like a man who means business
title: like a man who means business
pairing: yoosu ♥
rating:PG-13 (slight R?)
au. comedy. fluff. yoochun is the president of a bank, junsu is an internal analyst. tvxqinsuits!
6475 words.
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Junsu isn’t so very sure of himself, that first time when he stands there in front of the big glass doors. It’s kind of surreal to be able to say, okay now you’re in new york big shot, don’t forget to breathe, but his mind keeps repeating. He doesn’t calm down before entering the waiting room.
There are all sorts of Koreans, Junsu has noticed. There are those slightly older, slightly more desperate for a job, probably with kids and wives and cars. There’s this thin girl with straight hair and a flat nose who looks like she’s just graduated. He is barely twenty-two, is just a nervous and jittery person in general and enjoys watching soccer on TV or gaming in his brother’s basement.
He doesn’t stand a chance.
Then again, one can say a lot about Park Yoochun and all of it would probably be true or soon to become truth. He is as unpredictable as the weather. He is also the genius son of a rich bank and possesses half of the stock market. He is young, dynamic, drinks his coffee black and sugarless and occasionally finds the need to come to work wearing flip-flops.
He makes all the ladies at the front desk swoon. It gets a little ridiculous on Valentine’s Day.
Word has it he does a lot of office work and still manages to visit all the lower floors to talk to people personally. He’s the kind of guy you wish your boss to be, the kind that posts you a happy birthday card on your birthday. He leans his elbows on surfaces and his chin on the back of his hand.
Above all other employees, Yoochun has this flaming homosexual receptionist; jae for close friends and colleagues; this is the office of park yoochun, president of park banking, how can I be of service for others.
He dots his i's with hearts and draws suggestive stick figures in sidelines. Yoochun thinks he’s the world’s biggest genius.
So this Jaejoong receptionist guy isn’t making it all that much easier for Junsu to relax. He appears every now and then to open the door to Yoochun’s office and lets out a defeated student. He rolls his eyes and drones; “next?” and every single time his gaze meets Junsu’s.
Somewhere in between candidates, Yoochun and Jaejoong have A Conversation.
“There’s this lady with a wig. She was trying to look like a- I don’t know, pre-op Mariah Carey? And this guy with hair like Ricky Martin. There’s also this really nervous kid with a cheap suit and a PSP,” Jaejoong sums up in hardly two breaths and looks at Yoochun expectantly.
Yoochun leans back further in his comfortable leather chair and lets out a huge sigh. He stares up at the ceiling some and then slowly sits up again to sip at his coffee. He looks up at Jaejoong half-way through the process; “So, what was he playing?”
“Crisis Core,” Jaejoong pops his bubblegum and chews on it loudly.
“Tell the others to leave.”
Junsu’s not so sure how he suddenly has a job, an important one, in one of the biggest skyscrapers in New York City. He is up on floor 51 and considering there are 54, he feels pretty awesome.
He hasn’t met his boss yet, but seeing as the guy has sent home everybody else without so much as an apology, he wonders if the man assumes something special about him. Whilst on the elevator, he thinks about what is in his resume again.
A choir of little angels sings at the sight of the luxurious office space he apparently shares with two other people. The desks are made of expensive-looking polished pine, there are odd glass drawers on wheels and there are huge plants in every corner. The view is so amazing, Junsu doesn’t even hear someone enter.
“Uhm, you must be the new guy, Kim Junsu, right? You worked for Lee inc. before, right? I am your supervisor, Mr. Shim, and I will hand you your tasks every day, so please be sure to check with me if there is any work, okay?” Changmin doesn’t like it when people don’t understand him and the way things go around this office; according to him. Although he is not the official head of the department, he is undoubtedly the one doing all the work.
Junsu is a little freaked out by the young face and the long hair and Changmin’s height certainly cannot be overlooked either, so he just stares dumbly at the other for a moment or two. His mouth hangs open a little. “Right. Okay. Yes, I’m Kim Junsu. Nice meeting you, Mr. Shim,” he says a little too enthusiastically.
Changmin’s eyebrow twitches.
“Oh my goodness, what are you doing to that poor guy so early in the morning,” another handsome guy comes walking in, rocking the suit casually. Junsu imagines the man standing in front of the mirror in the morning, trying to make his tie look casual. He tries to hold back some giggles.
