Page 77 of Teach Me K-Pop

After receiving a very thorough introduction to the expectations of working for the company, including a lengthy lecture on confidentiality, I’d been grilled about my educational background, work experience, and teaching philosophies, followed by a surprise quiz on my Korean skills. Which was fine. I could handle the rules and questions and sitting across from the infamous Yang Bitgaram, founder of Task Force, as he gives me an intense, unwavering stare while his assistant takes furious notes on everything I say.

I am very much not prepared for seeing Seojun again, escorting Nikko—who looks just as confused as I feel—into the room. Nikko glances at Kija, also appearing befuddled by his presence, even as Kija moves his chair over to make room for Nikko to sit next to him.

“Jase, you have already heard everything we have said about the necessity to protect our artists and the lengths we will go to in order to do so,” Yang-nim says, speaking for the first time since we’ve been in this meeting. “I know you have signed the non-disclosure documents in regard to your working relationship with Nikko-yah. As I understand the nature of your relationship has changed, we will need to amend those agreements.”

I nod. “I understand. Protecting your artist is my priority as well.”

“I’m pleased to hear you say that.” Yang-nim smiles, just slightly. Then he’s back to the stern, impassive expression he has had as he turns to address both me and Nikko. “We control the narrative from inside these walls, so there is an element of safety that does not extend beyond here. Your relationship does not, cannot,will notexist in public. I trust you know that and will act accordingly. Any support that you believe I have shown you will not continue if there is so much as a hint of suspicion.”

Nikko politely inclines his head. “Yes, Yang-nim.”

I should probably be more formal, but I didn’t so much like what Yang was insinuating there. “I’m a behind the scenes kind of guy. I’ll do my job here, and I will do it really well. No one will ever need to know how or why the groups at Task Force are more prepared for Western markets than groups at other labels. Because no one needs to know my name. And they definitely don’t need to know about my relationship.”

Yang Bitgaram smiles, for real this time. “I think I like you. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt for now. You still have to be very careful, but I won’t try to keep you away from each other.”

“Thank you, Yang-nim!” Nikko exclaims, bolting out of his chair to do a full 90-degree bow.

“Thank you, sir.” I echo his sentiments with a slight nod in his direction, then watch as he stands, taps his assistant on the shoulder, and walks out without another word.

Kija exhales loudly. “Shit. I mean, good job, but that was crazy. Not what I expected, but you were awesome.”

Getting up, I wait for Kija and Nikko to round the table, first giving Kija a handshake-bro-hug and then pulling Nikko into a real hug. I feel bold enough to press a kiss to his temple, and I laugh at the happy little wiggle he does in my arms.

“That’s my cue to leave,” Kija says, shaking his head like he just knows what he’s going to have to deal with now from the two of us. “I’ll catch you back at my place. Eventually.”

“Uh, okay. I can find my way back after I talk to Nikko,” I say, but he’s gone.

“Come with me.” Nikko grabs my wrist and tugs me into a hall, walking rapidly through the long corridor.

“Where are we going?” I ask, trying not to pay attention to the confused and/or concerned looks on the faces of the Task Force employees we are rushing past.

“I want to show you something,” he says, making an abrupt left turn. Three doors down on the right, he stops and punches a code into the keypad. As soon as it clicks open, he’s yanking me inside. “Here.”

“What is—” I don’t have a chance to finish asking my question before he’s got his hands twisted in my shirt, pulling me toward him as he backs up against the nearest wall.

Nikko pulls me closer. “You were so hot in there. And I have always wanted to do this,” he confesses, just before his mouth crashes against mine in a fierce kiss.

I am suddenly extremely unconcerned with where we are and very much interested in getting my hands all over him. As his tongue glides over mine, I reach for his thigh, wrapping his leg around me to press our hips together. He whines in the kiss, rocking against me. I can feel he’s already mostly hard and it’s hot as fuck that it takes so little to get him so worked up.

Whatever we’re about to do already seems dangerous and reckless, and that turns me on even more. I’m not this guy. Or I wasn’t that guy. Maybe Nikko is going to teach me a few things about myself, too. I wedge my knee a little further between his legs to let him rut against me, and I groan at the same time he does from the added friction.

“Jase. I want to touch you,” he rasps, lips moving along the line of my jaw.

“Yes. Fuck.” I fumble with my buckle, like I can’t get my pants down fast enough. He giggles breathlessly, fingers wrapping around my cock even before I can shove my underwear out of the way. “Nikko. Let— let me…” I don’t even know what I’m trying to ask for; I just need more of him.

Nikko seems happy to torture me by gently pulsing his fist, then drawing his fingertips over the rigid outline of my cock while I try to figure out how to breathe and undo the zipper on his jeans at the same time. He finally has mercy on me and pushes them down, along with his briefs, his cock bobbing up toward his stomach.

I want to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, until he’s sliding down the wall because his knees have gone weak. As I’m stepping back to do just that, he stops me, hands around my waist.

“Want to touch you while you kiss me,” he says, voice rough. “Please?”

Like I’d say no to anything he was asking for. I lean toward him, forearms caging him against the wall, and his breath hitches, making me smile against his lips. He opens up for me with a soft moan, his hands sliding down to grab my ass, bringing our bodies as close together as possible. With the space between us gone, our cocks have just enough contact to be maddening as I lick into his mouth. He whimpers in the kiss, trying to move his hips, even as he holds me in place. I break away to breathe. “Nikko…”

“No,” he gasps, trying to chase another kiss.

“Wait, I have an idea,” I tell him, slipping my fingers over the tip of his cock to gather the droplets and ease the slide along his length. I give him a couple of quick strokes, then adjust my stance to bring us in alignment, and wrap my hand around both of us. Nikko moans loudly, immediately thrusting into the ring of my fingers. “Take what you need,” I coax.

He looks down, fascinated by watching his own cock move against mine, each getting wetter with every pass. “Can I?”

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