drabbles!!
Title: (What Isn't an) Office Affair
Fandom: EXO, SHINee
Pairing: Taemin/Kai (one-sided)
Rating: G
Summary: Temp Jongin has a crush on the receptionist.
Warnings: None.
Notes: To be 100% honest with you, this was supposed to be a larger The Office AU, but I'm just putting this out now because it's been months of no progress. This barely passes for a drabble but let's pretend it does.
Jongin barely notices when the water floods off the plastic cup. It’s only when Sehun points out that he’s emptying the cooler that he blinks away from the glass window he’d been staring though with a startle, finger lifting from the tap immediately. With a mumbled curse, he tries to bring the full cup to his lips without splashing out water, naturally failing and having his white button-down shirt decorated with a wet spot.
“Again?” Sehun ventures a glance through the same window Jongin’s gaze fluttered back to, watching the office’s receptionist purse his lips distractedly, engrossed with something on his computer screen.
There’s a faint blush on Jongin’s face when he looks back at the blond temp, jerking a small smile from him.
Jongin stutters, avoiding the judgmental gaze. “What, I just was thinking about something.”
“He has a name, you know. It’s Taemin,” Zitao says from his spot on the chair, sharing a knowing smile with Sehun after a beat. “Well, of course you do know. I guess if there’s anyone who’s well too familiar with his name, that would be you.”
Forcing a roll of eyes, Jongin shrugs like the fellow interns are being ridiculous. Not that they aren’t - but he acknowledges, on a strictly intimate level, that he’s all more ridiculous. Soon it would count four months from the first day he’d walked through the front door for his first day at his temp job only to gape at the pretty receptionist. Incidentally, it’ll be four months of his inability to even hint towards his very obvious (according to the other temps at the office) romantic interest when talking to said receptionist. And not for a lack of opportunity, either, because they talk a lot - they’re close acquaintances, of sorts (not friends, definitely not friends).
Taemin had always been fairly nice, if not a little airy - “a little odd,” Jongdae, from accounting, had described once, always in a benevolent tone, to which his fellow accountant Baekhyun had retorted with, “dude, he gives his desk good morning when he gets here,” - and, at times, a bit mean. Healthily mean, funnily mean, especially when he makes fun of Jongin’s odd way of speaking. He doesn’t quite function the way most people usually would and that used to throw Jongin off at first, but now…
Well, now Jongin drinks a whole lot of water past the limits his bladder will indulge him in just as an excuse to watch him play Mahjong (Taemin promotes his own one man Mahjong tournament he’s daily determined to win, always hell-bent on beating his own last record time) through the blinds.
“I’m pretty sure he’s gay,” Sehun suddenly says, drawing Jongin’s attention. “You should go for it, man.”
“Why do you say?”
The blond offers a half-hearted shrug, lips briefly curving downwards in consideration. “My sister’s always saying all the good-looking ones are gay.”
Anticlimactic as always, Sehun never fails to serve his purpose in life. Jongin thinks he needs a little more consistent proof before he decides to make a move. Zitao intervenes with a small frown of genuine confusion.
“But I’m straight.”
Sehun’s brows rise significantly. When Zitao turns his puzzled stare to Jongin, he hurries to take a sip from his cup.
Zitao looks upset for the following hours, the upset crease in his forehead only lifting away when Sehun offers to pay for his diet coke during lunch break.
Title: Careless
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Baekhyun/D.O.
Rating: G
Summary: Despite himself, Kyungsoo indulges Baekhyun.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Old and titled "baeksoo pat pat.doc". I really love the idea of an introvert D.O. pining after an oblivious Baekhyun.
When Baekhyun emerges from the darkness of the room they have been sharing for almost an week now, face suddenly in the vicinity of Kyungsoo’s and mattress sinking under the weight of his body, the younger male doesn’t say a word. His hands recoil and, within a silent second, he has his lap occupied by the head of a drained Baekhyun, cheek soft against his sweatpants and lids comfortably pulled over his eyes.
They had started this fairly innocent habit years back, Kyungsoo would think it dated before their official debut, and it consisted of an exchange of favors: Kyungsoo would sink his pale fingers into the softness of Baekhyun’s hair, tips massaging the scalp to ease away the pent up tension the elder finds so hard to prevent, and Baekhyun is to return the favor by producing thick sounds from the depth of his throat, the vibrations prickling down Kyungsoo’s thighs and soothing his own exhausted self. It hadn’t occurred to either of them, Kyungsoo is confident enough to muse, if it would seem strange to the eye of a third party, and even if the thought had flashed through their minds at some point, once again it had always appeared that would not become a problem, as there was nothing suspicious lurking behind the act.
Kyungsoo had never thought much of it, that is for sure, until now, with his lip snug between his teeth as his fingertips caress the short strands of Baekhyun’s hair, chest inflated with a stagnant breath that somehow refused to leave until a burn slowly evolved to his throat, forcing him to release hot air through his lips. Thankfully, Baekhyun doesn’t notice the tension of Kyungsoo’s muscles, easily slipping himself into a relaxed state as the pampering continues.
