Doyun and Hana walked in, closing the door behind them. “President Song.” They bowed and greeted before sitting in the two seats facing President Song’s desk. 

“Mr. Kim and Ms. Yeong, it is unfortunate that we meet under these circumstances again.” President Song sadly spoke. They knew his sad tone was a lie. 

“And what are the circumstances, President Song? Just like last time, nothing shows that we were involved in this unfortunate event.” Doyun grabbed the tablet from Hana, scrolling through it as he continued to talk, not giving President Song a chance to control the situation. “Bak Young had joined us two months ago. He was on the C team and barely had a chance to join the B team. There is no way he and Mr. Im could have interacted. So, why is Mr. Im’s name being called out by reporters without proof? It seems someone is trying to cause problems.” 

It lay silent after Doyun spoke before President Song started laughing. His laughter echoed throughout the room. “It seems that the reporters saw the fire and automatically linked it to Hunter Jin-Sang.” 

“Mr. Im is not the only fire hunter, nor is he the only one in our Guild. So, it is weird that his name is being thrown out unless someone had said something.” 

President Song narrowed his eyes, “Are you trying to insinuate something, Mr. Kim?” 

“No, sir.” Doyun shook his head, “I am only stating that Mr. Im should not have been a named suspect when he had zero interaction with Bak Young. The C team barely meets any of the hunters of the A team—they are too busy to meet with every single hunter we have, especially new ones.” 

Leaning back, President Song drummed his fingers on the table, “I see. Are you telling us to let this go?” 

“We can get the Division to investigate if you would like, and if it does involve someone from our Guild, we will deal with it. If not, then we have no reason to be involved.” 

The drumming of fingers continued to echo throughout the room. “You know, Mr. Kim, I do like you. Have you thought about what we talked about last time?” 

“I am sorry, sir, I am enjoying working at the Serpent Guild and have no plans to leave.” 

President Song finally stopped drumming his fingers and leaned forward, “Hmm, how about we name this incident an accident—no need to get anyone else more involved or digging deep.” He stood up, putting out his hand, “Do you agree?” 

Doyun and Hana, who had been silent throughout the meeting, stood up, shaking President Song’s hand. “We can agree on that.” 

“Good, then let me not keep you long.” President Song sat back down, waving his hand towards the door, dismissing them. 

“Have a nice day, sir.” Doyun and Hana bowed, leaving. 

“And Mr. Kim,” President Song called as they walked out, “let’s try meeting under better circumstances, okay?” 

Doyun did not acknowledge. The suited man took them to the elevator and walked them out of the building. Hana and Doyun quickly weaved through the reporters still there and entered Doyun’s car. “Did you take the bus here?” Doyun asked as Hana buckled herself. 

“Yeah, my mother took the car,” Hana answered. 

Doyun nodded as he ran his hand through his hair, “I swear I hate dealing with that man. How many people is he going to try to sneak into the guild before he gets the message?” 

“Isn’t the point trying to show why the hunters need to be controlled?” Hana started typing on the tablet that Doyun returned. She was writing up a statement for the reporters. They will post the statement later on their social media account. 

“He needs to learn to let it go. It has been many years, and hunters are not like they were back then. Times have changed.” Doyun commented as he drove them to the guild. 

When they reached the guild, Doyun parked before they walked into the building. The Serpent Guild had four floors. The first floor is the lobby, the second floor is the training/gym area, the third floor is where regular workers work, and the fourth/last floor is for hunters only.  Doyun and Hana greeted people along the way as they made it to the elevator and hit the button for the third floor. 

Once they entered the third floor, they separated and walked to their desk. Doyun sighed once he sat down, leaning back in his chair to rest for a few moments before turning on his computer. 

“How was everything?” The person next to his cubicle asked. They leaned on top of the thin, short wall separating them. 

“How else, Youngsoo?” Doyun responded, finally turning on his laptop. At least he didn’t have to write and post a statement since Hana took over that part. 

Mun Youngsoo rested his cheek on the top of the wall, “You are the only one who knows how to deal with President Song. I swear that man creeps me out.” 

“Careful, Youngsoo, President Song might have sneaked a rat in this area too.” Doyun half-joked. 

Youngsoo jumped up, looking around cautiously before walking over to Doyun’s cubicle and squatting near him. “Do you think he has?” 

“I wouldn’t put it past him.” Doyun shrugged. 

“Doyun, don’t scare me like this.” Youngsoo slapped Doyun’s shoulder. Before Doyun could say anything else, someone came over with a file. 

“Manager Doyun, there are a few things that we need you to look over and sign.” The person handed the file to Doyun. 

Doyun almost sighed as he grabbed the file, “Thanks.” Then he turned to Youngsoo, squatting near him, “Go back to your desk.” 

“Yes, boss.” Youngsoo saluted jokily as he jumped up and left. 

Doyun opened the file and got to work. He just needed to remind himself not to skip a meal again today. 

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The day passed quickly as it turned late at night. Everyone else had gone home while Doyun stayed behind. He had a lot to sort through, especially when many reports wanted interviews, and too many companies sent sponsorship deals. It is understandable when their guild had the number one hunter and the number two, but it does get tiring. 

Doyun rubbed his eyes, standing up as he walked to the workers’ lounge to make himself some coffee. As he was waiting for his coffee to finish, because of his tiredness, he did not hear a thud near the office area. Doyun yawned, leaning against the table as he rubbed his eyes once more. I will look through one more email, then go home. 

When his coffee was ready, he quickly gulped it down, not caring that it was hot and black. The burn woke him up, and the taste kept him from feeling sleepy again. He tossed the cup in the trash and walked back to his desk. 

