His favourite flowers are roses.

He gave Jeonghan roses for their first dinner date together, this is my favourite flower, so I want to give my favourite to you.

There were always roses in his apartment: roses inside a vase in the living room, roses for their bath together (good for the skin, apparently), rose-scented candles. He even grew a couple of rose bushes outside his place.

The first time they made love was on a bed full of rose petals, the silkiness of the satin sheets sprinkled with dashes of texture, of rose petals clinging onto their sweaty entwined bodies as they pushed against each other.

The smell of rose permeates it all: their first date together, his house, his bed, his skin.

Rose is sex, love and memories all rolled up into a fragrance, so ingrained in the mind.

So entwined with him.

They met over roses, even.

At the florist's, is how Jeonghan met him.

A bouquet of roses, lingering looks and secretly exchanged numbers.

In hindsight, he should've known. The man was with another date at the time.

He just didn't think.

His partner is a good man: financial security, intellect, good age, looks, and manners.

Attentive, dedicated, loyal and faithful.

And faithful.

And faithful.

Or so Jeonghan would like to believe, until he sees his partner fucking another man into the bed. Their bed. Both are too into it to notice someone else watching them.

Rose-scented candles and rose petals again.

The smell – cloyingly sweet – fills his nostrils.

He wants to vomit.

The smell of roses.

Of sex, love and memories.

Of the pattern that permeates his life.

Jeonghan thinks he never wants to smell roses again.

He never wants to see them again.

Detached, he watches them, like snakes, coiled around each other, panting, moaning. He wonders if he's half as responsive as the other male on the bed.

Probably not.

Jeonghan waits until they're finished with a shout. Post-coital, he thinks. He wonders when they'll notice him.

They fell asleep, and never noticed.

It's good that he never officially moved in, or else it'd be a hassle to move out and leave.

He pens his (now) ex a note, and walks out the door.

He quits his florist job, gets spectacularly drunk in a shady, shitty bar, and has sex with a stranger.

Jeonghan wakes up in an impersonal, cheap motel and feels sore as fuck.

He hurts everywhere and in places unmentionable, results of nonstop sex last night.

Fragments of memories come back slowly.

Huh.

He was pretty excited.

Guess it was great sex.

It'd never been that extreme with his ex.

He's getting uncomfortable now, though, with an arm slung over him, and a body behind his.

Hello, there.

Someone's excited this morning.

He'd better leave before this leads to another round of sexing.

Jeonghan doesn't think his poor bum can take anymore.

Huh, obviously size does make a difference.

He slowly slips free of the embrace, and puts on his clothes, wincing all the while from all the straining.

Quietly, Jeonghan exits the room, oblivious to dark eyes following his every move.

He thinks fate must be fucking with him when he's butt-naked inside a public toilet peeing over a stick.

2 pink lines.

Fuck.

All signs this past month point out to the most obvious conclusion – Fate's a bitch and did not let his one forgetful night slip.

His suppressants.

He never took them that night.

Now he's paying in full.

It's clear that he must have been a serial killer or something in his past life.

Or a pedo.

He doesn't know.

Cause he swears this is atonement.

Son of a....

Jeonghan spends the most agonizing 30 minutes of his life freaking out over what to do.

Never once did the thought of getting rid of the child pass through his mind.

Although he seriously want to emasculate the man from that night.

Fuck fuck fuck.

All this because Yoon Jeonghan couldn't keep his hands to himself.

What is his life, seriously?

His deep musings are interrupted by banging on the door "Oi, you dead in there or something? People 've gotta piss you know!!!"

Fuck you, I may pee or muse at my own leisure, thanks. Want me to cut it off so you can't take a piss anymore?

Although this is a public toilet so maybe the person's got a point.

....and the mood swings have already seemed to kick in.

Oh God oh God oh GOD his fucking sperm donor is the fucking CEO!!!!

Oh. My. God.

What the hell is this shitty luck???? Just when he's landed a stable job (mundane, boring job) at this huge conglomerate, he finds out that the guy he slept with is the BOSS.

Like, the BOSS boss.

Like, the BOSS that decides the fate of every employee.

Oh God, he's hyperventilating right now shitshitshitshit.

