Mikaela knows he shouldn't let Ji-hoon bait him like this, but the offer of hitting this bastard in the face without any consequences is too tempting to resist.
He slaps him again, harder as requested— adding more elbow grease into it. But the sight of blood spilling from Ji-hoon's mouth almost makes him think he overdid it. Almost.
Being an agent specialised in hand-to-hand combat and not being able to use his skills properly due to his current mission, having to slap Ji-hoon now feels all the more satisfying.
Ji-hoon spits out some blood after twisting his neck back to his original position, "Now that's how you slap."
How are you, a sadistic lunatic and a masochistic bastard, pick a struggle.
Mikaela glares at him cautiously, half expecting him to slap him back at this point.
Ji-hoon just loosens his tie, he checks his watch, "I'd be in my office if you need me, print out the minutes of the meeting and bring it over to my desk before noon."
Ji-hoon steps out of the conference room, leaving Mikaela.
On second thought, maybe I shouldn't have slapped him so hard.
Without wasting any time, he makes a call to Darcy, "Hey Darcy, you there? I need your help with something. "
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Mikaela heads over to Ji-hoon's office, having printed out the minutes of the meeting after Darcy sent him the refined version.
Also, on his other hand, it's an icepack he grabbed from Olas's office. When he told Darcy he slapped Ji-hoon twice today, she nearly lost it.
"Mika…you know that part of this undercover mission is gaining his trust, right?! I'm not saying you should let him walk all over you, but if you want to win him over, you gotta be more…nice. Besides, if he really is affiliated with the guild, he wouldn't let you know if he doesn't trust you enough to, you know…stick by him despite being a horrible person for sponsoring a criminal mafia."
So, not only do I have to let my body be used as a toy in this mission, but I also have to pretend to be nice to this bastard? I definitely deserve a goddamn promotion after this.
He got to the door of the office, standing between the two bodyguards, one of whom is the guard who keeps looking at him suspiciously. He could be a problem.
Mikaela raises up the files in his hand, smiling at the men, "Just hey to drop these on his desk."
They move aside, and Mikaela steps forward to get through when the guard, who always looks at him funny, grabs his hand, "What the hell is this?"
Mikaela stares at him, confused, "Jesus, relax, It's just a pack of ice."
The guard's face falters once he realises, "Oh right, you may go in. My apologies." He lets go of Mikaela's hand.
Mikaela opens the door but not before staring down at the guard, who just grabbed him.
Idiot. Mikaela decides that this guy has to go before he spoils his plans with his suspicion and meddling. The pay can't be that good.
Upon entering, he sees Ji-hoon on his desk, working on something on his computer with intense concentration, eyes locked at the screen, his fingers typing away at the keyboard.
He approaches near the desk, not too close, stretching out his hand to showcase the files. "I've printed out the minutes of the meeting."
"Great, just drop it on my desk." Ji-hoon doesn't bother looking away from the screen.
After placing the files on the desk, he clears his throat to get Ji-hoon's attention.
Finally, Ji-hoon's eyes turn from his PC to Mikaela. "Oh, you're still here." His eyes tread down to the ice pack, "What do you have there?"
"An icepack, for your um…" Mikaela points at his own mouth to illustrate.
Ji-hoon chuckles, "How thoughtful. But I'm afraid my hands are full, could you be so kind and place it on my cheek for me Mr. Miller?"
This motherfuc-. Mikaela knew this was how it would turn out, Ji-hoon would certainly take advantage of his niceness.
Despite his reluctance, he gets into Ji-hoon's personal space and places the icepack. He notices a slight groan from Ji-hoon when he touches his cheek. He can't help but smile.
That's what you get for being a pervert.
Mikaela proceeds to rub Ji-hoon's cheek in a circular motion, casting a sidelong glance at the monitor.
Ji-hoon catches sight of this, "See anything of interest? Why don't you take a closer look?"
Before Mikaela could blink, Ji-hoon grabs him by his waist, pulling him down, positioning him on his lap. The sudden movement forces a gasp out of Mikaela.
Mikaela sees a complex data spreadsheet on the screen. He's not exactly equipped to grasp the information before him.
Ji-hoon grins, "A much better view, don't you agree, Mr. Miller?" Ji-hoon feels the weight of Mikaela's glare, "And a more efficient way for you to treat me instead of bending over to my level."
Ji-hoon continues to work as normal, as Mikaela suppresses the urge to give Ji-hoon another knock to the mouth. He remembers that he has to play nice, even though it means playing along with Ji-hoon's games. So he swallows down his rage and continues to hold the ice pack against his face, ignoring the fact that he can feel how big Ji-hoon is from directly sitting on his crotch.
Mikaela can see Ji-hoon's face more clearly from being this close. He hates how he can't deny he was attracted to his features, his eyes in particular. If Ji-hoon was any other guy, maybe he could have given it a shot. What a waste.
He keeps the icepack on Ji-hoon's face, staying still. He can't explain it, but he feels like his body is getting more sensitive.
What on earth is going on down there -
He lowers his head to find Ji-hoon's leg moving subtly in a back and forth motion, rubbing Mikaela slightly, causing some friction down there.
This bastard- "Ngh!" Mikaela's face gets red from the thought that the bodyguards outside just heard the sound he made just now.
The rubbing intensifies.
Ji-hoon pulls him closer, "Your kindness is really affecting me, Mr. Miller. I feel parched. Maybe we both need a good distraction…"