Love in Amber *oneshot*
Pairing: HimUp
Rated: PG13
Length: 5.8K
The last time Jongup had to stay and wax the floor was six months ago and he had literally waxed himself into a corner, stuck for hours while the wax dried and needing to pee so badly that he was close to tears.
So this time when he noticed the date for another coat was coming up he planned ahead.
No drinks. That one was obvious.
Bring a phone. If he got distracted again then he at least wanted a chance to improve his Angry Bird score.
Check the other employee's schedules. That was less about relieving his boredom and more on the keeping his sanity side. If Yongguk was the librarian scheduled for the closing shift then Jongup was fine. They would casually nod to each other as Yongguk slipped out of the backdoor (conveniently located next to a patch of carpet, the lucky librarian bastards) and then he could spend the rest of the night in peace.
But if Himchan was the one working he knew he wouldn't be quite so lucky. They would blink uncomfortably at each other for a few moments before Himchan stuttered something unintelligible, dropped whatever book he would be holding, and then stumbled as far away from him as possible. Jongup would be standing there with his jaw clamped shut and a mop or a broom squeezed so tight in his hands that he would feel it leaving imprints into his skin.
Their meetings in the library had thankfully been nonexistent ever since Jongup had switched to the night shift so he hadn't actually seen Himchan in close to three months. The odds of him working one lone evening shift on the same night Jongup had to come in earlier than normal to wax the floors was slim but he wasn't willing to take the risk, so the first chance he got he made a detour into the offices to get a peek at the schedule hanging on the wall.
"What are you doing back here?"
An amused voice broke him out of his concentration as he scanned the list for Himchan's name. He recognized the voice so he waved the other man away until he found the line he was looking for. With a sigh of relief he saw that tomorrow night's square was blessedly free of Himchan's name.
"I have to be here early next Friday to start the floors," He explained as he turned around to see his former roommate and occasional best friend. "But I can reschedule it for Saturday or Sunday if I need to. As long as it's done by the end of the weekend."
Junhong narrowed his eyes and looked over Jongup's shoulder to the schedule behind him. "And so you wanted to check who was working that night before you got everything ready." It wasn't directed to him questioningly because Junhong knew him well enough to know the real reason Jongup was nervous. "You know he works the opening shift every day."
"You can never be too sure," Jongup replied.
"Why won't you just talk to him and fix all o-"
"He made himself perfectly clear, Junhong." Jongup flinched at the memory of how Himchan looked at him the last time they were together. "I'm not good enough for him and he wants nothing to do with me."
Junhong shook his head and sighed. "I really don't believe Himchan would think that way. He's a really great guy. A little goofy sometimes but for the most part he seems pretty shy and sweet."
He knew Junhong was telling the truth because for the six months he'd worked day shift he'd silently observed the older librarian when no one else was around. As he quietly swept the main lobby every morning he would watch Himchan flip through his mail, humming under his breath and smiling softly even when there was nothing remotely amusing happening around him. Jongup could almost feel the enigmatic calm that surrounded Himchan. The way his cheeks lifted and his eyes sparkled when he grinned made Jongup think the sun had forced its way inside of the three story library and directly into Himchan's smile.
"He kissed me and then ran away like a scared little girl."
"We can't all be as smooth as I am." Junhong nudged Jongup with his shoulder. "Maybe he didn't realize how drunk he really was and the kiss sobered him up a little."
Himchan had been pretty out of it when he'd suddenly thrown himself forward and caged Jongup in between his body and the front of his door. His tongue had tasted like half parts whiskey and desperation as it curled its way inside of Jongup's mouth, body pressing closer until Jongup had whined with the plea for air.
The library's yearly Christmas party usually ended with yawns and checks on the time but Junhong just had to order two kegs of beer that night and ruin Jongup's life. One sloppy kiss and a possessive grip on his waist was all Jongup had gotten from it.
"Doesn't matter," He finally said, shaking the memory of Himchan's palm sliding against his bare hip out of his head. "He regretted it the second it happened and I moved to the night shift so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable. It's over."
His friend didn't look convinced but Jongup had worked hard to push that night out of his mind and he wasn't about to let the sight of Himchan ruin him once again. After his lips had mouthed Himchan's name voicelessly into the crook of his neck, he'd been roughly shoved away with just a moments glimpse of Himchan's horrified face before the door was slammed into his face. The sight of Himchan looking at him with such disgust stuck to Jongup's skin like glue. They had been dancing around each other for months with timid glances and soft smiles and even though he was used to being the more confident one in relationships he was ready and willing to let Himchan take control the second their lips had touched.
But Himchan had thought their seven minutes together had been a mistake and Jongup hadn't.
---
Jongup worked quietly and without much notice the next week. He liked his job because the hours were good, the pay wasn't bad, and he felt pretty proud to be able to tell people he worked in a library. What his actual position was he left out unless they asked. College wasn't in the cards for him and he was okay with that. It wasn't until Himchan had completely demoralized him that he started to feel embarrassment at being a janitor. Maybe if he held a higher position in the library then Himchan wouldn't have looked so ashamed.
"You look glum," Junhong leaned against the back door and watched him as he emptied the trash into a dumpster. "Cheer up, it's Thursday. Just one more day to go until the weekend."
"I have to be here by five tomorrow to start prepping the floors," Jongup wrinkled his nose as a toilet paper roll landed on his foot. "It will probably take all night to get everything done. I have to clean them and wax all of the three main rooms then wait for it to dry. My weekend probably won't start until Saturday morning."
He had his back turned so he didn't see the sly smile cross Junhong's lips. "So you'll be staying late tomorrow night all by yourself?"
He nodded as he shook the can over the dumpster to make sure every bathroom bag was emptied into it. "You want to keep me company? We'll have a couple of hours before it will be dry. We can download a new game on your iPad."
"I can't stay up that late anymore. My body's too old."
Jongup swiveled around to raise an eyebrow in disbelief. "You're younger than I am."
Junhong shrugged. "I've lived hard, Jonguppie." He pushed the door open for them and followed Jongup back to the second floor bathrooms. "So you won't even have a helper? Or someone to do the rest of the regular cleaning for you?"
The questions were starting to become suspicious. "You're not planning something stupid are you? I'm not going to find mud all over the floors or anything?"
"I'm just curious, geez." Junhong held his head high proudly and sniffed. "Shows what I get for being concerned about my best friend. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even have this job. You would still be building ugly apartment buildings with your uncle. If it wasn't for me you w-"
"Would be living a nice quiet life right now," Jongup interrupted dryly. He shoved Junhong playfully so he would know Jongup was only joking. "I've just known you long enough to realize when you have some dumb idea forming. You're not as tricky as you think. No dead animals hidden under couches. No melted chocolate smeared all over the bathroom walls. No sex in your office with the microphone on so I'll hear it over every single speaker."