Those moments of blissful innocence are well behind him, well behind that day in which something in him clicked and he suddenly found himself to be a pounding-hearted mess in the presence of the older man. That one second, that one tiny fraction of time in which all parts of his conscience decided to collective agree that “oh,” was quick to change his entire stance, his thoughts and his emotions, replacing a comfortable functioning rhythm for the inconvenience of quickened breathing and blushing skin.
His fingers linger on the nape longer, each second calculated not to last too long lest it will stir suspicion, but also still enough to satiate his need to feel that skin that seems so soft to the touch. He closes his eyes, allows himself a brief second to enjoy that moment, ears flooded in the continuous, soft humming Baekhyun emits. It feels so different from their daily interactions, rushed and molded into a comedic distraction for the rest of the group. It’s calm and soft and fulfilling, giving his pathetic thumping heart reason for excitement. His body curves, noses gradually picking up on the scent of the other more distinctively, leaning in closer until he can tell the shampoo apart from the make-up remover, fingers twisting in a lock of hair and lips touching the smooth surface of a forehead.
And it freezes over.
It freezes over in the sense Kyungsoo can feel the pleasant warmth dissipate and give room for the cold spreading over the top of his stomach, lids flying open to reveal big eyes, pulling back just as stiffly as he’d been as of late around Baekhyun.
The elder cracks his eyes open as well, brow crooking as he aims a distinctively teasing glance at Kyungsoo, who has retreated all together from contact.
“Is someone a little affectionate today?” Baekhyun asks, not making great effort to guise the amusement in his tone. Kyungsoo hates the knot in his tie that keeps him from giving the casual, expected return, putting all his effort into avoiding panic state.
One breath, two breaths, he gains time by shaking his head with a choked chuckle. “I felt sorry, you looked so tired.” He cringes, more internally than otherwise, swallowing another breath.
Baekhyun’s chest raises and fall with soft laughter, head shaking while his body moves up and away from Kyungsoo’s, allowing the cold to spread. “Well, I’ll show myself to the bed before you decide to cradle me to sleep,” he replies easily in a smooth voice, the blatant oblivion a reminder of how stupid it is to even consider having any kind of romantic feelings towards a friend, of all people. A friend like Baekhyun, of all people.
The worst thing is Kyungsoo can’t even produce a response other than a shrug, or more of a jerk of shoulders, and a blink, busying himself with the screen on his iPod until Baekhyun is settled over his own bed, a quiet sigh escaping his lungs.
Kyungsoo suddenly feels entirely too tired himself.
Fandom: EXO, SHINee
Pairing: Taemin/Kai (one-sided)
Rating: G
Summary: Temp Jongin has a crush on the receptionist.
Warnings: None.
Notes: To be 100% honest with you, this was supposed to be a larger The Office AU, but I'm just putting this out now because it's been months of no progress. This barely passes for a drabble but let's pretend it does.
Jongin barely notices when the water floods off the plastic cup. It’s only when Sehun points out that he’s emptying the cooler that he blinks away from the glass window he’d been staring though with a startle, finger lifting from the tap immediately. With a mumbled curse, he tries to bring the full cup to his lips without splashing out water, naturally failing and having his white button-down shirt decorated with a wet spot.
“Again?” Sehun ventures a glance through the same window Jongin’s gaze fluttered back to, watching the office’s receptionist purse his lips distractedly, engrossed with something on his computer screen.
There’s a faint blush on Jongin’s face when he looks back at the blond temp, jerking a small smile from him.
Jongin stutters, avoiding the judgmental gaze. “What, I just was thinking about something.”
“He has a name, you know. It’s Taemin,” Zitao says from his spot on the chair, sharing a knowing smile with Sehun after a beat. “Well, of course you do know. I guess if there’s anyone who’s well too familiar with his name, that would be you.”
Forcing a roll of eyes, Jongin shrugs like the fellow interns are being ridiculous. Not that they aren’t - but he acknowledges, on a strictly intimate level, that he’s all more ridiculous. Soon it would count four months from the first day he’d walked through the front door for his first day at his temp job only to gape at the pretty receptionist. Incidentally, it’ll be four months of his inability to even hint towards his very obvious (according to the other temps at the office) romantic interest when talking to said receptionist. And not for a lack of opportunity, either, because they talk a lot - they’re close acquaintances, of sorts (not friends, definitely not friends).
Taemin had always been fairly nice, if not a little airy - “a little odd,” Jongdae, from accounting, had described once, always in a benevolent tone, to which his fellow accountant Baekhyun had retorted with, “dude, he gives his desk good morning when he gets here,” - and, at times, a bit mean. Healthily mean, funnily mean, especially when he makes fun of Jongin’s odd way of speaking. He doesn’t quite function the way most people usually would and that used to throw Jongin off at first, but now…
Well, now Jongin drinks a whole lot of water past the limits his bladder will indulge him in just as an excuse to watch him play Mahjong (Taemin promotes his own one man Mahjong tournament he’s daily determined to win, always hell-bent on beating his own last record time) through the blinds.