On the walk back, he paused, finally taking a second to open his ears. Doyun heard the sound of heavy breathing and smacking. He blushed at first before paling a little, because he should be the only one on this floor. He silently walked over to the source, not fearing completely since he trusted his vine defense. When he appeared at the scene, he quickly covered his mouth from gasping as his ears turned red. Before him were Im Jin-Sang and Choi Yongsun, leaning against a table, making out. Their clothes were wrinkled and open, their hair slightly messy, and their hands were all over each other. 

Doyun had to blink a few times, wondering if he had fallen asleep. But, Im Jin-Sang looked up, glancing into his eyes with a sharp, intense look that had Doyun’s heart beating faster. “I didn’t see anything!” Doyun quickly yelled, running to his desk. 

When he reached his desk, Doyun sat down, almost wanting to bang his head on the thin separator or even his desk.  Ah, I cannot believe I saw Jin-Sang and Yongsun making out. Doyun started screaming in his head. It was so hot; I wished I had recorded it. As Doyun continued to scream in his head, he didn’t notice Jin-Sang and Yongsun standing behind him. 

Yongsun leaned forward, whispering in Doyun’s ear, “Lil’Vine, why are you still here?” 

Doyun jumped, almost hitting Yongsun, who swiftly dodged. He stood up, quickly bowing and almost hitting his head on the chair, “I still had some things to look over, sir.” Doyun didn’t fully react to the name. All the hunters in the guild called him Lil’Vine because of his vine skill. 

“So, jumpy, are you scared of us?” Yongsun chuckled. 

Doyun quickly shook his head, but still did not glance at them. He was too nervous to meet their eyes. Yongsun grabbed Doyun’s chin, harshly pulling his face close to his, making Doyun meet his eyes. “You say you aren’t scared, but won’t look us in the eye. Although earlier, you didn’t mind watching.” 

“I-I,” Doyun’s face turned red. He felt dizzy, like he would pass out. Being this close to his crush/idol is torture. 

“Do you like watching others, Lil’Vine?” Yongsun asked. 

Doyun swallowed, his eyes wide as he looked left and right, not knowing what to say. Jin-Sang finally stepped in, pulling Yongsun’s hand away from Doyun’s chin. He rubbed Doyun’s chin, seeing a small bruise forming, “I apologize for Yongsun; he could be a little rough.” Yongsun snorted, rolling his eyes. 

“It is okay,” Doyun responded. Internally, though, he felt like he had reached heaven. Both his crushes touched him. He thought the posters were it, but now he could really die in peace. 

“Still, we didn’t mean to scare you. And we apologize for earlier, we didn’t think anyone would still be here.” 

“I-I didn’t mind.” Doyun softly answered, looking away. He really didn’t. The sight of them kissing has been burned into his brain; more materiel for him to use later. 

“Oh?” Yongsun smirked. He pushed Doyun back into his seat. “Is Lil’Vine secretly a pervert? I guess it is true what they say about the ones who look innocent.” 

“Yongsun,” Jin-Sang warned. 

“What, darling, did I say something wrong?” Yongsun grabbed Jin-Sang and quickly pulled him in for a kiss. Instead of stopping it, Jin-Sang kissed back. They deeply kissed in front of Doyun, who watched with a reddening face. Yongsun watched Doyun as he kissed Jin-Sang. When they broke apart, Yongsun licked Jin-Sang’s bottom lip before asking Doyun again, “Do you like to watch? 

“I-I don’t.” Doyun lied, looking away. Yongsun loudly laughed and grabbed Doyun’s legs, pulling them apart, “Then what is this?” 

Doyun quickly put his hand between his legs, covering up his problem. “N-Nothing!” 

“Just admit you like to watch. It is okay, Jin-Sang, and I don’t mind. If you want to watch, you can.” 

“What?” Doyun sharply turned back to them, wondering if he had heard wrong. 

“You heard me.” Yongsun pulled Jin-Sang back into a bruising kiss before trailing down his face and neck, sucking marks into the skin as he began unbuttoning Jin-Sang’s shirt. Jin-Sang stretched his neck, giving Yongsun more room as he peered at Doyun. 

Doyun was breathing hard as he squeezed his legs together. He kept his hand in the same position, which added friction. He unconsciously licked his lips before biting it. The scene before him turned his mind and body into overdrive, and it only got worse as Jin-Sang pulled off Yongsun’s shirt while Yongsun had done the same to Jin-Sang. 

Doyun gasped this time. 

“Look how excited you are, and we have barely done anything.” Yongsun teased. He dropped to his knees, running his hand up Jin-Sang’s leg before stopping at the bulge and pants button. He opened Jin-Sang’s pants, pulling them down as he sucked against the clothed bulge. He stuck out his tongue, showing off his tongue piercing as he licked along the outline. “Can you come untouch by watching us, Lil’Vine?” 

Jin-Sang ran his hand through Yongsun’s hair before gripping it and pulling Yongsun’s head back. Yongsun looked up at him, and Jin-Sang stared at him with dark, lustful eyes. “Suck me off properly, baby.” 

Doyun squeaked, almost wishing he could join in. But watching was enough. God, it was more than enough. 

Yongsun grabbed Jin-Sang’s underwear and pulled them down, letting Jin-Sang’s throbbing shaft spring free. Yongsun licked down the length before moving his tongue back towards the tip. He swirled his tongue around the tip before sucking it and slowly taking the rest of the length in his mouth. 

Doyun lowly moaned at the sight. He finally touched himself, slowly moving his hand against his clothed problem. But Jin-Sang stopped him, “Don’t touch yourself. We want to see if you can come from watching us. If you do well, we will reward you.” 

Doyun stopped touching himself, moving his hand far away as he roughly swallowed. His throat felt dry, and he felt too thirsty. He could only watch with pained moans of being unable to touch himself as Yongun sucked Jin-Sang off. 

The main thing on his mind is the reward if he listens.