[MOD GIFT] Ridiculous Assertions Which Certainly Aren't True (Jaehyo/Kyung) for INBREVITY
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Title: Ridiculous Assertions Which Certainly Aren't True
Pairing: Jaehyo/Kyung
Summary: Kyung realizes that something is wrong when he notices that Minhyuk is right.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 762
Living in a cubicle farm provides few quality distractions to help pass the long, monotonous days. Kyung discovers that Minhyuk chooses to pass the time by spinning in his chair an excessive amount when he spins himself out too hard and knocks against the wall of the cubicle, rattling the tiny plastic Transformers figurines on Kyung’s shelf. Kyung quickly fixes the figurines and he walks his rolling chair over to look around the edge of his cubicle into Minhyuk’s.
“Sorry,” Minhyuk calls, slowing down to a stop and leaning to the side from his temporary dizziness. “Lost control for a second there.”
“Do you ever actually work?” Kyung asks, out of genuine curiosity. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do...anything.”
“Oh, you know, I think some ideas up. Send them over to the boss man. Wait for him to approve.” Minhyuk shrugs. “Web design isn’t exactly all that difficult.”
“I can see that,” Kyung drawls, flat-toned. “You’re probably still a lot more useful than Jaehyo.”
“Still got the hots for him, then?” Minhyuk asks brightly. “Do you still want to rub his designs all over your body and shove his pens in inappropriate places?”
“No, what. I’m going to pretend you never said that.”
“Hey, if you ever need a spare hand to help you through your dick drought, you know where to find me,” Minhyuk offers, spreading his hands wide to indicate the realm within his humble cubicle walls.
“No.”
“Kyung,” someone calls, stumbling out of a cubicle three rows down. The tall man with the skinny, crooked tie jogs over and fixes the IT guy with his most pathetic expression.
“What did you do now?” Kyung demands, huffy and stern-faced.
“I deleted the internet,” Jaehyo says sheepishly.
“What?” Kyung snaps. “All of it?”
“How do I get it back?” Jaehyo rests his hands on Kyung’s arm rests, leaning down with a plaintive look. “Please come and help me?”
“You probably just deleted the shortcut icons on your desktop again,” Kyung explains, standing up and kicking his rolling chair back into his own cubicle. “Let’s go take a look.”
“Totally whipped,” Minhyuk comments as they leave, waiting for Kyung to glare back over his shoulder at him to make a whipping sound complete with a jerking hand gesture.
Kyung is trying to avoid his boss’s searching eyes when he presses himself up against a wall next to a miniature Christmas tree on a table. He’s already been asked to fetch two glasses of champagne for his demanding and rather pushy employer, and he doesn’t really feel like playing the part of a personal butler for the rest of the night, if he’s going to be forced to sit (or hide) through one of his company’s Christmas parties.
“Hello,” the Christmas tree greets him, startling Kyung. Jaehyo leans around the bushy tree, sporting two different reindeer antler headbands stacked in his messy hair.
“Oh, god,” Kyung replies, looking around for a means of escape.
“Having fun?” Jaehyo asks, sidling closer. “Minhyuk told me to tell you something. It’s funny.”
“What is it?”
Jaehyo clears his throat, spinning himself around as he transfers from the opposite side of the tree to the other side of Kyung, leaning against him and tilting his head down to talk into his ear.
“Baby, you could turn my floppy disk into a hard drive.”
Kyung groans. “Nerdy pick-up lines? Really?”
“I thought it was funny,” Jaehyo says with a frown. “I thought you liked computer stuff like that.”
“Not like that, no,” Kyung says, watching as their boss starts to turn in their direction. He grabs Jaehyo by the arm suddenly, heading off towards the door. “Let’s go get some fresh air.”
“He’s always saying stuff like that, though,” Jaehyo tells Kyung, as they wander down the sidewalk in front of their co-worker’s home. “Minhyuk is, I mean. I wonder why?”
“Because he’s depraved,” Kyung answers quickly, balancing himself on a line of bricks.
“I mean stuff about you and me, not about weird pick-up lines.”
“Oh.” Kyung leans forward on his feet, touching the sidewalk with his toes. “He thinks I want you.”
“Oh, really?” Jaehyo asks too calmly. He shoves his hands in his pockets and turns towards Kyung. “Is he maybe right? Just a little?”
“Uh,” Kyung says, hopping off of the bricks. “Why? Do you...uh, want him to be?”
“Um,” Jaehyo responds, chewing on his lip. He turns his body to the side. “Want to go celebrate Christmas with me? At a restaurant, someplace? Or even at my place?”
“As long as you promise not to touch anything electronic.”
Jaehyo nods quickly, and Kyung begins to lead them down the sidewalk, freezing in his tracks a moment later to add, “And take those stupid antlers off.”
