What?

Mr. Im, you're junior at work, stood in front of you, way to close, a blushing, sweating mess at just the the thought of your body in his hands.

"I like you.." he looked like a puppy.

You never expected the popular young office hotshot to be pleading in front of you... but you couldn't deny it felt nice.

"Please.. date me.." he bit the bullet, grabbing your waist, pulling you close, he couldn't control himself around you.

You were overwhelmed, the last, and only, relationship you'd been ended in a shit show and a broken heart... he was your junior, this was wrong, right?