Junhong's eyes brightened at the last one. "I hadn't even thought of that one yet. I'm putting a pin in it for later. Thanks buddy." He grinned cheekily as he turned to head back towards his office. "And whatever I'm planning is bound to be good since I’m the one that thought of it!"
---
The door behind him slammed shut making Jongup drop the waxy rag to the ground with a curse. He had waited until everyone else was off work before starting the tedious project but someone must have slipped back in without him knowing.
"Hey, you can't walk through the lobby!" He called as he came around the corner. Jongup stopped in his tracks when he saw who the intruder was.
"I'm sorry. I-" Himchan swallowed, eyes darting nervously from side to side. "I came down to get my water from the lounge."
Jongup's throat felt like sandpaper and he wished he was the one with the bottle of water right now. This was the first time they had been in the same room together since the Christmas party and if anything Himchan looked even more attractive than he remembered him being. His usually stiff collar was unbuttoned to below his throat, exposing the soft skin that Jongup had slid his lips across only three months earlier. The black button-up shirt and slacks matched his hair and eyes perfectly so that the only other shade you could see was slight traces of milky white flesh.
"Day shift," Jongup croaked before he managed to clear his throat and try again. "You're supposed to be on day shift."
Himchan still refused to look him in the eyes. "Junhong messed the server up so I have to do a system backup. I have two more hours before it finishes."
He didn't know what messing up the server consisted of but Jongup would bet his next paycheck that it was no accident they both had things to do late in the library on this particular night. The only thing he didn't know was if he wanted to strangle or thank Junhong for throwing them together. Probably both. Time would tell.
"You can't come through here." Jongup waved his hand around the room when Himchan started to move forward. "I've already waxed half of the floor. You'll leave marks."
Himchan took another step towards him but stopped when Jongup took two of his own backwards as well. "Oh. Sorry. Okay. I'm sorry. Again." He tried to smile but Jongup was already turning back to his work and pretending to be completely engrossed in rubbing the rag across the floor in sharp, quick movements. "I'll… See you later."
It wasn't until the door clicked shut again that Jongup was able to release the tightness in his shoulders. If he had thought seeing Himchan would be easier after trying so hard to put him out of his mind then he was wrong, wrong, wrong. The Christmas party was merely the culmination of dying silently every time they crossed paths. The first time he had seen Himchan was on his third day of work and Junhong had been excitedly introducing him to all his favorite co-workers. They'd turned the corner and there stood the single most gorgeous face Jongup had ever been lucky enough to gaze upon. The corner of his heart-shaped lips had curled up only slightly as Junhong told them each other's names. Kim Himchan. Head librarian in the classics section. He'd held an armful of heavy books, each covered in a thin layer of dust, and Jongup had smiled as he had tried to keep them balanced in his arms.
"Himchan just started here in April," Junhong explained when he mistook the dumbfound expression on Jongup's face for one of confusion. "He's pretty shy so we're trying hard to break him out of it."
"He keeps trying to take me out to a bar and pour drinks down my throat," The voice that came out of that pretty face gave a jolt to Jongup's system. He hadn't expected the gravely tone and it made his attraction shoot up another notch. "I'm not much of a drinker." He bit down nervously on his bottom lip, eyes still locked onto Jongup's own glazed ones. "It's nice to meet you, Jongup."
The whoosh of air he let out finally clued Junhong in on why he'd been so silent during the entire exchange.
"Oh god," His eyes slid between the retreating form of Himchan and Jongup's needy expression. "You want to bang the new librarian. I thought you were into girls this week."
"I changed my mind." Jongup bit down hard onto his tongue as Himchan turned his head once right before he pushed open his door. His half-smile finally erupted into a larger grin, eyes crinkling and teeth exposed. Jongup felt like he'd been slammed with an invisible fist. "I'm not into anything that's not him from now on."
Junhong hung his head in his hands and groaned. "Himchan's so timid though. It will take years to get him to open up to you. Couldn't you have picked someone at least slightly more social? Like Yongguk?"
The head librarian of the nonfiction section was so serious that his forehead had a permanent crinkle in it but Jongup had heard that he loosened up a lot when the staff took their monthly bar crawl together. Before Jongup had even started working at the library he had already learned that when you shoved a little bit of tequila into Yongguk's vision he became handsy. He'd also discovered from a reliable source that his tongue was a lot less rigid than his normal scowl made it seem. Junhong would kill him if that was let out though.
"Yongguk's too skinny for me. And mean." He knew he'd be interested in Himchan no matter what but he loved the curves of his ass as he walked away and he was 97% positive his thighs would shake as Jongup ripped his expensive slacks down his legs. That turned him on almost as much as imagining what would happen next. "Is he into boys?"
"From the way he was eye-fucking you I'm pretty sure he's willing to give it a try," Junhong replied dryly. "Just don't push it. It was hard for them to find someone willing to take over the classics section and if you sleep with the librarian and then break his heart I'll be the one forced to work his opening shift."
Jongup had zero desire to hurt anyone but he had to admit it was too early to decide if this was something he wanted to pursue. Maybe Himchan was hiding a disgusting personality under his amazing body.
"I won't try anything," He promised. "If Himchan is interested then he can be the one to speak up."
"Fat chance," The snort Junhong gave turned into full blown laughter. "It took him three weeks just to say hello to me in the hallway. Good luck trying to break into that."
---
The floor was so beautiful that you could see yourself in the shine coming through the marble windows. Jongup watched the reflection of the three floors in the amber glow for a few moments, wishing he was on the other side of the library so he could enjoy the view better.
Unfortunately he had done the one thing he had worked so hard to prevent. Himchan's unexpected arrival had not only flustered him, it had made every plan he'd thought up just fly completely out the door.
He was stuck between a newly waxed floor and a hard place. Literally. Again. The employee door was behind him and in front lay a slick floor that he wouldn't be allowed to cross for at least two hours. The doors automatically locked after everyone left and he had been so sure of his plan to not back himself into a corner that he had left his keys in his locker down in the basement. So unless he was willing to beat on the door and hope Himchan heard him then he was stuck again for the long-haul.
"You're a fuckup, Moon Jongup," He cursed as he stretched himself out on the small square of carpet surrounding the door, arm thrown over his face. As much as he loved working at night so that he could watch the play of light coming through the incredible windows he wasn't much in the mood for it after his giant blunder. There wasn't anything else he could do now besides wait and relax. Maybe Himchan would be gone by the time he was able to get back to work. Surely a backup didn't take all night.
