Not A Day Off (Part 1)
Title: Not A Day Off
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Jongin, one-sided!Suho/Jongin
Rating; PG-13 for strong language…very strong language. Possible grammatical errors
Summary: Jongin’s a body guard with EXO-Securities. He had the day off. Key word here is had, and now he’s pissed.
A/N: Based loosely off this pic and daisychick_22’s comment.
“You’ve got to be shitin’ me,” Jongin groans as he sat up in bed.
“Nope,” Kyungsoo smirks happily, “Sehun has the flu; bad; and the boss says their paying last minute dues. So pack up; we’re going to Taiwan!” The blinding sun light shoots through the room as the shorter male opens the drapes.
“I’ll fix you something decent while you shower. Move it,” he commands with a shove, forcing his impromptu partner to his feet.
“There’s like a million other people scheduled to work today, how did I get picked on my day off,” Jongin ask angrily.
Kyungsoo smiles, eyes shinning, “he remembered you.”
Jongin glared at the retreating back, “Dude, it’s five in the morning; how the hell would that answer make any sense to me??” Kyungsoo laughed in the kitchen and yelled.
“Does love sick puppy ring any bells?”
Jongin stops, mind instantly turning on.
“Oh fuck no.”
_____________
“Is this punishment for doing my job,” he almost hissed into his cell phone. His boss laughs, and so did Kyungsoo. Jongin had never been so tempted to throw himself out of the passenger door in his life.
“No and yes.”
“Can someone please make sense this morning,” Jongin groaned.
“You saved his life, or course he’d ask for you again and I do apologize for pulling you from your day off.”
“Uh-huh, yeah.”
“Have fun,” he boss sang before hanging up. It was hard for him not to sigh.
“Cheer up, will you,” Kyungsoo chuckled as he pulled onto the highway, “you said you wanted to go overseas this year.”
“Yeah, but on my own time, not when I’d have to babysit,” Jongin pated his pockets and couldn’t understand why he couldn’t find his smokes.
“He’s allergic, remember.”
“Ugh, I’m about to go crazy,” he runs a hair threw his hair
“Save it for my room tonight why don’t you,” Kyungsoo winked. Jongin blinked out the window, too mad and annoyed to see if the statement was valid.
___________
Jongin downed two five hour energy drinks and a coke before they pulled up to SME’s parking garage.
“They’ll be dropping us off and there will be a car waiting to pick us up when we land; oh,” Kyungsoo snapped his fingers, “I took the liberty of leaving your ear plugs at home. We don’t want him getting all sad because you’re all ‘closed off’ and shit.”
“I hate you. I really, really hate you,” Jongin growled throwing open the car door.
His partner shrugged, “It makes for a better fuck.”
“Like you’re going to get some,” Jongin huffed stepping into the elevator.
“Oh, please,” the other laughed, “for the next 72 hours you will be dazzled by the most talkative, smiley face man on earth. If you can handle that without my ass, you deserve an award.”
Jongin shook his head but said nothing on the way up. Kyungsoo stuck his hand in his pockets once they were on the 15th floor. Jongin stared straight ahead; not bothering to nod to the secretaries eyeing them.
“Kai! D.O.! You made it!”
“Mr. Byun,” Kyungsoo bows, “it’s nice to see you again.”
“Yes, or course,” the smaller man smiled, handing the two their itineraries. “He’ll be out in a minute. The jet’s in the shop so he’s taking his dads, it’s a tad smaller but you all should fit comfortably. Your evening wear will be in the suite when you arrive and please make sure he’s on time-even if he starts talking crazy.”
“Got it.”
Mr Byun sighed, very much relived, “I know he’ll be safe in your hands,” he eyes running over the two, lingering on Jongin before leaving for his office.
“I take it he’s been talking about you, oh great Kai,” Kyungsoo said, looking over the schedule, “…I’m starting to think you two did-”
“D.O. really; what do you take me for,” Jongin whispered sharply. “How was I supposed to know he’d fall asleep on me? Those frail looking fingers have the grip of a dead man!”
“Okay; but I’m just saying, who tips a guy fifty thousand US dollars just for holding him through the night after crying into his arms and-”
“Kyung,” Jongin almost stomped his foot, but didn’t. He couldn’t have people seeing ‘Kai’ act out of character.
“Fine, but how about you stop being so moody.”
“How about you blow me,” he replies. Kyungsoo turns.
“O-“
“Sorry to keep you two waiting,” a voice says and the two guards stand a little straighter. Jongin had to squint so he wouldn’t get blinded again as Multibillionaire SUHO smiled at them.
“Good morning Junmyeon sshi,” Kyungsoo greets smoothly, leaving Jongin to wonder how much of their last conversations did he miss. The last time he talked to SUHO, the older man was crying about his near death experience and begging him to call him by his real name.
“Good morning to you too.”
SUHO looks over expectantly at Jongin; who’s fighting the urge to say I quit and run far, far away…
Then he thinks of the pay, his little brother’s medical bills, and the baby Yuri is swearing is his; then mentally sighs …
Kai gives his most heart breaking smile, “how have you been, Junmyeon-ah?”
SUHO smile gets ten times brighter as he squeaks out a fine.
“Let me just find my bag and we’ll be on our way,” SUHO narrows his eyes searching up and down the hall, “I know I left it around here some where-” he turns, heading back to the open door down the hall.
D.O. smirks as Kai leans against the wall.
SUHO’s talking about his new cactus his mother brought back from her trip to Vegas. Jongin wants to die.
It was going to be a very long 72 hours….
A/N: This is what happens when there is a slow day at work and my muse attaches itself to a idea. How was it for you?
