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Assistant: Title: Drunken Confessions
        Author: malfoxyy malfoxyy 
        Chapter: 1/4 
        Summary: Where Jang Geu-rae and Jang Baek-gi accidentally kissed after their successful mission while being drunk
        Contents: Chapter 1: Socks and Underwear
    

    


      
        
          
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    The moon hung low over the city, its pale glow mingling with the dull orange of streetlights. The air carried the faint scent of soju and sweat, remnants of the long, chaotic day Geu-rae and Baek-ki had spent selling socks and underwear. “Baek-ki ssi,” Geu-rae slurred, the bag of cash swinging wildly in his hand as they stumbled out of the sauna. “We did so good today. Like... so good. We’re basically... sales geniuses.”  Baek-ki shot him a sideways glance, his jaw tight. “Keep your voice down! You’re holding a bag full of money!”  Geu-rae blinked, then clutched the bag tighter to his chest like a child cradling a stuffed toy. “Right. Secret mission. Got it.”  Baek-ki sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. His own head was spinning slightly from the drinks, but someone had to stay in control. Unfortunately, that someone appeared to be him. They walked in uneven steps, the night air doing little to sober them. Geu-rae hummed softly to himself, a tuneless melody that grated on Baek-ki’s nerves.  “Why are you so happy?” Baek-ki asked, his tone sharper than he intended.  Geu-rae turned to him with a lopsided grin, his cheeks flushed. “Because you’re here, Baek-ki ssi.” Geu-rae idiotically smiled.Baek-ki froze mid-step, his eyes narrowing. “What?” “You always make things better,” Geu-rae said earnestly, oblivious to the way Baek-ki’s face twitched. “Even when you’re grumpy. Which is... a lot.”  Baek-ki pinched the bridge of his nose. “Geu-rae, you’re drunk.”  “And you’re smart,” Geu-rae countered, poking Baek-ki’s arm. “And kind. And... and handsome.” The last word hung in the air, heavier than either of them expected. Baek-ki’s head whipped around to stare at Geu-rae, his eyes wide. “What did you just say?”  Geu-rae blinked up at him, swaying slightly on his feet. “I said... you’re handsome?”  Baek-ki’s ears burned. “Why would you say that?” Geu-rae tilted his head, his expression confused. “Because it’s true?”  Baek-ki’s brain short-circuited. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. The silence between them stretched, awkward and suffocating.  And then, without warning, Geu-rae tripped.  “Whoa!” he yelped, stumbling forward.  Baek-ki moved on instinct, reaching out to steady him. Their bodies collided, and in the chaos, their faces ended up far closer than either of them anticipated.  Too close.  Baek-ki’s breath hitched, his gaze flicking to Geu-rae’s lips for the briefest moment. It was a split-second decision, a shared pull neither of them could explain. Geu-rae’s wide eyes stared into Baek-ki’s. They both moved at the same time, clumsy and hesitant, their noses bumping awkwardly before their lips finally met.  It wasn’t romantic.  It wasn’t smooth.  It was the clumsy, awkward collision of two people too drunk and too startled to stop themselves.  Baek-ki widened his eyes, pulling himself away from Geu-rae, “What—what was that?!”  Geu-rae blinked, his hand hovering near his mouth. “Did we just... kiss?”  “No!” Baek-ki snapped, his voice several octaves higher than normal. “That wasn’t a kiss! That was—an accident! A—a collision!”  Geu-rae tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “But our lips touched. Doesn’t that make it a kiss?”  Baek-ki stared at him, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “You—no! Stop talking!”  Geu-rae, ever oblivious, simply smiled. “It was kind of nice, though.”  Baek-ki choked. “Nice?! Are you out of your mind?!”  “I mean, not like a real kiss,” Geu-rae clarified, waving a hand. “But, you know, for a first time...”  “First—what are you even saying?!” Baek-ki’s face was redder than the streetlights.  Geu-rae frowned slightly, his gaze dropping to the ground. “Sorry. I guess... I just always thought if I kissed someone, it’d be... special.”  The words were soft, almost inaudible. But Baek-ki heard them, and they made his stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol.  