The click of the door behind him made him groan into the crook of his elbow. Was there some demigod somewhere who was doing this just to torture him?
"Are you taking a break? In the floor?"
He peeked under his arm just enough to get a good view of Himchan standing over him, forehead wrinkled in concern. "I'm the idiot who doesn't pay attention to where he's working. Now I have to wait for it to dry. So don't shut," The door fell behind Himchan with a loud bang. "The door."
Himchan's lips parted as he realized what he'd done. "I left my keys on the desk," He realized with growing horror. "I was in a hurry to get out of there and forgot them."
In a rush to leave so they didn't cross paths again. Jongup understood that. Now they were at a loss at what to do, the carpet barely large enough for Jongup to stretch out on and he was several inches shorter than the other. Another thing that turned him on. Jongup wasn't sure if there was a single thing about Himchan that didn't turn him on to be honest.
"Looks like you're stuck with me," He calmly informed the still standing man. "There's about an hour and a half left until we can risk checking the floor."
"I don't feel comfortable with that," Himchan replied quickly, clutching his bag to his chest. "Can't we force the door open or something?"
If he was trying to hurt Jongup's feelings again then he had succeeded. Not only was kissing him a mistake but now Himchan couldn't even stand to sit next to him for the next two hours.
"No," Jongup sat up to scoot to the furthest end of the carpet so that Himchan wouldn't be soiled by accidently touching his dirty skin. "Not unless you want the alarms to go off."
He couldn't see Himchan's face but he heard a small sigh just before the sound of shuffling hit his ears. Long legs stretched out in the corner of his eyesight as Himchan settled down mere inches away from him.
The fading scent of cologne invaded his nose and it brought Jongup back to the fateful night where he thought he'd finally gotten what he wanted but had lost it in mere minutes.
---
The more that Junhong tried to hand plastic cups of beer to him the more Himchan stiffened and clenched his arms tight in the seat next to him. Junhong had forced them into the same bench as soon as Jongup had arrived to the library basement where they always held their seasonal parties. They'd barely spoken past whispered greetings and Jongup felt sorry for how out of place Himchan looked. He clearly didn't want to be there and Jongup didn't blame him. It was only an hour into the party and at least three people were verging on tipsy in the small meeting room. Junhong had clearly partaken in the drinks before everyone else arrived and Yongguk had brought his own bottle of favorite tequila so after a few shots he was already bleary-eyed with a grin that looked glued on.
"Someone's going to have to carry Yongguk home," He accidentally said out loud.
"Probably Daehyun," Himchan replied softly. When Jongup's head lifted to look at him curiously he chuckled and pointed across the room. Their romance section librarian was currently eyeing Yongguk with too much interest to blame on the half-full cup of beer in his hands. "He's been into Yongguk for a long time."
Gossip was something he never expected from Himchan and it amused him. "How can you tell?"
Himchan shrugged a shoulder as he leaned in conspiratorially. Dark and heady cologne invaded Jongup's space and he moved even closer just to get another sniff of it. "When you stay out of the way everyone forgets you're there. I've noticed Daehyun watching from around the door of his office every time Yongguk comes into the hallway. Then he finds silly excuses to ask him questions."
"I didn't even know Daehyun was gay," Jongup said it as casually as possible to try and gauge Himchan's reaction.
"You'd be surprised at who all is gay," Himchan didn't look at him as he replied but Jongup could see the nervous tic of his jaw as he rolled it back and forth.
Junhong fell into their field of vision, knees on the ground and two cups of beer sloshing over his wrists. "Seriously you two. Everyone's saying you're killing the mood over here. At least hold the beers so everyone else thinks you're having fun."
Before he had finished speaking Himchan had already grabbed one of the drinks and downed it in one long pull. Junhong watched him with wide eyes, blindly pushing the other beer into Jongup's chest.
"This is going to be awesome," Junhong breathed, turning to give his best friend a cat that ate the canary grin. "Have fun, Jonguppie."
As Junhong rejoined the large crowd in the middle of the room they sipped their drinks in slightly less awkward silence for a few moments.
"You and Junhong seem close," Himchan finally offered as way of conversation. He snagged a new beer off the table behind them.
"We used to be roommates before he graduated college. He's the reason I got this job."
Himchan's arm dropped between them and pressed against Jongup. With anyone else he would have discreetly scooted away but with Himchan his body stayed ramrod straight. This was the first time their skin had touched and it embarrassed Jongup how quickly his heart raced because of it.
"I don't like to drink in public," Himchan admitted with a small laugh. "I get sloppy drunk pretty easily."
Jongup wondered for a moment how best to phrase that he wanted Himchan sloppy drunk. That he'd fantasized about him being sloppy drunk. That the anticipation of him being sloppy drunk made Jongup's blood thicken and his heart pound.
"I'd walk you home. If you did. Get drunk, I mean." He took a sip of his beer before he turned towards Himchan. The cat-like black eyes were zeroed in on him with a serious expression that was only slightly ruined by the slight sway of Himchan's body.
"Okay," The second drink was finished just as quickly as the first and Himchan raised two fingers in the air when Junhong glanced back at them. "Let's get this party started then."
---
The night had dragged on for hours before Jongup was able to convince Junhong that Himchan needed to be taken home. He'd just started to climb onto the dessert table while yelling at Junhong to turn on a good song to dance to when Jongup managed to move him towards the door.
"The library looks beautiful at night," Himchan's soft voice broke him out of his Christmas party daydream. "It looks pretty in the daytime too but I like the moonlight shining through the windows better than the sun."
Jongup had already noticed the way the moon's light shone through the marble windows, leaving streaks of amber across Himchan's fair skin. He had noticed and filed it away for later. If he paid too much attention to it right now he might not make it the rest of their time together.
"The whole reason I wanted to be a librarian was because of those windows," Himchan continued, not noticing or caring that Jongup was still silent beside him. "I came here a lot when I was younger and always loved them." He sighed, turning his head to fully look at Jongup. "It's been a long day and I'm tired. Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room or just ignore it?"
"I'm okay with ignoring it," Jongup answered quickly. "There's nowhere for you to run this time anyways."
Himchan toyed with the cuff in his shirt, silent as he took in Jongup's annoyance. It took a few seconds for him to stop fidgeting and lift his head. "I was drunk, Jongup."
"Not a good excuse," Jongup steeled himself for the answer that he knew would break him apart even more than Himchan already had. "What is it that made you so ashamed? That I'm a man? That I work as a janitor? That I'm ugly?"
