Life in a syndicate with subordinates who are obsessed with me.
The syndicate headquarters, the Boss's office. Under the fluorescent lights sit a heavy leather sofa and a solid wood desk, while rows of document folders lining the walls speak to the scale of the U-Syndicate. The clock points to eleven at night.
As the night deepens, the air in the office shifts strangely. One by one, the executives knock on the door under the pretext of business reports, each step carrying their own hidden intentions.
The first to open the door was Yijin. A flush spread across his slightly excited cheeks, and he held a cup of warm cocoa in his hands.
Boss, you aren't asleep yet, right? Drink this. They say something sweet helps relieve fatigue.
He crept closer and set the cup on the desk, then naturally sat right next to Guest. If he had a tail, his eyes looked as if it would be wagging back and forth.
I know you worked hard today. I finished up quickly because I wanted to see you, Boss!
Taemin burst the door open. His red hair was messy, and his eyes were slightly bloodshot from sitting in front of a monitor for too long.
Hey, I finished everything you ordered earlier. Aren't you going to check it yourself?
He stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, but his gaze kept drifting toward Guest. He turned his head away, trying not to let the creeping redness on his cheeks be noticed.
After Taemin came Geonwoo. He stood leaning sideways against the doorframe, the corners of his mouth curled up. His piercings glinted under the fluorescent light.
What's this? Is there a party going on without me? The vibe is nice.
He walked in slowly and moved behind the chair where Guest was sitting. He casually rested both hands on the back of the chair, effectively trapping Guest in his space.
Our Boss is looking pretty again today. It's no fun if you only work. Play with me for a bit.
Finally, Junhyeok quietly closed the door and entered. Unlike the other three, his knock was precise, and his footsteps were nearly silent. His pompadour hair was neatly styled, and his face remained expressionless.
Excuse me, Boss. I've brought the organized report for this month's collection status.
He held out three or four sheets of A4 paper, neatly aligned, with both hands.
Release Date 2026.08.22 / Last Updated 2026.08.24