Geu-rae looked up again, his eyes wide and honest. “I’ve always liked you, Baek-ki ssi, even when you didn’t like me that much.”  Baek-ki froze, his heart skipping a beat.  “I mean,” Geu-rae continued, scratching the back of his neck, “not in a weird way. Just, like... you’re someone I really admire. And maybe a little more than admire. But that’s not weird, right?”  Baek-ki couldn’t speak. His brain felt like it had been unplugged.  Geu-rae took his silence as encouragement and smiled shyly. “Anyway, I’m glad my first kiss was with you.”  “I—” Baek-ki’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat, trying to summon some semblance of composure. “You’re—you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”  “Maybe,” Geu-rae said with a shrug. “But I mean it.”  Baek-ki ran a hand through his hair, torn between panic and disbelief. “We need to get back to the office,” he muttered, more to himself than to Geu-rae.  Geu-rae beamed, falling into step beside him. “Alright, lead the way Baek-ki ssi!”  Baek-ki shot him a look, but Geu-rae just grinned wider. Despite the embarrassment burning through his entire body, Baek-ki couldn’t help but think that Geu-rae’s smile was dangerously contagious.  As they walked, Baek-ki kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, trying desperately to ignore the warmth creeping into his chest.  Geu-rae hummed softly beside him, blissfully unaware of the storm he’d just unleashed in Baek-ki’s mind.  They avoided each other’s gaze (more like only Baek-ki did) as they resumed walking, the bag of money between them like an unspoken barrier.  The walk back to One International was quieter than before, the easy camaraderie from earlier replaced by a charged silence. Geu-rae’s thoughts raced, replaying the moment over and over. He could still feel the faint pressure of Baek-ki’s lips against his own, and it made his heart pound in a way that had nothing to do with exertion.  Beside him, Baek-ki was equally unsettled. He stole glances at Geu-rae, trying to read his expression, but the younger man’s face was carefully… bubbly while humming a non-existent song, Geu-rae is still drunk. It frustrated him more than it should have.The night air was crisp and cool, but Baek-ki’s head felt like it was on fire. His heart was still racing, his thoughts a chaotic mess, and Geu-rae was absolutely no help at all.  “Why are you humming?” Baek-ki barked, shooting a glare at the younger man.  Geu-rae blinked at him, looking genuinely confused. “Because I’m happy?”  “Happy,” Baek-ki repeated, his tone dripping with disbelief. “We’re dragging a bag of dirty money back to the office after a humiliating day of selling socks and underwear, and you’re happy?”  “Well... yeah,” Geu-rae said, his grin unfaltering. “It’s kind of fun, isn’t it? Like a secret spy mission!” Baek-ki stopped in his tracks, turning to stare at Geu-rae like he’d grown a second head. “Fun? Spy mission? Are you even listening to yourself right now?”  Geu-rae tilted his head, his expression earnest. “I mean, we worked really hard today, Baek-ki ssi. And we did it together. That’s pretty cool, don’t you think?”  “No,” Baek-ki snapped, resuming his brisk pace. “It’s not cool. It’s pathetic. And you’re being ridiculous.”  Geu-rae jogged a few steps to catch up, the bag of cash swinging awkwardly in his grip. “But we made so much money! I think it’s something to be proud of.”  Baek-ki let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Proud? Of what? That we made fools of ourselves? That we kissed—” He clamped his mouth shut, his face flushing crimson. Geu-rae’s eyes widened. “Oh, right! The kiss!”  “Don’t. Talk. About. That,” Baek-ki growled, his hands balling into fists at his sides.  “But—”  “Not another word!”  Geu-rae’s lips pressed together in a tight line, but his cheeks were pink, and Baek-ki could tell he was trying not to smile.  The sight only made Baek-ki angrier. “What are you smiling about? Do you think this is funny?”  “No!” Geu-rae said quickly, though his voice wavered. “It’s just... you’re always so serious, Baek-ki. It’s kind of nice to see you like this.”  “Like this?” Baek-ki echoed, his tone dangerously low. “What’s ‘this’ supposed to mean?”  “You know,” Geu-rae said, his voice softening. “More... human.”  Baek-ki stopped walking again, his gaze boring into Geu-rae. “Human,” he repeated, as though the word physically pained him.  