"What?" Himchan spun his head to look at him in bewilderment. "What are you talking about? Why would I be ashamed of you?"
Jongup chewed on the inside of his cheek and hated how flustered he felt having Himchan's eyes on him. "You kissed me and then looked like you swallowed a dead animal. What exactly was I supposed to think?"
"That I was drunk," Himchan's voice was low and angry and so, so attractive as he answered. "That I was embarrassed of myself and that I didn't want you to think I was an idiot? I couldn't go to work on Monday because I felt like such a creep. And then you go and switch shifts?" He was breathing heavy by this point, finger aimed at Jongup's chest and lips tight. "You were the one who was ashamed."
He wanted to rip Himchan's finger off of his arm and shove it right into his eyeball. "I think my tongue down your throat made my feelings perfectly clear," He deadpanned, feeling his jaw clench. "I was just as drunk as you so why are you making yourself out to be the bad guy? What happened between us was mutual and you fucking knew it."
"I knew you looked at me," Himchan argued, voice growing louder in the empty lobby. "I knew you were shy when I came near you. But that was all you gave me. You never once sought me out to talk or gave me a single hint that you were okay with what happened."
Jongup was tired of arguing and he was even more sick of watching Himchan's lips move without his own attached to them. So he did the only thing he could think of and shut him up.
Himchan surprised him by replying with just as much force against Jongup's lips. He had expected Himchan to look at him with the familiar horror in his eyes not shove him against the door so that he could jump expertly forward to straddle his lap and growl Jongup's name against his mouth.
"I thought you were shy," Jongup panted into Himchan's hair as the older man ground his ass down over him. He let Himchan dominate for the moment because he loved the way being in charge turned Himchan's cheeks red and furrowed his brows. "I thought you hated me."
"I am," Himchan dropped his head to the side and moaned when Jongup started bucking up towards him. "And I don’t." His bottom lip was sucked tightly between his teeth just begging for Jongup to tug it out and lave his tongue across it. "You're best friends with Junhong."
The random comment surprised him but Jongup wasn't about to stop Himchan from rubbing across every spare inch of his lap while kissing sloppily across his jaw. "Yeah?"
"So I thought that meant you were mouthy," The lips sliding back and forth across his flushed skin pulled away leaving Jongup breathless and wanting more. "I thought you would say something to me if you felt the same way I did. But you didn't, not even when I threw myself at you. I felt like an idiot afterwards."
Jongup switched their positions and frowned. He looked at the man lying below him and wondered how anyone could ever think he was less than perfect. "Himchan…" His lips parted and he couldn't even think up a way to explain how he felt towards him. "I'm sorry."
He found Himchan's lips again, tongue sliding slow across the seam of Himchan's mouth until he opened for him. Kissing him as deeply as possible would never make up for the months they had lost out on but Jongup poured everything he had into the kiss anyway.
Himchan quickly relaxed against him as Jongup tugged out the shirt that Himchan had tucked into his pants. His palm slid warmly across the smooth skin of Himchan's hip and he grinned into the kiss when he heard the gasp of pleasure his touched caused.
"Do they have cameras on overnight?" Himchan closed his eyes as Jongup slowly unbuttoned his shirt, lips pressing against every uncovered inch of skin he discovered. "Will anyone see this?"
"I turn them off when I start working." He'd made it all the way to the last button, right where Himchan's stomach was clenched from nervousness. "Junhong used to hack into the security feed and pretend to by a psychopath watching me work." Himchan let out a bark of laughter, body going more relaxed as Jongup distracted him with jokes. "Once he blocked his number and texted me pictures of myself cleaning. When I called the police he got scared and called me crying because he thought he would be arrested." Jongup had already pushed his shirt to the side and undone the button of his pants before Himchan had stopped laughing.
The sudden grip on his wrist stopped him cold and he looked at Himchan in confusion.
"You too," Himchan motioned towards him. "You're wearing too many layers for me to undress you."
Jongup looked down before realizing what Himchan meant. He had an old jacket on over his regular cover-all's just in case he got the wax on himself. There was no way for Himchan to help remove all of his clothes.
He removed the jacket in a hurry, fingers fumbling with the straps of his cover-all's and trying to get them undone before Himchan changed his mind and tried to run again.
"Hey," Hands slipped across his shoulders and down his arms, stopping the frantic movements. "No hurry. We've got about an hour left here, right?"
Forty-seven minutes if he went by the clock behind the desk but he'd fully planned to spend twice that amount of time just touching Himchan. He wanted his fingertips to acquaint themselves with every sliver of skin and his palms to grip anywhere that he thought was squeezable.
"What would have happened if you hadn't of ran away," Jongup asked, finally managing to unclasp the buttons of his straps and yanking his shirt over his head. Who cared if he threw it on the damp floor and messed it up? At this point a wild animal could have strolled by and he wouldn't even notice. "Would you have let me inside your house?"
Himchan sat up on his elbows to get closer to the expanse of bare skin above him. His lips were soft against Jongup's collarbones.
"Perhaps. Why? Is that a hint?"
When Himchan lied back against the floor his eyes were sleepy. The light through the windows was still hitting his pale skin in splashes of color. Jongup wished for the tenth time that night that he had a phone but this time it wouldn't be to call for help it would be to preserve the image of Himchan being doused with moonlight.
"No. Maybe."
Himchan's grin was brighter than the light coming in through the windows. He tugged Jongup back to his chest and wrapped snug arms around his shoulders to hold him still.
"So what do I have to do to convince you to risk walking across the floor before it's finished?"
---
Tell Jae that I want to be switched back to day shift on the next schedule.
He shot a text off to Junhong while Himchan was in the bathroom. There wouldn't be time or energy for texting when Himchan came back into his bedroom, Jongup was relatively certain of that.
It's three in the morning you asshole. Tell him yourself.
Junhong grumpy reply made him laugh and he almost felt guilty for waking his best friend up so early in the morning.
Wait why??
Did you and Himchan talk????
Are you two together right now?
Jongup!!
The replies piled up on his phone but he didn't notice until he stumbled out of bed later that morning, hair unkempt and eyes puffy. The only thing on him that didn't look exhausted was the wide grin as he glanced over at the larger lump on the other side of the bed.
He really should thank Junhong, he mused, carefully pulling the covers tighter around them when he came back from getting a drink of water. Himchan's body was so warm under the sheets and soft as he slid in tight against him and there was a 95% chance he was going to call the both of them in sick on Monday. He might even buy Junhong a present, he decided.
You should probably sanitize your desk.
But first he was going to get back at him just a little bit.