“My name is Yunho, I’m the head of this department. Any file transfer or communication with other departments goes through me. This guy here is Changmin,” he flashes a pearly white grin at the younger man, dumping a stack of papers on his desk.
“Nice to meet you,” Junsu finally feels himself relax. “Great.”
During lunch time, Jaejoong pretends he doesn’t see Junsu at first when he sits down at a table, but glances to his right a little too often to work the act. Also, he tries taking pictures of Junsu with his cell phone and the digitalized click sound effect can be heard with every shot.
So Junsu decides to be like, “Hey, you’re the receptionist, right?” and suddenly Jaejoong is sitting at his table, twirling his spaghetti with a fork and talking with wild gestures.
Jaejoong has long decided that Junsu has a lot of potential, somewhere under his oversized suit and dorky lunch box. The guy is funny and talks fast about the things he likes with a lot of excitement. Jaejoong likes excitement.
Office parties are the worst things that can happen to a young, well-established company’s internal communication. With the consumption of alcohol, misunderstandings are inevitable.
Yoochun bumps into Junsu at the booze table. It’s Salsa Night and Junsu awkwardly reaches for a tequila cocktail. It nearly ends up spilling over Yoochun’s v-neck shirt. Both men take considerate steps back to avoid further conflict.
“I’m sorry, didn’t see you there,” Yoochun smiles slowly and runs a hand through his longish curly black hair. “I wonder why though, look at you. Nice shirt.”
Junsu stares down at his shirt. It’s an old Battlestar Galactica shirt with slightly faded printing. He wasn’t really too sure what Jaejoong meant when he said ‘casual’. Apparently this isn’t it. “Uhm,” he says, “nice shirt yourself? I didn’t really know what to wear. I’m new here and I might be hanging out with the wrong people,” he confesses with an apologetic grin.
The other man laughs and takes a glass of alcohol off the table as well. His one has a bright green straw in it. “You’re new, huh? And already hanging out with the wrong people, that’s a little bold,” he chuckles and sucks on the straw. Junsu notices the man is wearing sandals. “I love Battlestar Galactica. Is that a ring from Final Fantasy, by the way?”
There are two arms waving madly over the crowd drawing Junsu’s attention and he barely is able to make out it is Yunho, because a rather well-endowed young lady is blocking his view. “Oh. I’m very sorry, someone is calling me over, so-“
The other man is still smiling. “I’ll see you around.”
They go out for karaoke, the four of them; a slightly intoxicated Jaejoong, an energetic Yunho offering random phrases throughout the singing and an eager Changmin, suddenly talkative and less say anything again and I’ll penetrate your eyeball with something sharp about stuff. Junsu himself is feeling quite giggly, not sure if it’s the alcohol (it is).
“You~” Jaejoong sings into the microphone, standing up and pointing at Junsu over the table. “You were talking with the boss earlier,” his score is up on the screen, but he’s not looking at it. He takes any chance at a moment of enhanced voice-messaging.
Changmin and Yunho look at Junsu in mild shock and with familiar grins. It’s a little creepy.
Jaejoong makes a dramatic pose and holds out the second microphone to Junsu. “What have you to say to this, nerdy newcomer, bringer of Mario Kart tournaments during lunch break?”
“I didn’t know he was the boss!” Junsu exclaims, holding up his hands in front of his chest. He remembers the guy clearly - long hair, smooth voice, expensive jewelry and Baileys. He feels his cheeks become a little rosy in color and thinks it’s the alcohol (it might be the memory of the v-neck t-shirt).
“Chunnie must have a new favorite,” Jaejoong says suddenly, sitting down and handing over the microphone to Yunho, who is eagerly flipping through the song booklet. “He specifically wanted Junsu for the job. He must be wanting new company.”
Somewhere to his left, Changmin groans. “Can hardly blame him. You’re the only person around him during office hours. That’s got to do something to a healthy man’s brains.”
Junsu’s eyes grow large. Jaejoong hits Changmin in the chest, Changmin hits Jaejoong over the head and they somehow end up making weird noises and faces at each other. Yunho sings his heart out like it’s going my way.
Needless to say, Yoochun and Junsu hit off pretty well.
