Come here

YanJun decided to go for plan B when he returned to the office. He dialed his girlfriend's number on the fancy vintage telephone he saw. He flexed his free hand nervously when it began to ring. His hand holding the receiver against his ear shook slightly.

"Hello," a soft feminine voice came from the other end making his heart race faster after skipping a beat. The door behind him opened as he parted his lips to speak. He turned slowly to look at the man watching him at the door.

He swallowed as placed the receiver down and tried hard to prevent hyperventilating.

"You should have continued making your call," Mingyu said very carefreely.

YanJun was taken aback by the words he spoke but he did not miss the coldness in his gaze that had him swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. His palms began sweating furiously as he clenched them forcing him to open them and rub them dry on his trousers.

"I should have not interrupted your call, right?" Mingyu asked as he began walking toward his table.

YanJun moved away from the table as his gaze met the man's icy brown eyes. He was scared witless but he was forced to keep looking at the man to avoid any unexpected move. He was watching to be able to guess what his next move would be.

"You don't wish to respond, do you?" Mingyu seemed to be the only person in a state to talk. "And you tried to access my desktop. The password is a mix of your birthday month and your first name. It might be hard to figure out the mix even if I had told you earlier. Next time, feel free to ask me for my password."

YanJun could feel his legs shaking. he was almost literally wetting his pants looking at this man who seemed to be very calm. He wished the telephone was his plan A. He needed the woman's phone to access the internet but since that was not possible, he decided to use the telephone. He should have made that his plan B.

He waited impatiently as he rubbed his hand on his trousers to dry the sweat that formed on his palm but he could not bring his hand to his forehead to mop the beads of sweat.

"Are you done?" Mingyu asked another question glancing at the telephone and back at the shaking YanJun. He did not find it surprising because he expected worse from the young man. He was human and seeking an escape route when trapped was in his nature.

YanJun gave a shaky nod in response. He dared not make the phone call again with that man watching him.

"That's good then. You can sit down where you see fit," the man told him before moving his attention to his desktop. He began typing on the keyboard before glancing at YanJun who was unable to drag his shaking body to the sofa. "Why do you look so scared?"

"I am sorry," YanJun began with his lips quivering as he spoke. He looked down at his fiddling trembling fingers.

"That is okay. Sit down," Mingyu responded calmly before whatever was on the screen of his computer caught his attention that he fixed his gaze on the screen.

It took him more time than he wanted to get to the sofa. He sat down but he was too scared to relax as he sat down with his back straight like a pole as he bowed his head.

"Why do you look sad?" Mingyu was forced to ask as the ambiance of his office suddenly felt like he was in a funeral service.

"I am sorry," YanJun repeated this time, his voice sounding more stable.

"Why do you look like you want to give me something to show how sincere you are?" Mingyu asked resting on the backrest of his chair and fixing his gaze on YanJun.

YanJun raised his head hastily but when he met the lazy gaze of the man, he bowed again to hide his heated face but Mingyu could see his ears get pink and he could not hold back a smirk.

When YanJun began to relax, Mingyu could finally focus on what he was doing but it was half-hearted as he could not help but look at the young man who had somehow made himself comfortable on the sofa.

It was not hard to miss the young man's boredom after all he had nothing else to do than stare around the exquisitely designed office and at his fair slender fingers.

He was forced to feel guilty. He abandoned his work and called out, "YanJun."

YanJun was taken aback to suddenly hear a sound in the overly quiet room. He raised his head and met MingYu's gaze. The handsome man smiled at him and he was forced to look away from that overpowering stare.

"Come over," Mingyu ordered with a gentle gesture with his hands.

YanJun stood up mechanically and approached the man. He stopped in front of the work desk but when the man gave him an unsatisfied stare, he moved around the desk until he was standing only a foot away from Mingyu.

"Come closer," Mingyu ordered his voice sounding deeper. YanJun moved despite the hesitation that delayed him.

The man pulled him down to his lap with his hand wrapped around his waist. It was a fast and shocking movement, he wanted so badly to scream out but he ended up biting on his lower lips.

"You look bored, how about we begin working on your registration?" Mingyu asked the shy younger man he felt so good to hold to him. He made sure to make all YanJun used in the past available for him and the scent that filled his nose was so nice.

He could not hold burying his face into his neck and inhaling. YanJun was so shocked that he immediately tensed before it came to his mind that he had to escape before this gets any worse.

He tried to release his waist from that hold. "Please," he begged the man when he was unwilling to let go. The man laughed softly and released him.

"You are blushing," the man commented before moving his attention to the screen of his computer.