A/N *mentally adding a BangDae sequel to this to my list of fics I really want to write :D*
Rated: PG13
Length: 5.8K
The last time Jongup had to stay and wax the floor was six months ago and he had literally waxed himself into a corner, stuck for hours while the wax dried and needing to pee so badly that he was close to tears.
So this time when he noticed the date for another coat was coming up he planned ahead.
No drinks. That one was obvious.
Bring a phone. If he got distracted again then he at least wanted a chance to improve his Angry Bird score.
Check the other employee's schedules. That was less about relieving his boredom and more on the keeping his sanity side. If Yongguk was the librarian scheduled for the closing shift then Jongup was fine. They would casually nod to each other as Yongguk slipped out of the backdoor (conveniently located next to a patch of carpet, the lucky librarian bastards) and then he could spend the rest of the night in peace.
But if Himchan was the one working he knew he wouldn't be quite so lucky. They would blink uncomfortably at each other for a few moments before Himchan stuttered something unintelligible, dropped whatever book he would be holding, and then stumbled as far away from him as possible. Jongup would be standing there with his jaw clamped shut and a mop or a broom squeezed so tight in his hands that he would feel it leaving imprints into his skin.
Their meetings in the library had thankfully been nonexistent ever since Jongup had switched to the night shift so he hadn't actually seen Himchan in close to three months. The odds of him working one lone evening shift on the same night Jongup had to come in earlier than normal to wax the floors was slim but he wasn't willing to take the risk, so the first chance he got he made a detour into the offices to get a peek at the schedule hanging on the wall.
"What are you doing back here?"
An amused voice broke him out of his concentration as he scanned the list for Himchan's name. He recognized the voice so he waved the other man away until he found the line he was looking for. With a sigh of relief he saw that tomorrow night's square was blessedly free of Himchan's name.
"I have to be here early next Friday to start the floors," He explained as he turned around to see his former roommate and occasional best friend. "But I can reschedule it for Saturday or Sunday if I need to. As long as it's done by the end of the weekend."
Junhong narrowed his eyes and looked over Jongup's shoulder to the schedule behind him. "And so you wanted to check who was working that night before you got everything ready." It wasn't directed to him questioningly because Junhong knew him well enough to know the real reason Jongup was nervous. "You know he works the opening shift every day."
"You can never be too sure," Jongup replied.
"Why won't you just talk to him and fix all o-"
"He made himself perfectly clear, Junhong." Jongup flinched at the memory of how Himchan looked at him the last time they were together. "I'm not good enough for him and he wants nothing to do with me."
Junhong shook his head and sighed. "I really don't believe Himchan would think that way. He's a really great guy. A little goofy sometimes but for the most part he seems pretty shy and sweet."
He knew Junhong was telling the truth because for the six months he'd worked day shift he'd silently observed the older librarian when no one else was around. As he quietly swept the main lobby every morning he would watch Himchan flip through his mail, humming under his breath and smiling softly even when there was nothing remotely amusing happening around him. Jongup could almost feel the enigmatic calm that surrounded Himchan. The way his cheeks lifted and his eyes sparkled when he grinned made Jongup think the sun had forced its way inside of the three story library and directly into Himchan's smile.
"He kissed me and then ran away like a scared little girl."
"We can't all be as smooth as I am." Junhong nudged Jongup with his shoulder. "Maybe he didn't realize how drunk he really was and the kiss sobered him up a little."
Himchan had been pretty out of it when he'd suddenly thrown himself forward and caged Jongup in between his body and the front of his door. His tongue had tasted like half parts whiskey and desperation as it curled its way inside of Jongup's mouth, body pressing closer until Jongup had whined with the plea for air.
The library's yearly Christmas party usually ended with yawns and checks on the time but Junhong just had to order two kegs of beer that night and ruin Jongup's life. One sloppy kiss and a possessive grip on his waist was all Jongup had gotten from it.
"Doesn't matter," He finally said, shaking the memory of Himchan's palm sliding against his bare hip out of his head. "He regretted it the second it happened and I moved to the night shift so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable. It's over."
His friend didn't look convinced but Jongup had worked hard to push that night out of his mind and he wasn't about to let the sight of Himchan ruin him once again. After his lips had mouthed Himchan's name voicelessly into the crook of his neck, he'd been roughly shoved away with just a moments glimpse of Himchan's horrified face before the door was slammed into his face. The sight of Himchan looking at him with such disgust stuck to Jongup's skin like glue. They had been dancing around each other for months with timid glances and soft smiles and even though he was used to being the more confident one in relationships he was ready and willing to let Himchan take control the second their lips had touched.
But Himchan had thought their seven minutes together had been a mistake and Jongup hadn't.
---
Jongup worked quietly and without much notice the next week. He liked his job because the hours were good, the pay wasn't bad, and he felt pretty proud to be able to tell people he worked in a library. What his actual position was he left out unless they asked. College wasn't in the cards for him and he was okay with that. It wasn't until Himchan had completely demoralized him that he started to feel embarrassment at being a janitor. Maybe if he held a higher position in the library then Himchan wouldn't have looked so ashamed.
"You look glum," Junhong leaned against the back door and watched him as he emptied the trash into a dumpster. "Cheer up, it's Thursday. Just one more day to go until the weekend."
"I have to be here by five tomorrow to start prepping the floors," Jongup wrinkled his nose as a toilet paper roll landed on his foot. "It will probably take all night to get everything done. I have to clean them and wax all of the three main rooms then wait for it to dry. My weekend probably won't start until Saturday morning."
He had his back turned so he didn't see the sly smile cross Junhong's lips. "So you'll be staying late tomorrow night all by yourself?"
He nodded as he shook the can over the dumpster to make sure every bathroom bag was emptied into it. "You want to keep me company? We'll have a couple of hours before it will be dry. We can download a new game on your iPad."
"I can't stay up that late anymore. My body's too old."
Jongup swiveled around to raise an eyebrow in disbelief. "You're younger than I am."
Junhong shrugged. "I've lived hard, Jonguppie." He pushed the door open for them and followed Jongup back to the second floor bathrooms. "So you won't even have a helper? Or someone to do the rest of the regular cleaning for you?"
The questions were starting to become suspicious. "You're not planning something stupid are you? I'm not going to find mud all over the floors or anything?"
"I'm just curious, geez." Junhong held his head high proudly and sniffed. "Shows what I get for being concerned about my best friend. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even have this job. You would still be building ugly apartment buildings with your uncle. If it wasn't for me you w-"
"Would be living a nice quiet life right now," Jongup interrupted dryly. He shoved Junhong playfully so he would know Jongup was only joking. "I've just known you long enough to realize when you have some dumb idea forming. You're not as tricky as you think. No dead animals hidden under couches. No melted chocolate smeared all over the bathroom walls. No sex in your office with the microphone on so I'll hear it over every single speaker."