The problem about getting friendly with your boss is that traditionally speaking, in an Asian hierarchical company, it’s kind of a no-go. Anything social between office workers of different floors happens behind the scene, so a friendly conversation between the president and an internal analyst slash audit employee would be the talk of the century.
“Hey,” Yoochun says one day when Junsu is at the copy machine just outside his office. Five girls are watching them and a pair of guys have stopped talking to listen in.
Junsu fidgets with the papers. “Mr. Park,” he says, bowing his head.
Yoochun leans against the copy machine and shakes his head. “I told you to call me Yoochun. I’ve been having this conversation with Changmin for years, I don’t think I can handle a second try. Plus, I totally nicked your Star Wars coffee cup from the canteen, if you were wondering.”
Junsu blinks and then catches on. “I had been looking for that,” he says slowly, frowning some in confusion. “My own boss, a thief? I might have to send an internal memo about this,” he tries to look convincingly serious.
“All odds are against you, I am the president and my word is final. I’ll give it back after my second cup of coffee, I just wanted to drink out of Obi-Wan’s head. I saw you have a Darth Vader one too,” he takes out the new copies and hands them to Junsu.
“It’s yours to try out whenever,” Junsu laughs softly, checking the papers for order. He feels a little self-conscious, all of the sudden.
“Right-o then,” Yoochun pushes himself away from the machine and salutes the other. “See you around later, tell Yunho he owes me five bucks.”
Junsu keeps on staring at Yoochun until he’s round the corner and then carries the copies back to his desk. He can hear people talking about him as he sits down on his chair. There might be something wrong with him.
Apparently, everybody Junsu knows in the office (except for Mara, the big-eyed underweight lady sitting at the front desk on week days) is good friends with Yoochun. In fact, Junsu isn’t so sure the term ‘good friends’ suffices, with the way Yunho and Yoochun are walking with their arms hooked around each other’s shoulders.
“Ka-ra? O-ke?” Jaejoong calls back over his shoulder, making a cute pose. Junsu has no idea why the man is miles ahead of them, but something tells him Jaejoong likes to take the lead when it comes to social gatherings.
Junsu hasn’t spoken a word to Yoochun all evening. He isn’t really good at office parties, it seems. For some reason he always ends up in a corner with a nervous greasy-haired intern, talking about the pros and cons of Excel.
Jaejoong kidnaps him before they run out of Microsoft Office-related topics and an hour later they are all sitting around a table, watching the karaoke screen intently whilst Yunho sings Bon Jovi.
“Hey,” Yoochun suddenly turns his head and presses his shoulder against Junsu’s softly. Junsu looks at him with slightly surprised eyes, but nevertheless returns the smile with a grin. It’s pretty warm and cozy, the karaoke place.
“Hey, Yoochun,” he tries, because he’s never really said Yoochun before. It could be the alcohol (it is).
Yoochun smiles some more. It’s kind of addictive. “Will you be so kind to help me in getting Changmin to look this way? He has a a smudge on his face from where Mara kissed him and I kind of want to capture it on camera for it to live on the internet forever and ever,” he suggests in a semi-whisper and with a twinkle in his eye.
Junsu is sold.
Jaejoong is pretty fast when it comes to these things. He barges into Yoochun’s office at exactly nine, a bag of fresh croissants and two paper cups of Starbucks in his arms. Yoochun should’ve seen this coming, but probably was distracted by his hangover that morning.
“So,” Jaejoong says, a huge smile on his face to match his huge eyes and his head, which is nodding up and down. “So. That, I saw that,” he places a cup on Yoochun’s desk and tosses him a bag of croissants. As he opens his own, he looks at the other expectantly.
“So what do you want me to say?” Yoochun retorts, sniffing the coffee and taking the plastic lid off.
Jaejoong looks slightly scandalized. “Well? What happened? I mean, not that I wasn’t looking all the time, it’s just that, you know,” he expects Yoochun to tell him, as in the full story; is it love at first sight, are they compatible, does he think junsu’s butt is cute - things like that.
“I didn’t even know, okay?” Yoochun mumbles, eyes half-lidded as he takes his first sip of caffeine. He shivers. “First time I saw him I thought he was some friendly intern. Then he introduced himself,” he pauses to take another sip, “turns out he’s the guy I hired for his game choice. Turns out he’s pretty funny,” he shrugs his shoulders and reaches the movement into a stretch.
“And then you realized his butt is pretty cute.”