“I’m pretty sure he’s gay,” Sehun suddenly says, drawing Jongin’s attention. “You should go for it, man.”
“Why do you say?”
The blond offers a half-hearted shrug, lips briefly curving downwards in consideration. “My sister’s always saying all the good-looking ones are gay.”
Anticlimactic as always, Sehun never fails to serve his purpose in life. Jongin thinks he needs a little more consistent proof before he decides to make a move. Zitao intervenes with a small frown of genuine confusion.
“But I’m straight.”
Sehun’s brows rise significantly. When Zitao turns his puzzled stare to Jongin, he hurries to take a sip from his cup.
Zitao looks upset for the following hours, the upset crease in his forehead only lifting away when Sehun offers to pay for his diet coke during lunch break.
Title: Careless
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Baekhyun/D.O.
Rating: G
Summary: Despite himself, Kyungsoo indulges Baekhyun.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Old and titled "baeksoo pat pat.doc". I really love the idea of an introvert D.O. pining after an oblivious Baekhyun.
When Baekhyun emerges from the darkness of the room they have been sharing for almost an week now, face suddenly in the vicinity of Kyungsoo’s and mattress sinking under the weight of his body, the younger male doesn’t say a word. His hands recoil and, within a silent second, he has his lap occupied by the head of a drained Baekhyun, cheek soft against his sweatpants and lids comfortably pulled over his eyes.
They had started this fairly innocent habit years back, Kyungsoo would think it dated before their official debut, and it consisted of an exchange of favors: Kyungsoo would sink his pale fingers into the softness of Baekhyun’s hair, tips massaging the scalp to ease away the pent up tension the elder finds so hard to prevent, and Baekhyun is to return the favor by producing thick sounds from the depth of his throat, the vibrations prickling down Kyungsoo’s thighs and soothing his own exhausted self. It hadn’t occurred to either of them, Kyungsoo is confident enough to muse, if it would seem strange to the eye of a third party, and even if the thought had flashed through their minds at some point, once again it had always appeared that would not become a problem, as there was nothing suspicious lurking behind the act.
Kyungsoo had never thought much of it, that is for sure, until now, with his lip snug between his teeth as his fingertips caress the short strands of Baekhyun’s hair, chest inflated with a stagnant breath that somehow refused to leave until a burn slowly evolved to his throat, forcing him to release hot air through his lips. Thankfully, Baekhyun doesn’t notice the tension of Kyungsoo’s muscles, easily slipping himself into a relaxed state as the pampering continues.
Those moments of blissful innocence are well behind him, well behind that day in which something in him clicked and he suddenly found himself to be a pounding-hearted mess in the presence of the older man. That one second, that one tiny fraction of time in which all parts of his conscience decided to collective agree that “oh,” was quick to change his entire stance, his thoughts and his emotions, replacing a comfortable functioning rhythm for the inconvenience of quickened breathing and blushing skin.
His fingers linger on the nape longer, each second calculated not to last too long lest it will stir suspicion, but also still enough to satiate his need to feel that skin that seems so soft to the touch. He closes his eyes, allows himself a brief second to enjoy that moment, ears flooded in the continuous, soft humming Baekhyun emits. It feels so different from their daily interactions, rushed and molded into a comedic distraction for the rest of the group. It’s calm and soft and fulfilling, giving his pathetic thumping heart reason for excitement. His body curves, noses gradually picking up on the scent of the other more distinctively, leaning in closer until he can tell the shampoo apart from the make-up remover, fingers twisting in a lock of hair and lips touching the smooth surface of a forehead.
And it freezes over.
It freezes over in the sense Kyungsoo can feel the pleasant warmth dissipate and give room for the cold spreading over the top of his stomach, lids flying open to reveal big eyes, pulling back just as stiffly as he’d been as of late around Baekhyun.
The elder cracks his eyes open as well, brow crooking as he aims a distinctively teasing glance at Kyungsoo, who has retreated all together from contact.
“Is someone a little affectionate today?” Baekhyun asks, not making great effort to guise the amusement in his tone. Kyungsoo hates the knot in his tie that keeps him from giving the casual, expected return, putting all his effort into avoiding panic state.
One breath, two breaths, he gains time by shaking his head with a choked chuckle. “I felt sorry, you looked so tired.” He cringes, more internally than otherwise, swallowing another breath.
Baekhyun’s chest raises and fall with soft laughter, head shaking while his body moves up and away from Kyungsoo’s, allowing the cold to spread. “Well, I’ll show myself to the bed before you decide to cradle me to sleep,” he replies easily in a smooth voice, the blatant oblivion a reminder of how stupid it is to even consider having any kind of romantic feelings towards a friend, of all people. A friend like Baekhyun, of all people.
The worst thing is Kyungsoo can’t even produce a response other than a shrug, or more of a jerk of shoulders, and a blink, busying himself with the screen on his iPod until Baekhyun is settled over his own bed, a quiet sigh escaping his lungs.
Kyungsoo suddenly feels entirely too tired himself.