Junhong's eyes brightened at the last one. "I hadn't even thought of that one yet. I'm putting a pin in it for later. Thanks buddy." He grinned cheekily as he turned to head back towards his office. "And whatever I'm planning is bound to be good since I’m the one that thought of it!"
---
The door behind him slammed shut making Jongup drop the waxy rag to the ground with a curse. He had waited until everyone else was off work before starting the tedious project but someone must have slipped back in without him knowing.
"Hey, you can't walk through the lobby!" He called as he came around the corner. Jongup stopped in his tracks when he saw who the intruder was.
"I'm sorry. I-" Himchan swallowed, eyes darting nervously from side to side. "I came down to get my water from the lounge."
Jongup's throat felt like sandpaper and he wished he was the one with the bottle of water right now. This was the first time they had been in the same room together since the Christmas party and if anything Himchan looked even more attractive than he remembered him being. His usually stiff collar was unbuttoned to below his throat, exposing the soft skin that Jongup had slid his lips across only three months earlier. The black button-up shirt and slacks matched his hair and eyes perfectly so that the only other shade you could see was slight traces of milky white flesh.
"Day shift," Jongup croaked before he managed to clear his throat and try again. "You're supposed to be on day shift."
Himchan still refused to look him in the eyes. "Junhong messed the server up so I have to do a system backup. I have two more hours before it finishes."
He didn't know what messing up the server consisted of but Jongup would bet his next paycheck that it was no accident they both had things to do late in the library on this particular night. The only thing he didn't know was if he wanted to strangle or thank Junhong for throwing them together. Probably both. Time would tell.
"You can't come through here." Jongup waved his hand around the room when Himchan started to move forward. "I've already waxed half of the floor. You'll leave marks."
Himchan took another step towards him but stopped when Jongup took two of his own backwards as well. "Oh. Sorry. Okay. I'm sorry. Again." He tried to smile but Jongup was already turning back to his work and pretending to be completely engrossed in rubbing the rag across the floor in sharp, quick movements. "I'll… See you later."
It wasn't until the door clicked shut again that Jongup was able to release the tightness in his shoulders. If he had thought seeing Himchan would be easier after trying so hard to put him out of his mind then he was wrong, wrong, wrong. The Christmas party was merely the culmination of dying silently every time they crossed paths. The first time he had seen Himchan was on his third day of work and Junhong had been excitedly introducing him to all his favorite co-workers. They'd turned the corner and there stood the single most gorgeous face Jongup had ever been lucky enough to gaze upon. The corner of his heart-shaped lips had curled up only slightly as Junhong told them each other's names. Kim Himchan. Head librarian in the classics section. He'd held an armful of heavy books, each covered in a thin layer of dust, and Jongup had smiled as he had tried to keep them balanced in his arms.
"Himchan just started here in April," Junhong explained when he mistook the dumbfound expression on Jongup's face for one of confusion. "He's pretty shy so we're trying hard to break him out of it."
"He keeps trying to take me out to a bar and pour drinks down my throat," The voice that came out of that pretty face gave a jolt to Jongup's system. He hadn't expected the gravely tone and it made his attraction shoot up another notch. "I'm not much of a drinker." He bit down nervously on his bottom lip, eyes still locked onto Jongup's own glazed ones. "It's nice to meet you, Jongup."
The whoosh of air he let out finally clued Junhong in on why he'd been so silent during the entire exchange.
"Oh god," His eyes slid between the retreating form of Himchan and Jongup's needy expression. "You want to bang the new librarian. I thought you were into girls this week."
"I changed my mind." Jongup bit down hard onto his tongue as Himchan turned his head once right before he pushed open his door. His half-smile finally erupted into a larger grin, eyes crinkling and teeth exposed. Jongup felt like he'd been slammed with an invisible fist. "I'm not into anything that's not him from now on."
Junhong hung his head in his hands and groaned. "Himchan's so timid though. It will take years to get him to open up to you. Couldn't you have picked someone at least slightly more social? Like Yongguk?"
The head librarian of the nonfiction section was so serious that his forehead had a permanent crinkle in it but Jongup had heard that he loosened up a lot when the staff took their monthly bar crawl together. Before Jongup had even started working at the library he had already learned that when you shoved a little bit of tequila into Yongguk's vision he became handsy. He'd also discovered from a reliable source that his tongue was a lot less rigid than his normal scowl made it seem. Junhong would kill him if that was let out though.
"Yongguk's too skinny for me. And mean." He knew he'd be interested in Himchan no matter what but he loved the curves of his ass as he walked away and he was 97% positive his thighs would shake as Jongup ripped his expensive slacks down his legs. That turned him on almost as much as imagining what would happen next. "Is he into boys?"
"From the way he was eye-fucking you I'm pretty sure he's willing to give it a try," Junhong replied dryly. "Just don't push it. It was hard for them to find someone willing to take over the classics section and if you sleep with the librarian and then break his heart I'll be the one forced to work his opening shift."
Jongup had zero desire to hurt anyone but he had to admit it was too early to decide if this was something he wanted to pursue. Maybe Himchan was hiding a disgusting personality under his amazing body.
"I won't try anything," He promised. "If Himchan is interested then he can be the one to speak up."
"Fat chance," The snort Junhong gave turned into full blown laughter. "It took him three weeks just to say hello to me in the hallway. Good luck trying to break into that."
---
The floor was so beautiful that you could see yourself in the shine coming through the marble windows. Jongup watched the reflection of the three floors in the amber glow for a few moments, wishing he was on the other side of the library so he could enjoy the view better.
Unfortunately he had done the one thing he had worked so hard to prevent. Himchan's unexpected arrival had not only flustered him, it had made every plan he'd thought up just fly completely out the door.
He was stuck between a newly waxed floor and a hard place. Literally. Again. The employee door was behind him and in front lay a slick floor that he wouldn't be allowed to cross for at least two hours. The doors automatically locked after everyone left and he had been so sure of his plan to not back himself into a corner that he had left his keys in his locker down in the basement. So unless he was willing to beat on the door and hope Himchan heard him then he was stuck again for the long-haul.
"You're a fuckup, Moon Jongup," He cursed as he stretched himself out on the small square of carpet surrounding the door, arm thrown over his face. As much as he loved working at night so that he could watch the play of light coming through the incredible windows he wasn't much in the mood for it after his giant blunder. There wasn't anything else he could do now besides wait and relax. Maybe Himchan would be gone by the time he was able to get back to work. Surely a backup didn't take all night.