Yoochun tries to raise an eyebrow, now that his eyes are open. After a couple of attempts he gives in and admits defeat with an exaggerated sigh. “I thought about kissing him yesterday at the karaoke room, but then I thought that maybe it was still a little too early for things like that. And then I drank too much and passed out on my couch, somehow. Thanks for the ride, by the way.”
Smiling smugly, Jaejoong takes a bite out of his croissant. “That wasn’t me, that was the cab driver. And Yunho paid for it and he said, haha now he owes me money so now you owe him money.”
Yoochun sends Jaejoong a desperate PM after lunch, after he’s seen Junsu walk by with some papers and a silly smile.
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Junsu is a little confused that day. He’s supposed to be working on something important, because Changmin underlined the title of the document on his desk with angry red, but for some reason he’s not doing much other than chewing on the back of his pencil. He’s pretty sure he’ll die from lead poisoning before he’s read through the whole thing.
“You’re not working,” Yunho says, an hour or so later. He’s carrying around a man purse and a stapler.
“I know. Neither are you,” Junsu retorts, sitting up a little straighter and eyeing the other.
Yunho’s whistling a familiar tune and hands him the stapler.“True. Here. Bring this to the big boss. He forgot to take this back up after lunch.”
Shoving the document aside, Junsu frowns. “I’m not supposed to ask why you can’t do this yourself, am I?”
Yunho grins. “You’re finally getting the hang of how things work around here. I’m so proud.”
“Oh my god, what are you doing here,” Jaejoong gestures wildly for Junsu to come over from behind his desk. He almost knocks over his coffee. “What are you doing here?” he asks again.
Junsu is not sure if Jaejoong is panicking or just excited to see him. He opts for laughing widely and holds up the stapler stupidly. “Stapler. Yunho told me to bring it up,” he answers lamely, drumming the fingers of his free hand on the surface of Jaejoong’s desk.
Jaejoong swats at his fingers. “Right. I’m sure Yoochun’s really happy to see his stapler has returned. Go on, then.”
Junsu frowns, but nevertheless walks up to the president’s office. Before he opens the door, he turns around to look at Jaejoong again, who is now rapidly typing something up. “Why did you empathize the word stapler?” he wonders absentmindedly.
Jaejoong looks up at him and stays silent. Junsu fidgets some. Jaejoong is still staring. “Why are you still here?”
Junsu quickly knocks on Yoochun’s door.
“Come in,” Yoochun calls, quickly shoving the comic book he has been reading into a drawer. He takes his feet off his desk and smoothes out the wrinkles in his blouse. There are croissant crumbs on his lap; he pushes himself off his seat some and shakes his lower body gawkily to get them off.
Junsu enters silently, feeling the corners of his mouth nervously curl upwards. His hands are sweaty. “Hey, uhm, sorry for interrupting,” because even though he knows better, he still assumes that Yoochun is in fact doing important things, one way or another.
Yoochun is slightly surprised seeing Junsu. He makes a mental note to subtract some numbers off Jaejoong’s upcoming paycheck. “Hi,” he manages to say smoothly, elbows coming to rest on his desk. He sits his chin on his hands. “What brings you here?”
Maybe he shouldn’t blush. Junsu tries his best not to show any uncomfortable behavior towards the other man, his boss. He places the stapler in front of Yoochun; there’s a sweaty imprint of where his hand had been. great. “Stapler,” he meets the other’s eyes.
Blinking, Yoochun looks away from the other for a moment or two to look at the stapler. It’s quite obviously not his; there’s even a tiny sticker on the side saying property of shim changmin, but he decides not to comment on it. “Wow, okay, thank you!” he sounds a little too enthusiastic and looks Junsu in the eyes again.
Junsu moves his weight to his other foot and keeps standing there. “Uhm. You’re welcome.”
Yoochun nods, stares some more and then, as he tries to sit up and lean back, almost knocks over his coffee. He coughs to cover up his embarrassment and gestures towards the empty chair opposite of him. “Go and have a seat, I won’t tell your boss you’re not working,” he winks.
Junsu decides not to say but you are my boss, technically speaking, and just sits down. “You and uh, you and Jaejoong seem to have a thing for knocking things over. Almost. Almost knocking things over. Coffee, mostly,” he ends up saying.
