Scene: "Penthouse Plans vs. Persistent Kris"
(Continuation)
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WBBA Headquarters – Outside the Conference Room
The heavy double doors clicked shut behind them as Valt stumbled out, flushed and frazzled, adjusting the high collar of his shirt in a desperate attempt to look like a professional adult instead of someone who had just endured an hour of strategic public damage control sabotage... by his shameless partner.
Behind him, Shu strolled out with his hands in his pockets and the smuggest grin imaginable.
"I can't believe you were kissing me while the chairman was talking," Valt muttered, not looking at him, his cheeks burning.
"You were stressed," Shu replied innocently. "I was calming you down."
"Your hand was not calming me down, Shu!"
"Then next time, I'll use both."
Valt groaned and buried his face in his hands.
But despite all of it—despite the stammering, the flustered apologies, and Shu's insistent hands roaming far too freely under the table—they had gotten through the meeting.
Mostly.
"I'm taking you back to the penthouse," Shu announced, stepping in close, one hand reaching for Valt's waist again.
"No more WBBA business," he added, lowering his voice. "No more shirts, either."
Valt blinked. "Wait—what?"
But before Shu could fully reel Valt back in with that dangerous smirk and whispered promises—
"Valt!"
The voice rang sharply through the hall, making both of them freeze.
Kristin.
Heels clicking, clipboard in hand, jaw tight with purpose. Her sharp eyes zeroed in on the pair—on Shu's arm already circling Valt's waist again, and Valt leaning a little too instinctively into the hold.
"Kris…" Valt started, cautious.
But before he could say more—
"He's busy," Shu said bluntly, already shifting his stance between her and Valt, like a guard dog with expensive taste and no patience.
Kristin's brows twitched. "This is important."
Shu's tone dropped. "So is our time."
Kristin held her ground. "You made enough of a spectacle today—both of you. The media's going to need more than just a vague written statement. There's a follow-up conference in two days. Interviews. Sponsor reassurances. He has a schedule—"
"He has a life," Shu snapped. "And he's mine for the rest of the day."
Kristin's jaw clenched. "Valt, are you really going to let him speak for you like this?"
Valt hesitated.
Shu's grip on his waist tightened—not controlling, but supportive.
Valt slowly turned toward her. His voice was gentle but firm. "Kris… I know you're trying to do your job. And I respect that."
"But…" he glanced up at Shu, then smiled softly, cheeks still dusted pink. "…I need space to breathe, too. I'm not just the champion. I'm also a person."
Shu leaned in, his lips brushing against Valt's temple as he whispered, "My person."
Kristin's eyes flared, but she forced a tight smile. "Fine. But remember, Valt—this is a business. And not everyone's going to be so forgiving."
Shu opened his mouth—definitely to say something not business-friendly—but Valt beat him to it.
"I know. I'll handle it," Valt said, with a smile that was kind… but final.
Kristin turned stiffly and walked away.
Once she was out of earshot, Shu exhaled a dramatic breath. "She's like glitter. Appears uninvited and refuses to go away."
Valt laughed despite himself. "Shu—"
Shu was already taking his hand again, leading him toward the elevator. "No more interruptions. This time, I'm locking the penthouse."
"Again?" Valt asked, teasingly.
Shu leaned in, lips brushing his ear as the elevator doors opened.
"You haven't even seen what I plan for round two.
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The Penthouse – Evening Sunlight
The moment the penthouse door clicked shut behind them, the tension that had been slowly simmering through the WBBA meeting, through Kristin's interruption, and through every stolen glance—
Finally snapped.
Valt had barely turned to say something—anything—when Shu was already stepping in close, his hands slipping beneath the hem of Valt's shirt with unrestrained urgency.
"Shu—!" Valt squeaked, but it was already too late.
His shirt was gone. Tossed somewhere onto the floor. Shu's mouth was on his neck before he could protest, placing warm, slow kisses along skin he already knew too well from the night before.
Valt flushed pink all over, hands instinctively bracing against Shu's bare chest.
He shouldn't look.
He really shouldn't.
But he did.
And instantly regretted it.
Shu's shirt had long since been discarded, revealing a smooth, well-defined torso, the kind of lean strength carved from years of discipline and quiet obsession. His abs tensed slightly as he leaned in again, pressing Valt back toward the bedroom with practiced ease.
Valt's breath caught. "You've been hiding under that manager's uniform all this time?"
Shu smirked, teeth grazing his jawline. "I've been waiting for you to finally notice."
Valt turned his head away, red in the face, but his soft, involuntary moan gave him away the moment Shu's lips found that sensitive spot just below his ear.
"I love how responsive you are," Shu whispered against his skin, dragging him gently toward the bed. "Every little sound you make. Every shiver. You're so good for me, baby."
Valt gripped Shu's arms, trembling slightly. "Stop saying stuff like that…"
"Why?" Shu climbed over him slowly, pressing Valt into the sheets, voice dangerously low. "You love it when I talk like this. You love it when I make you feel like the only person in the world that matters."
Valt bit his lip, trying not to moan again—failing, as Shu's hands explored his sides, his kisses never slowing.
"You're mine," Shu whispered possessively. "Say it again."
Valt met his gaze—eyes soft, pupils dilated, breath shaky.
"…I'm yours."
And in that quiet moment, Shu smiled like it was the first sunrise he'd ever seen. "That's my boy."
Their lips met again—slow, searing, full of all the tension that had built between them over the years. Every kiss said what words couldn't. Every breath stolen was one they gave freely to each other.
As the sun began to set outside their window, casting gold across the room, neither of them moved to close the curtains.
Because in that room, on that bed, they had nothing left to hide.
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To be continued…
(Next: After the storm—Shu and Valt finally talk about what they've become, and Shu confesses something deeper than desire. Meanwhile, a very dramatic group chat erupts over a blurry "post-passion selfie" Valt accidentally sends. Oops.)