Red pants + bulge = death of joy. Oh yeah, Hanbyul \o/
Imagine taking him on the desk, on top of his paper work, the stack of pens being kicked off as he lifts you onto the desk, pushing up your skirt. You’d pull off his glasses and take his lips in a wild kiss while his precious, stubby fingers work to move off your unnecessary underwear to prep you for the package he’s been waiting for you. Then you can just queue the Fed Ex man which would be Minho and you’ll have yourself an office party.