Yoochun nods again. “Accident-prone, very much so. I once knocked over a Ming-dynasty vase.”
“Really now,” Junsu tries to sound as interested as possible, but he is somewhat distracted by the other man’s blouse and how far it’s hanging open and all. Maybe he’s staring. He quickly looks up at Yoochun’s face again.
“Would you like to go out with me?” Yoochun asks, biting on the inside of his cheek. He’s only just noticed there’s something really exotic about Junsu’s facial structure. He kind of wants to see him do the limbo.
Junsu stares. “Err, romantically?” he wonders stupidly. He mentally kicks himself.
“Sure, I mean. I can be pretty romantic and all, I guess.”
There’s an awkward silence. Yoochun knocks over his pencil holder trying to nonchalantly lean on his desk again.
“Right. Uhm,” Junsu slowly lifts himself out of his chair. He’s already at the door before he realizes he hasn’t really responded to Yoochun’s question. He turns around quickly and catches Yoochun checking out his backside. He hesitates. “I’d love to. Go out, I mean. Romantically.”
He flees out the office and forgets to say bye to Jaejoong.
The worst thing about everybody knowing is that Junsu doesn’t know everyone and it kind of messes up his characteristic way of saying hello to everyone who he vaguely seems to remember and who grants him a glance or two. With the entire building staring at him (- even John, that creepy unsocial IT department intern-) Junsu contemplates writing hello on his forehead with black marker.
Of course, Jaejoong is faster.
“I always knew there was something about you,” the receptionist saunters into the copy room, eyes burning a hole in the back of Junsu’s head. “No straight man has an ass like that. Or a voice, just saying.”
Junsu turns around slowly, hoping strongly he’ll blend in with the grey surroundings so Jaejoong will stop talking. “Ha ha,” he laughs nervously.
“Oh stop making such a scandal out of it. Obviously this is a good thing. Yoochun’s been pining over dead porn actors for far too many decades. It’s about time he gets some action. Romantically,” Jaejoong laughs loudly, clutching his stomach.
“I’m never going to survive this one,” Junsu exclaims, leaning his back against the wall and closing his eyes for a moment. “I should’ve known it was a set-up. I’m not as stupid as I let on,” he tries to glare at Jaejoong, but the man is looking too friendly.
“You’re going to the prom, honey, whether you have the perfect dress or not. Besides, something tells me you don’t mind all that much,” Jaejoong throws him a wink and exits.
Junsu wonders why he never opted for a career in football. Showering with a team of naked men sounds less awkward to his ears than going out with rich sex on legs.
It’s Tuesday and Junsu is not expecting anything special about today, until he receives Yoochun’s PM and thus ends up staring interestedly at his keyboard for a good hour or so. He also realizes that he’s looking quite unfit for a date, with the cheap suit and his hair all flat. In the end, he rests his forehead on the keys instead and pretends to be dead.
“You’re like a constant downer, huh?” Yunho comes walking in and hits him over the head with a document. Junsu groans. “So unbecoming you. Changmin told me to get you to look at these, so if you have some time left,”
Yunho tries not to get Junsu to sit up and places the documents on top of the man’s head instead.
“I’m working late anyway,” Junsu mumbles against the g, h, t and y keys and reaches for the papers on top of his head. Sitting up, he spreads them out on his desk and gets out a green pen to correct whatever Changmin’s underlined in red.
Yunho gives Junsu the look-over and tilts his head some. “Well, you do look the part of the stressed-out office worker. Have some Starbucks later on, I’ll tell people you’re out to copy stuff.”
Waiting diligently for his Tall Vanilla Latte, Junsu spaces out looking at the menu boards. He’s not too sure he wants to do this anymore - sure, Yoochun is all sorts of attractive and his voice does incredible things to Junsu’s nether regions, but he’s also his bossand the president of a company that glares at him when he enters the canteen at lunch.
He sighs, tries to stop thinking about Yoochun’s collar bones and accepts his coffee with a mere nod of his head. When he turns around, he bumps into a suit. An expensive one.
“Oh I-hey, it’s you!” Yoochun stops Junsu from crashing into him much further by placing his hands strongly on the other’s shoulders. He grins widely. “What are you doing here at office hours?” he asks, wriggling his eyebrows some.