"Mr. Yoon Jeonghan of the Financial Records department, please report to the Executive Meeting Room immediately. Thank you"

Oh he's so fucked.

Is it too late to submit a resignation form?

Choi Seungcheol, CEO of Choi & Lee Conglomerate, is gay.

'Course he's known this ever since he was 12 and started checking out the pert bum of the cutest little boy in their sixth grade class.

He's also seen fit to break this news to his parents and older brother the day after he checked out said bum.

His father held back tears and proclaimed that "My little boy is all grown up waaaaaaa".

His mother has hearts in her eyes and he could already see her going through the list of eligible males she knew. Obviously her fujoshi soul has persisted since her teenage years.

His elder brother, the only rational human being in the family, the one who should in all rights be extremely angry and disgusted,....

...is angry because "what if some vile...vile...imbecile take advantage of my innocent little brother???"

Never mind the fact that Seungcheol was the tallest and meanest of them all.

But yeah, despite their freaky ways, his family has always supported him.

Over the years, he's had a couple of lovers here and there, but nothing serious.

Even sex, with its novelty as "uncharted territories", soon lost its appeal and became just another physical need to satisfy.

Imagine his surprise, when, at a run-down bar, in an impulsive dare against his best friend, he spots this impressive boner from the drunk-as-a-skunk man wiggling, no, more like undulating, on top of him.

This could turn humiliating, very quickly, if he does nothing about it.

...either push the man off or fuck him.

In his inebriated mind, Seungcheol knows exactly what to do.

...The sex was...interesting...to say the least.

On the one hand, it was hot as fuck.

On the second hand, it was hot as fuck.

...On the third hand, which his male ego does not want to admit, the name called out wasn't his.

Least it was good sex, right???

With that in mind, CEO Choi pretended to be asleep when, in a shitty bed, inside an equally shitty hotel, his unknown one-night-sex-friend tried to inconspicuously slip away from the room.

But not before mournfully looking down at his morning wood.

...later, I promise you...

CEO Choi Seungcheol is not obsessed.

He isn't.

...or at least, he thinks he isn't.

Alright, so maybe he can't forget how great that night was, but what's wrong with that? People remember good sex.

Alright, so maybe after not being able to forget, he might have looked up the person's information, but what's wrong with that? People remember good sex, and they'd like a name to go with it.

Alright, so maybe after un-forgetting and stalking, he's snooped inside the public bathroom (in the next stall) and heard the whole baby monologue, but what's wrong with that? People remember good sex, they'd like a name to go with it and a baby is a good thing, right?

...oh GOD, his mom's so gonna wring his neck.

...does baby-bribe count??

Yoon Jeonghan tasted even sweeter than their night together.

And Choi Seungcheol can't get enough.

He thinks, if this is what taking fucking responsibility for your wild oats (quoted on "The Mrs. Choi's 100 Rules to Being Choi Seungcheol) entails, a baby and a husband doesn't sound so bad.

Yoon Jeonghan exits the Exec Meeting Room face suspiciously red, hair tousled...

...and limping.

The baby's born, much to the adoration of the grandparents-to-be and uncle-to-be. The parents are totally ignored. Never mind that Seungcheol's hands were almost crushed during the process.

Introducing, prettified-Choi-Seungcheol ver. 1.0.

2.0 is on the way muahahaha-ack!

...and that's the sound of our CEO having his ribs elbowed the shit out. By his husband.

BREAKING NEWS: Director of Dick and Co. Ltd gets caught in bed with 2 underage sex workers!!! Diagnosed with HIV!!! Fiancé releases statement!!!!

Turning off the TV, Seungcheol smirks.

Serves the bastard right for hurting my husband.

He stands up and calls for the steward.

"Jack, send over a bunch of roses for the Director. We should congratulate him on his successful love life"

"Right away, Young Master"

"Waaaaa..." a baby's cries can be heard.

"Aisshhh...this rascal. Won't even let his own mommy sleep"

I miss uninterrupted sex.

Should I go for a vasectomy?

...on second thought, mom would kill me.

"WAAAAAAA!!!!"

"Coming, brat!!! Who does he take after, aishhh"