groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Stop harrasing me..." he muttered, turning back to the mess of papers on the floor.

Minjae crouched down to help him gather the scattered documents, his movements casual and unhurried. "You're entertaining, I'll give you that," he said, handing Jihoon a neat stack of papers. "Working with you might be more fun than I thought."

Jihoon snatched the papers from him, his glare sharp enough to cut glass. "I'm not here to entertain you pervert" he said through gritted teeth.

Minjae smirked, standing back up and brushing off his suit. "Sure you're not," he said, his tone dripping with amusement.

Jihoon shot him one last glare before focusing on the task at hand. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't ignore the lingering heat on his forehead or the infuriating smile that Minjae wore so effortlessly.

This was going to be a long day.