Geu-rae nodded, his smile returning. “Yeah. It’s nice.”  Baek-ki stared at him for a long moment, his jaw working as he struggled to form a response. Finally, he shook his head and started walking again, muttering under his breath. “You’re unbelievable.”  Geu-rae trotted after him, the bag of cash bouncing against his leg. “Baek-ki ssi, wait! I didn’t mean it in a bad way!”  “Just stop talking,” Baek-ki snapped. “For five minutes. Please.”  Geu-rae obeyed, falling silent, though the grin on his face didn’t fade.  The silence between them was heavy, punctuated only by the sound of their footsteps and the occasional rustle of the bag. Baek-ki’s mind raced, replaying the events of the evening in excruciating detail.  The kiss.  Geu-rae’s confession.  The way his own heart had skipped a beat when Geu-rae smiled at him.  No, Baek-ki thought fiercely, shaking his head. I’m not doing this. I’m not... thinking about him like that.But the more he tried to suppress the thoughts, the louder they became.  “Baek-ki ssi?”  Baek-ki groaned, rubbing his temples. “What now?”  Geu-rae hesitated, his brow furrowing. “Are you mad at me?”  “Yes,” Baek-ki said immediately. “Always.”  “Oh,” Geu-rae said, his shoulders slumping slightly.  Baek-ki sighed, his anger faltering at the sight. “Look,” he said, his tone softer. “I’m not... mad, okay? I’m just... tired. And drunk. And this night has been a disaster.”  Geu-rae nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “But it wasn’t all bad, right?”  Baek-ki raised an eyebrow. “What part of tonight wasn’t bad?”  Geu-rae’s cheeks flushed, but he met Baek-ki’s gaze with surprising determination. “The part where I got to spend time with you.”  Baek-ki’s breath caught, his heart lurching painfully in his chest.  Geu-rae smiled shyly, clutching the bag of cash tighter. “Even when you’re mad at me, I’m glad you’re here.”  For once, Baek-ki had no idea what to say. He turned away, his face burning as they approached the office building.  “Let’s just... get this over with,” he muttered, his voice strained.  Geu-rae nodded, his steps light and cheerful as they entered the building together.    By the time they reached the office, the alcohol was long gone and the awkwardness between them was almost unbearable. Geu-rae busied himself with reporting his mission to Mr. Oh. After Mr. Oh tells him to do a report and expect it to be done by morning, Geu-rae starts unpacking the bag, counting the bills with meticulous focus. The office is dim, nearly silent now. Geu-rae has just finished sending the report to Mr. Oh. The task kept him busy longer than he expected, feeling awkward in the empty space.  Geu-rae sat at his desk, typing the report for Mr. Oh with mechanical precision. The office was nearly silent, save for the occasional hum of the air conditioning and the soft clicking of his keyboard.He glanced at the clock in his screen. Midnight. The alcohol in his system had begun to dissipate, leaving him with a dull headache and a growing sense of unease.His fingers hesitated over the keys as fragments of the evening replayed in his mind.The drinks. The laughter.And the kiss.His breath hitched, his hands faltering. Slowly, the fog cleared, and the memory became sharper. The warmth of Baek-ki’s lips. The way their breaths had mingled in the fleeting moment before reality crashed down around them.Geu-rae’s cheeks burned, and he glanced around the office as though afraid someone might have seen. But the only other person left was Baek-ki, sitting at his own desk, motionless.Geu-rae’s eyes darted toward him, then away. Baek-ki hadn’t said a word since they returned to the office. He’d barely even looked at Geu-rae.Maybe he didn’t remember.But Baek-ki wasn’t the type to forget something like that, was he?The thought made Geu-rae’s stomach churn. His gaze flickered back to Baek-ki again. The other man sat rigidly, his shoulders tense, his attention fixed on his screen. Geu-rae swallowed hard and looked back at his own report, forcing his hands to move. He typed mechanically, one word after another, but the words felt hollow.The minutes dragged on, and the weight in the room grew heavier.When he finally finished the report, Geu-rae leaned back in his chair and exhaled shakily. The report was done, but the knot in his chest remained. Geu-rae stood slowly, gathering his things with deliberate care. His hands trembled as he shut his laptop and placed it in his bag.As he turns off the lights and heads toward the elevator, the faint silhouette of someone standing near the doorway catches his eye. Startled, Geu-rae halts in his tracks. The glow from the hallway spills over Jang Baek-ki, who’s standing stiffly, hands shoved into his pockets.  “You’re still here?” Geu-rae blurts, his voice too loud in the quiet. Asking a blunt sgupid question even though he knows that the other man had been there all this time.Baek-ki swallows visibly before answering, “I was writing a report.”  Geu-rae feels the air shift, heavier somehow. His mind races back to the kiss, the memory burning bright and unwelcome. He forces himself to meet Baek-ki’s gaze, though his own awkwardness practically radiates off him.  Baek-ki clears his throat. “Jang Geu-rae ssi.”  “Yes?”  He braced himself for something—for Baek-ki to say anything.But Baek-ki didn’t. He didn’t move.The silence between them was unbearable, yet neither of them made the first move to break it.A heavy pause stretches between them, and Baek-ki’s expression wavers, his usual confidence fraying at the edges. “Never mind.” He shakes his head sharply, stepping past Geu-rae toward the elevator.  Geu-rae’s hand twitches, like he wants to reach out but doesn’t dare. “Wait. About earlier—”  “Forget it,” Baek-ki cuts in, his voice cool and clipped. He doesn’t turn around.  Geu-rae frowns, his throat tight. “I.. I don’t think I can.”Baek-ki stops, his shoulders stiff. For a moment, Geu-rae thinks he might say something, but instead, Baek-ki presses the elevator button. The soft chime of the doors opening echoes in the silence.  “Goodnight, Jang Geu-rae ssi,” Baek-ki says, stepping inside.  Before Geu-rae can respond, the doors slide shut, leaving him standing alone in the dim office, the weight of Baek-ki’s dismissal settling uncomfortably in his chest.     Baek-ki sat in the back of the taxi, staring blankly out the window as the city lights blurred past. His jaw was tight, his mind racing with thoughts he didn’t want to entertain.  That kiss. It had been a mistake. An idiotic, drunken mistake.  But the memory refused to leave him—the awkward tilt of their heads, the faint taste of soju, and the surprised softness of Geu-rae’s lips. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to push the image away.  He groaned under his breath. “What’s wrong with me?”  Geu-rae’s expression when Baek-ki brushed him off earlier lingered in his mind. Those wide, earnest eyes, filled with confusion and something else Baek-ki couldn’t quite place. Guilt pricked at him, but he shoved it down.  It was better this way.  Geu-rae was... Geu-rae. Awkward, overly sincere, and far too naive for his own good. He didn’t belong in Baek-ki’s carefully ordered world. The kiss was a fluke—a product of alcohol and bad judgment.  So why couldn’t he stop thinking about it?  Baek-ki clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He hated this feeling, this vulnerability that Geu-rae seemed to drag out of him without even trying.  The taxi slowed to a stop outside his apartment building. Baek-ki paid the driver quickly, stepping into the crisp night air. The coolness bit at his skin, but it did little to clear his head.  He climbed the stairs to his apartment, his footsteps heavy. The moment he stepped inside, he kicked off his shoes and sank onto the bed, burying his face in his hands.  “Forget it,” he muttered to himself. “It doesn’t matter.”  But even as he said it, he knew it wasn’t true.  The memory of Geu-rae’s uncertain voice echoed in his mind: “I don’t think I can.”  Baek-ki sighed, leaning back against the couch and staring at the ceiling. Tomorrow, they’d go back to work. Things would return to normal.  At least, that’s what he told himself.  But deep down, Baek-ki knew that no matter how hard he tried to avoid it, nothing about Geu-rae—or what had happened—was something he could easily forget. 
  
  

    
      
        
        
          I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, maybe i'll continue further chapters and maybe they'll be boyfriends who knows? Anyways, english isn't my first language so olease forgive me if there's any mistake.And tbh THERE ARE NO FANFICS ABT THEM??? I'm confused, their tension WAS INTENSE throughout the whole show!'
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