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Jongin, one-sided!Suho/Jongin
Rating; PG-13 for strong language…very strong language. Possible grammatical errors
Summary: Jongin’s a body guard with EXO-Securities. He had the day off. Key word here is had, and now he’s pissed.
A/N: Based loosely off this pic and daisychick_22’s comment.
“You’ve got to be shitin’ me,” Jongin groans as he sat up in bed.
“Nope,” Kyungsoo smirks happily, “Sehun has the flu; bad; and the boss says their paying last minute dues. So pack up; we’re going to Taiwan!” The blinding sun light shoots through the room as the shorter male opens the drapes.
“I’ll fix you something decent while you shower. Move it,” he commands with a shove, forcing his impromptu partner to his feet.
“There’s like a million other people scheduled to work today, how did I get picked on my day off,” Jongin ask angrily.
Kyungsoo smiles, eyes shinning, “he remembered you.”
Jongin glared at the retreating back, “Dude, it’s five in the morning; how the hell would that answer make any sense to me??” Kyungsoo laughed in the kitchen and yelled.
“Does love sick puppy ring any bells?”
Jongin stops, mind instantly turning on.
“Oh fuck no.”
_____________
“Is this punishment for doing my job,” he almost hissed into his cell phone. His boss laughs, and so did Kyungsoo. Jongin had never been so tempted to throw himself out of the passenger door in his life.
“No and yes.”
“Can someone please make sense this morning,” Jongin groaned.
“You saved his life, or course he’d ask for you again and I do apologize for pulling you from your day off.”
“Uh-huh, yeah.”
“Have fun,” he boss sang before hanging up. It was hard for him not to sigh.
“Cheer up, will you,” Kyungsoo chuckled as he pulled onto the highway, “you said you wanted to go overseas this year.”
“Yeah, but on my own time, not when I’d have to babysit,” Jongin pated his pockets and couldn’t understand why he couldn’t find his smokes.
“He’s allergic, remember.”
“Ugh, I’m about to go crazy,” he runs a hair threw his hair
“Save it for my room tonight why don’t you,” Kyungsoo winked. Jongin blinked out the window, too mad and annoyed to see if the statement was valid.
___________
Jongin downed two five hour energy drinks and a coke before they pulled up to SME’s parking garage.
“They’ll be dropping us off and there will be a car waiting to pick us up when we land; oh,” Kyungsoo snapped his fingers, “I took the liberty of leaving your ear plugs at home. We don’t want him getting all sad because you’re all ‘closed off’ and shit.”
“I hate you. I really, really hate you,” Jongin growled throwing open the car door.
His partner shrugged, “It makes for a better fuck.”
“Like you’re going to get some,” Jongin huffed stepping into the elevator.
“Oh, please,” the other laughed, “for the next 72 hours you will be dazzled by the most talkative, smiley face man on earth. If you can handle that without my ass, you deserve an award.”
Jongin shook his head but said nothing on the way up. Kyungsoo stuck his hand in his pockets once they were on the 15th floor. Jongin stared straight ahead; not bothering to nod to the secretaries eyeing them.
“Kai! D.O.! You made it!”
“Mr. Byun,” Kyungsoo bows, “it’s nice to see you again.”
“Yes, or course,” the smaller man smiled, handing the two their itineraries. “He’ll be out in a minute. The jet’s in the shop so he’s taking his dads, it’s a tad smaller but you all should fit comfortably. Your evening wear will be in the suite when you arrive and please make sure he’s on time-even if he starts talking crazy.”
“Got it.”
Mr Byun sighed, very much relived, “I know he’ll be safe in your hands,” he eyes running over the two, lingering on Jongin before leaving for his office.
“I take it he’s been talking about you, oh great Kai,” Kyungsoo said, looking over the schedule, “…I’m starting to think you two did-”
“D.O. really; what do you take me for,” Jongin whispered sharply. “How was I supposed to know he’d fall asleep on me? Those frail looking fingers have the grip of a dead man!”
“Okay; but I’m just saying, who tips a guy fifty thousand US dollars just for holding him through the night after crying into his arms and-”
“Kyung,” Jongin almost stomped his foot, but didn’t. He couldn’t have people seeing ‘Kai’ act out of character.
“Fine, but how about you stop being so moody.”
“How about you blow me,” he replies. Kyungsoo turns.
“O-“
“Sorry to keep you two waiting,” a voice says and the two guards stand a little straighter. Jongin had to squint so he wouldn’t get blinded again as Multibillionaire SUHO smiled at them.
“Good morning Junmyeon sshi,” Kyungsoo greets smoothly, leaving Jongin to wonder how much of their last conversations did he miss. The last time he talked to SUHO, the older man was crying about his near death experience and begging him to call him by his real name.
“Good morning to you too.”
SUHO looks over expectantly at Jongin; who’s fighting the urge to say I quit and run far, far away…
Then he thinks of the pay, his little brother’s medical bills, and the baby Yuri is swearing is his; then mentally sighs …
Kai gives his most heart breaking smile, “how have you been, Junmyeon-ah?”
SUHO smile gets ten times brighter as he squeaks out a fine.
“Let me just find my bag and we’ll be on our way,” SUHO narrows his eyes searching up and down the hall, “I know I left it around here some where-” he turns, heading back to the open door down the hall.
D.O. smirks as Kai leans against the wall.
SUHO’s talking about his new cactus his mother brought back from her trip to Vegas. Jongin wants to die.
It was going to be a very long 72 hours….
A/N: This is what happens when there is a slow day at work and my muse attaches itself to a idea. How was it for you?