Title: Ridiculous Assertions Which Certainly Aren't True
Pairing: Jaehyo/Kyung
Summary: Kyung realizes that something is wrong when he notices that Minhyuk is right.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 762
Living in a cubicle farm provides few quality distractions to help pass the long, monotonous days. Kyung discovers that Minhyuk chooses to pass the time by spinning in his chair an excessive amount when he spins himself out too hard and knocks against the wall of the cubicle, rattling the tiny plastic Transformers figurines on Kyung’s shelf. Kyung quickly fixes the figurines and he walks his rolling chair over to look around the edge of his cubicle into Minhyuk’s.
“Sorry,” Minhyuk calls, slowing down to a stop and leaning to the side from his temporary dizziness. “Lost control for a second there.”
“Do you ever actually work?” Kyung asks, out of genuine curiosity. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do...anything.”
“Oh, you know, I think some ideas up. Send them over to the boss man. Wait for him to approve.” Minhyuk shrugs. “Web design isn’t exactly all that difficult.”
“I can see that,” Kyung drawls, flat-toned. “You’re probably still a lot more useful than Jaehyo.”
“Still got the hots for him, then?” Minhyuk asks brightly. “Do you still want to rub his designs all over your body and shove his pens in inappropriate places?”
“No, what. I’m going to pretend you never said that.”
“Hey, if you ever need a spare hand to help you through your dick drought, you know where to find me,” Minhyuk offers, spreading his hands wide to indicate the realm within his humble cubicle walls.
“No.”
“Kyung,” someone calls, stumbling out of a cubicle three rows down. The tall man with the skinny, crooked tie jogs over and fixes the IT guy with his most pathetic expression.
“What did you do now?” Kyung demands, huffy and stern-faced.
“I deleted the internet,” Jaehyo says sheepishly.
“What?” Kyung snaps. “All of it?”
“How do I get it back?” Jaehyo rests his hands on Kyung’s arm rests, leaning down with a plaintive look. “Please come and help me?”
“You probably just deleted the shortcut icons on your desktop again,” Kyung explains, standing up and kicking his rolling chair back into his own cubicle. “Let’s go take a look.”
“Totally whipped,” Minhyuk comments as they leave, waiting for Kyung to glare back over his shoulder at him to make a whipping sound complete with a jerking hand gesture.
Kyung is trying to avoid his boss’s searching eyes when he presses himself up against a wall next to a miniature Christmas tree on a table. He’s already been asked to fetch two glasses of champagne for his demanding and rather pushy employer, and he doesn’t really feel like playing the part of a personal butler for the rest of the night, if he’s going to be forced to sit (or hide) through one of his company’s Christmas parties.
“Hello,” the Christmas tree greets him, startling Kyung. Jaehyo leans around the bushy tree, sporting two different reindeer antler headbands stacked in his messy hair.
“Oh, god,” Kyung replies, looking around for a means of escape.
“Having fun?” Jaehyo asks, sidling closer. “Minhyuk told me to tell you something. It’s funny.”
“What is it?”
Jaehyo clears his throat, spinning himself around as he transfers from the opposite side of the tree to the other side of Kyung, leaning against him and tilting his head down to talk into his ear.
“Baby, you could turn my floppy disk into a hard drive.”
Kyung groans. “Nerdy pick-up lines? Really?”
“I thought it was funny,” Jaehyo says with a frown. “I thought you liked computer stuff like that.”
“Not like that, no,” Kyung says, watching as their boss starts to turn in their direction. He grabs Jaehyo by the arm suddenly, heading off towards the door. “Let’s go get some fresh air.”
“He’s always saying stuff like that, though,” Jaehyo tells Kyung, as they wander down the sidewalk in front of their co-worker’s home. “Minhyuk is, I mean. I wonder why?”
“Because he’s depraved,” Kyung answers quickly, balancing himself on a line of bricks.
“I mean stuff about you and me, not about weird pick-up lines.”
“Oh.” Kyung leans forward on his feet, touching the sidewalk with his toes. “He thinks I want you.”
“Oh, really?” Jaehyo asks too calmly. He shoves his hands in his pockets and turns towards Kyung. “Is he maybe right? Just a little?”
“Uh,” Kyung says, hopping off of the bricks. “Why? Do you...uh, want him to be?”
“Um,” Jaehyo responds, chewing on his lip. He turns his body to the side. “Want to go celebrate Christmas with me? At a restaurant, someplace? Or even at my place?”
“As long as you promise not to touch anything electronic.”
Jaehyo nods quickly, and Kyung begins to lead them down the sidewalk, freezing in his tracks a moment later to add, “And take those stupid antlers off.”