The click of the door behind him made him groan into the crook of his elbow. Was there some demigod somewhere who was doing this just to torture him?
"Are you taking a break? In the floor?"
He peeked under his arm just enough to get a good view of Himchan standing over him, forehead wrinkled in concern. "I'm the idiot who doesn't pay attention to where he's working. Now I have to wait for it to dry. So don't shut," The door fell behind Himchan with a loud bang. "The door."
Himchan's lips parted as he realized what he'd done. "I left my keys on the desk," He realized with growing horror. "I was in a hurry to get out of there and forgot them."
In a rush to leave so they didn't cross paths again. Jongup understood that. Now they were at a loss at what to do, the carpet barely large enough for Jongup to stretch out on and he was several inches shorter than the other. Another thing that turned him on. Jongup wasn't sure if there was a single thing about Himchan that didn't turn him on to be honest.
"Looks like you're stuck with me," He calmly informed the still standing man. "There's about an hour and a half left until we can risk checking the floor."
"I don't feel comfortable with that," Himchan replied quickly, clutching his bag to his chest. "Can't we force the door open or something?"
If he was trying to hurt Jongup's feelings again then he had succeeded. Not only was kissing him a mistake but now Himchan couldn't even stand to sit next to him for the next two hours.
"No," Jongup sat up to scoot to the furthest end of the carpet so that Himchan wouldn't be soiled by accidently touching his dirty skin. "Not unless you want the alarms to go off."
He couldn't see Himchan's face but he heard a small sigh just before the sound of shuffling hit his ears. Long legs stretched out in the corner of his eyesight as Himchan settled down mere inches away from him.
The fading scent of cologne invaded his nose and it brought Jongup back to the fateful night where he thought he'd finally gotten what he wanted but had lost it in mere minutes.
---
The more that Junhong tried to hand plastic cups of beer to him the more Himchan stiffened and clenched his arms tight in the seat next to him. Junhong had forced them into the same bench as soon as Jongup had arrived to the library basement where they always held their seasonal parties. They'd barely spoken past whispered greetings and Jongup felt sorry for how out of place Himchan looked. He clearly didn't want to be there and Jongup didn't blame him. It was only an hour into the party and at least three people were verging on tipsy in the small meeting room. Junhong had clearly partaken in the drinks before everyone else arrived and Yongguk had brought his own bottle of favorite tequila so after a few shots he was already bleary-eyed with a grin that looked glued on.
"Someone's going to have to carry Yongguk home," He accidentally said out loud.
"Probably Daehyun," Himchan replied softly. When Jongup's head lifted to look at him curiously he chuckled and pointed across the room. Their romance section librarian was currently eyeing Yongguk with too much interest to blame on the half-full cup of beer in his hands. "He's been into Yongguk for a long time."
Gossip was something he never expected from Himchan and it amused him. "How can you tell?"
Himchan shrugged a shoulder as he leaned in conspiratorially. Dark and heady cologne invaded Jongup's space and he moved even closer just to get another sniff of it. "When you stay out of the way everyone forgets you're there. I've noticed Daehyun watching from around the door of his office every time Yongguk comes into the hallway. Then he finds silly excuses to ask him questions."
"I didn't even know Daehyun was gay," Jongup said it as casually as possible to try and gauge Himchan's reaction.
"You'd be surprised at who all is gay," Himchan didn't look at him as he replied but Jongup could see the nervous tic of his jaw as he rolled it back and forth.
Junhong fell into their field of vision, knees on the ground and two cups of beer sloshing over his wrists. "Seriously you two. Everyone's saying you're killing the mood over here. At least hold the beers so everyone else thinks you're having fun."
Before he had finished speaking Himchan had already grabbed one of the drinks and downed it in one long pull. Junhong watched him with wide eyes, blindly pushing the other beer into Jongup's chest.
"This is going to be awesome," Junhong breathed, turning to give his best friend a cat that ate the canary grin. "Have fun, Jonguppie."
As Junhong rejoined the large crowd in the middle of the room they sipped their drinks in slightly less awkward silence for a few moments.
"You and Junhong seem close," Himchan finally offered as way of conversation. He snagged a new beer off the table behind them.
"We used to be roommates before he graduated college. He's the reason I got this job."
Himchan's arm dropped between them and pressed against Jongup. With anyone else he would have discreetly scooted away but with Himchan his body stayed ramrod straight. This was the first time their skin had touched and it embarrassed Jongup how quickly his heart raced because of it.
"I don't like to drink in public," Himchan admitted with a small laugh. "I get sloppy drunk pretty easily."
Jongup wondered for a moment how best to phrase that he wanted Himchan sloppy drunk. That he'd fantasized about him being sloppy drunk. That the anticipation of him being sloppy drunk made Jongup's blood thicken and his heart pound.
"I'd walk you home. If you did. Get drunk, I mean." He took a sip of his beer before he turned towards Himchan. The cat-like black eyes were zeroed in on him with a serious expression that was only slightly ruined by the slight sway of Himchan's body.
"Okay," The second drink was finished just as quickly as the first and Himchan raised two fingers in the air when Junhong glanced back at them. "Let's get this party started then."
---
The night had dragged on for hours before Jongup was able to convince Junhong that Himchan needed to be taken home. He'd just started to climb onto the dessert table while yelling at Junhong to turn on a good song to dance to when Jongup managed to move him towards the door.
"The library looks beautiful at night," Himchan's soft voice broke him out of his Christmas party daydream. "It looks pretty in the daytime too but I like the moonlight shining through the windows better than the sun."
Jongup had already noticed the way the moon's light shone through the marble windows, leaving streaks of amber across Himchan's fair skin. He had noticed and filed it away for later. If he paid too much attention to it right now he might not make it the rest of their time together.
"The whole reason I wanted to be a librarian was because of those windows," Himchan continued, not noticing or caring that Jongup was still silent beside him. "I came here a lot when I was younger and always loved them." He sighed, turning his head to fully look at Jongup. "It's been a long day and I'm tired. Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room or just ignore it?"
"I'm okay with ignoring it," Jongup answered quickly. "There's nowhere for you to run this time anyways."
Himchan toyed with the cuff in his shirt, silent as he took in Jongup's annoyance. It took a few seconds for him to stop fidgeting and lift his head. "I was drunk, Jongup."
"Not a good excuse," Jongup steeled himself for the answer that he knew would break him apart even more than Himchan already had. "What is it that made you so ashamed? That I'm a man? That I work as a janitor? That I'm ugly?"