Junsu is a little incoherent, nursing his coffee close to his chest and looking at Yoochun with slightly maniacal eyes. “Uhm. Orders? I’m here because Yunho said so?” he tries.
“Sure you are,” Yoochun waves at the lady behind the counter and says the usual. He steers Junsu towards a table and sits down opposite of him with his own coffee a few moments later. Junsu is still slightly in shock.
“So. You were running,” Yoochun starts, sipping his coffee pleasantly. “I’d fire Jae, but I know I couldn’t. I also realize that you must be really uncomfortable,” he offers. Though he’s seen people more nervous than Junsu, it’s hard not to see the stress drawing lines around the man’s eyes and all. He seems distracted.
“Not running,” Junsu tries, but he ends up sighing anyway. It’s silly, so he laughs softly into his latte. “Okay, running. Running really fast. But I’m wearing an old suit and I have dorky hair, so you can hardly blame me,” he reasons.
Yoochun contemplates this. He doesn’t really think Junsu looks dorky, but he collects Star Wars figurines, so what does he know. “Are you afraid because I wear Armani? Or is it the fact that it’s tonight because really, someone cancelled an appointment and I just thought, you know. Thought I’d tell you to stay because I kind of really wanted to see you,” he smiles apologetically.
That does make a difference, somewhat. Junsu bites his lip when he looks up at the other man again. “Maybe it’s the Armani. Though I wouldn’t want you to change,” he gathers some courage and his heart feels light, “it looks really good on you. Really, really good.”
Yoochun looks at him as if he’s gone crazy and then chuckles. He sits back some, runs a hand through his hair and doesn’t know how to keep the smile off his face. “You just said I look good. You said, really, really good.”
Blushing, Junsu gulps down too much coffee at once. With a slightly burnt tongue, he grins shyly, “I can’t believe I just said that to my boss.”
“So. Level of embarrassment, on a scale of 10 being the worst,” Yoochun says when they’ve both finished their coffee and are done discussing all Changmin’s weird tendencies, Jaejoong’s odd abundant internal messages and Yunho’s obsession with bad pop music. Basically, the only conclusion which fits is that the two of them are the only sane ones in the bunch.
Junsu is completely relaxed and he hasn’t even realized that he’s not been freaking out over the smallest things anymore. Yoochun is a really easy guy, very friendly and charismatic. The sexual tension, though he would still blush thinking too long on it, is evident in all their connecting gazes and mirrored gestures. “Not so bad, around 2 I guess,” Junsu smiles widely, watching the other’s finger trace the rim of his empty cup.
“That’s an 8 on the scale of comfort, then,” Yoochun does the math and feels pretty smug afterwards. He checks his watch as he stretches lazily and makes a complicated face. “What’s less comfortable is the amount of work left at the office, waiting for me. And you, I can imagine. Though I didn’t mean it quite literally so, I might have to work just a little later tonight for real,” he laughs softly though and nods at Junsu. “You decide whether or not you’re staying tonight, okay?”
But Junsu knows he’ll stay. He’ll stay, in his uncomfortable suit and with his uninteresting desktop applications; Armani needs a chance too and he’s starting to enjoy its exquisiteness.
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It is nine o’clock and Junsu has the feeling he’s never been in this big of a building before with this little people in it. Everyone on his floor has gone home and he’s pretty sure there’s no one left on the floor beneath this one, either. Jaejoong has also left with Yunho earlier, so that means Yoochun is up there, alone.
A shiver runs down his spine. He’s feeling quite uncomfortable again, though he’s been smiling an awful lot. He wonders if he smells and prays to god it’s just because he’s in a stuffy office that he looks so boring in the restroom mirror. He just needs a bit of freshening up.
After spending some time there, pacing up and down tiles and checking his reflection, Junsu admits that what he’s doing absolutely doesn’t aid whatever decision he’s going to make, so he decides to just jump to one.
Before he knows it, he’s standing in front of Yoochun’s office, knocking on the man’s door.
Yoochun spends so much of his time pretending he is busy that he forgets that he also actually has to get busy with work sometimes. Albeit very boring and uncharacteristic, he’s been working for the past hours and absentmindedly responds to the knock on his door with a ‘come in’.
It’s not as if he’s forgotten about Junsu. It was more or less the thought of Junsu that had apparently killed time this fast. Feeling kind of stupid when the man steps in and he is still sitting in his chair with papers spread on his desk and his reading glasses on, Yoochun hides his face behind his hands.
