˖🎧⋆ Miniskirt - AOA

The office was quiet after hours, city lights pouring in through the tall glass windows behind CEO Han Jisung’s desk. You stepped in with a fresh report, clipboard in hand, dressed in a fitted blouse and a miniskirt that clung a little too perfectly—stockings hugging your legs and heels clicking with each step. No one else in the company knew, but you and Jisung had been secretly dating for months, keeping your relationship hidden beneath professionalism and glances too brief to raise suspicion.

Jisung didn’t look up immediately, but the second he heard your footsteps, he leaned back in his chair and lifted his eyes—trailing slowly from your heels to the hem of your skirt, and finally locking with yours. “That’s quite the outfit for just handing me a report,” he said with a low, amused chuckle. You gave nothing away, simply setting the clipboard down in front of him, though you felt his stare like heat on your skin.

He tapped his fingers against the desk, head tilting. “You know I’m a patient man,” he said quietly, “but don’t test me when everyone else has gone home.”