"What?" Himchan spun his head to look at him in bewilderment. "What are you talking about? Why would I be ashamed of you?"
Jongup chewed on the inside of his cheek and hated how flustered he felt having Himchan's eyes on him. "You kissed me and then looked like you swallowed a dead animal. What exactly was I supposed to think?"
"That I was drunk," Himchan's voice was low and angry and so, so attractive as he answered. "That I was embarrassed of myself and that I didn't want you to think I was an idiot? I couldn't go to work on Monday because I felt like such a creep. And then you go and switch shifts?" He was breathing heavy by this point, finger aimed at Jongup's chest and lips tight. "You were the one who was ashamed."
He wanted to rip Himchan's finger off of his arm and shove it right into his eyeball. "I think my tongue down your throat made my feelings perfectly clear," He deadpanned, feeling his jaw clench. "I was just as drunk as you so why are you making yourself out to be the bad guy? What happened between us was mutual and you fucking knew it."
"I knew you looked at me," Himchan argued, voice growing louder in the empty lobby. "I knew you were shy when I came near you. But that was all you gave me. You never once sought me out to talk or gave me a single hint that you were okay with what happened."
Jongup was tired of arguing and he was even more sick of watching Himchan's lips move without his own attached to them. So he did the only thing he could think of and shut him up.
Himchan surprised him by replying with just as much force against Jongup's lips. He had expected Himchan to look at him with the familiar horror in his eyes not shove him against the door so that he could jump expertly forward to straddle his lap and growl Jongup's name against his mouth.
"I thought you were shy," Jongup panted into Himchan's hair as the older man ground his ass down over him. He let Himchan dominate for the moment because he loved the way being in charge turned Himchan's cheeks red and furrowed his brows. "I thought you hated me."
"I am," Himchan dropped his head to the side and moaned when Jongup started bucking up towards him. "And I don’t." His bottom lip was sucked tightly between his teeth just begging for Jongup to tug it out and lave his tongue across it. "You're best friends with Junhong."
The random comment surprised him but Jongup wasn't about to stop Himchan from rubbing across every spare inch of his lap while kissing sloppily across his jaw. "Yeah?"
"So I thought that meant you were mouthy," The lips sliding back and forth across his flushed skin pulled away leaving Jongup breathless and wanting more. "I thought you would say something to me if you felt the same way I did. But you didn't, not even when I threw myself at you. I felt like an idiot afterwards."
Jongup switched their positions and frowned. He looked at the man lying below him and wondered how anyone could ever think he was less than perfect. "Himchan…" His lips parted and he couldn't even think up a way to explain how he felt towards him. "I'm sorry."
He found Himchan's lips again, tongue sliding slow across the seam of Himchan's mouth until he opened for him. Kissing him as deeply as possible would never make up for the months they had lost out on but Jongup poured everything he had into the kiss anyway.
Himchan quickly relaxed against him as Jongup tugged out the shirt that Himchan had tucked into his pants. His palm slid warmly across the smooth skin of Himchan's hip and he grinned into the kiss when he heard the gasp of pleasure his touched caused.
"Do they have cameras on overnight?" Himchan closed his eyes as Jongup slowly unbuttoned his shirt, lips pressing against every uncovered inch of skin he discovered. "Will anyone see this?"
"I turn them off when I start working." He'd made it all the way to the last button, right where Himchan's stomach was clenched from nervousness. "Junhong used to hack into the security feed and pretend to by a psychopath watching me work." Himchan let out a bark of laughter, body going more relaxed as Jongup distracted him with jokes. "Once he blocked his number and texted me pictures of myself cleaning. When I called the police he got scared and called me crying because he thought he would be arrested." Jongup had already pushed his shirt to the side and undone the button of his pants before Himchan had stopped laughing.
The sudden grip on his wrist stopped him cold and he looked at Himchan in confusion.
"You too," Himchan motioned towards him. "You're wearing too many layers for me to undress you."
Jongup looked down before realizing what Himchan meant. He had an old jacket on over his regular cover-all's just in case he got the wax on himself. There was no way for Himchan to help remove all of his clothes.
He removed the jacket in a hurry, fingers fumbling with the straps of his cover-all's and trying to get them undone before Himchan changed his mind and tried to run again.
"Hey," Hands slipped across his shoulders and down his arms, stopping the frantic movements. "No hurry. We've got about an hour left here, right?"
Forty-seven minutes if he went by the clock behind the desk but he'd fully planned to spend twice that amount of time just touching Himchan. He wanted his fingertips to acquaint themselves with every sliver of skin and his palms to grip anywhere that he thought was squeezable.
"What would have happened if you hadn't of ran away," Jongup asked, finally managing to unclasp the buttons of his straps and yanking his shirt over his head. Who cared if he threw it on the damp floor and messed it up? At this point a wild animal could have strolled by and he wouldn't even notice. "Would you have let me inside your house?"
Himchan sat up on his elbows to get closer to the expanse of bare skin above him. His lips were soft against Jongup's collarbones.
"Perhaps. Why? Is that a hint?"
When Himchan lied back against the floor his eyes were sleepy. The light through the windows was still hitting his pale skin in splashes of color. Jongup wished for the tenth time that night that he had a phone but this time it wouldn't be to call for help it would be to preserve the image of Himchan being doused with moonlight.
"No. Maybe."
Himchan's grin was brighter than the light coming in through the windows. He tugged Jongup back to his chest and wrapped snug arms around his shoulders to hold him still.
"So what do I have to do to convince you to risk walking across the floor before it's finished?"
---
Tell Jae that I want to be switched back to day shift on the next schedule.
He shot a text off to Junhong while Himchan was in the bathroom. There wouldn't be time or energy for texting when Himchan came back into his bedroom, Jongup was relatively certain of that.
It's three in the morning you asshole. Tell him yourself.
Junhong grumpy reply made him laugh and he almost felt guilty for waking his best friend up so early in the morning.
Wait why??
Did you and Himchan talk????
Are you two together right now?
Jongup!!
The replies piled up on his phone but he didn't notice until he stumbled out of bed later that morning, hair unkempt and eyes puffy. The only thing on him that didn't look exhausted was the wide grin as he glanced over at the larger lump on the other side of the bed.
He really should thank Junhong, he mused, carefully pulling the covers tighter around them when he came back from getting a drink of water. Himchan's body was so warm under the sheets and soft as he slid in tight against him and there was a 95% chance he was going to call the both of them in sick on Monday. He might even buy Junhong a present, he decided.
You should probably sanitize your desk.
But first he was going to get back at him just a little bit.
A/N *mentally adding a BangDae sequel to this to my list of fics I really want to write :D*