Minjun's face turned crimson, his eyes growing wide as he realized his mistake. "I-I'm sorry, Haruto," he stammered, stumbling over his words. "It won't happen again, I promise—"

Haruto began walking towards Minjun, each step deliberate and measured. Minjun, too flustered to notice at first, continued to apologize until he felt the wall against his back. It was then that he realized Haruto had backed him up, leaving only inches between their faces.

Minjun's breath caught in his throat, his heart racing as he gazed into Haruto's piercing blue eyes, his face flushed with a deep blush. The tension in the air was palpable, and Minjun felt a mixture of fear and excitement. Haruto's proximity, the warmth of his body, and the steady gaze that seemed to pierce Minjun's soul made him feel vulnerable and exposed.

He tried to speak, but the words seemed to catch in his throat, leaving him unable to form a coherent sentence. The intensity of the moment left him breathless and flustered.

Haruto leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against Minjun's ear as he whispered, "I told you not to call me Mr. Sato. Now, I'm going to have to show you what happens."

Minjun's emotions were swirling chaotically. The proximity and intensity of Haruto, along with the way his words sent shivers through Minjun's body, left him feeling strange and somewhat powerless. His legs trembled and his body reacted in ways he couldn't comprehend to Haruto's presence.

"Haruto, I-" Minjun began, but the words died on his lips as Haruto's gaze locked onto his, a mixture of amusement and something else—something deeper and more intense.

Haruto's hand, warm and calloused, gently cupped Minjun's cheek, his thumb brushing feather-light against his skin. The touch was both tender and commanding, a stark contrast to the playful lilt of his words. Minjun felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart hammering against his ribcage. His senses were heightened, every nerve alive with anticipation under Haruto's touch.

"You need to learn to trust me, Minjun," Haruto whispered, his voice a husky murmur. "And part of that means listening to what I say."

As Haruto's hand moved to the back of Minjun's neck, pulling him slightly closer, Minjun's mind raced with a thousand thoughts. He still didn't quite understand why Haruto had this effect on him, why his presence made him feel so flustered and uncertain. But amidst the confusion, there was a growing curiosity, a desire to understand and explore these new and unsettling emotions.

With a small, hesitant nod, Minjun whispered, "I-I'm sorry, Haruto. I'll try to be better."

Haruto's smile was both reassuring and knowing, his eyes softening as he looked at Minjun. "Good. That's all I ask." He then stepped back, still holding his smile. "Next time you call me Mr. Sato, I will give you the full punishment."

Minjun's face grew even hotter, his heart pounding in his chest. The moment was both exhilarating and overwhelming, leaving him unable to catch his breath or tear his gaze away from Haruto's piercing stare. He was torn between wanting to stay in this intense moment and feeling uncomfortable with the intensity of their interaction.

"You're dismissed, Minjun," Haruto said, his tone returning to its usual calm authority.

Minjun nodded quickly, his face still flushed and heated. His heart was racing as he scurried off to his quarters, his mind in a whirlwind from the events that had just transpired. Once inside, he pressed his back against the door, trying to catch his breath. The memory of Haruto's touch lingered on his skin, sending shivers of exhilaration through his body.

His thoughts were in a frenzy, replaying every moment of their intense interaction. The soft whispers that travelled from Haruto's lips to Minjun's ear, the warmth of his touch, and the intensity of their connection all consumed Minjun's mind.

Despite trying to calm himself with deep breaths, Minjun couldn't shake the overwhelming mix of excitement and confusion that had taken hold of him. He knew he needed to focus on his duties, but it was difficult with the lingering presence of Haruto in his thoughts. Every time he closed his eyes, Haruto's face appeared before him, a constant reminder of the unexpected and intense connection they shared.

Minjun found himself frozen, his back pressed against the door as his heart raced uncontrollably. His hand instinctively went to his chest, feeling the rapid thumping against his palm. But as he looked down, he couldn't ignore the other sensation stirring within him - a slight bulge in his trousers that both excited and scared him. He was torn between surrendering to his desires and fighting them with all his might.

A low, guttural growl escaped his lips as he shook his head in frustration. He couldn't continue to deny the intensity of his true feelings towards Mr. Haruto Sato, no matter how hard he tried. The internal battle raged on within him, weighing heavily on his heart and mind. He longed for the courage to confront and accept his desires, but fear held him back like a heavy chain. The thought of Haruto's touch and the mere mention of his name sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't ignore. In this moment, he knew that denying his true feelings was a futile endeavor.