“Is this the part where I ask whether you’ve forgotten about me and you say yes, I’m sorry, I was working? Because I’ll totally buy that so we can just skip it,” Junsu admits, feeling the tension build up in his body again, even when the other man looks so bookish.
Yoochun peeks through his fingers and sighs, laughing in his defeat. He takes off his glasses and places them on the desk, taking one deep breath. “Actually, time went faster, because I was thinking about you. And then suddenly, you were already here,” he rubs the back of his neck.
Junsu’s not sure whether to start blushing now or to start laughing. Instead, he closes the door behind him and walks up to the other man’s desk. “How come, when anything happens, the entire building seems to know about it?” he wonders, meeting the other’s eyes with a smile.
“You think so? I don’t think they know the details, though.” Yoochun gets up and walks around the desk. He sits down on the edge of it, close near Junsu. “Which is funny if you think about it. I thought internal communication was all about the details and as little as possible about the business on the side.”
It’s only because Yoochun is so incredibly difficult to stay away from that Junsu doesn’t step back to create some more space in between them. He breathes slowly and relaxes his pose some, arms aimlessly hanging along his sides. “And you, do you know any specific details?” he challenges, though he does wonder.
Yoochun looks pensive for a moment or two, but only because he’s trying to put in words what he’s thinking and not so much looking for an excuse. “Not much. You like Battlestar Galactica and Final Fantasy, so we can safely establish you’re a nerd. You analyze things, you do audit reports and you wear suits that are a size too large for you. I think you have a really nice smile and you do the most amazing things to my mood. Aside from the suit and your job, you’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met.”
Junsu is flabbergasted for a good moment or two, wondering where in god’s name the other man had come up with an answer like that. It somehow suddenly made sense that this guy was the president of a leading bank. “… that’s pretty ironic. I mean, the job thing. Because I work for you and all.”
Knowing the other man wouldn’t really flee, not with the signals he was giving off, Yoochun reaches out one of his hands and takes Junsu’s wrist to pull him a little closer until the man is standing right in front of him. As he sits up a little straighter on the desk, he spreads his legs and grabs his other wrist as well.
“You need to loosen up your tie some, you look absolutely stuffed,” Yoochun says, his voice dropping a few notes. His hands release Junsu’s wrists and go up to undo the knot in the man’s tie. He’s not even sure how this is happening, but apparently it doesn’t feel awkward to seduce his employee like this. It’s kind of new and exciting and although he doesn’t look the part, he feels somewhat nervous.
At the same time Yoochun’s fidgeting with his tie, Junsu places his hands steadily on top of the other’s desk, next to his thighs. He leans in some more, allowing Yoochun better access and then presses his forehead against the other man’s. “I just think you’re really kind of sexy,” he says a little stupidly, finding no other explanation with Yoochun’s mouth so near.
They end up kissing; Yoochun’s fingers are still curled around Junsu’s tie and inevitably this pulls the other closer in between his legs. There is something very clumsy about it, with Yoochun leaning back on his elbows and knocking over various office utensils. Junsu laughs into his mouth, suddenly cups his cheek and makes his heart melt. He can feel the other blush.
Though the kiss grows more passionate and Junsu finds it more difficult to not run his fingers down the other’s throat and over his chest, there are certain things that just don’t happen that often in real life. Sex on a table in your boss’ office with your boss, is one of them. Junsu knows the distinctive of reality and how it involves a certain need for comfort.
Breaking off the kiss, Junsu is immediately smiling like some sort of idiot. He presses his nose against Yoochun’s when he realizes the other man is doing much the same.
“I actually dropped by to say that the Armani would indeed be too much for me right now and that I was on my way back home,” Junsu confesses, creating some distance between their faces and laughs. “So I’m going to go now, if you don’t mind. It really is the Armani,” he slides his fingers over the collar of the other’s blouse, raking his nails softly along the man’s skin.
Yoochun has never felt so light and stupid in his life before, watching the other man with amazement and amused eyes. “You go do that, then,” he understands very well. Any type of business needs some sort of foundation and it has somewhat been established now that they both mean serious business.
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note:
omg sorry for the lame ending. might write a sequel. y/n?
written for anika_nona, because ♥, also for applesu and irisu_chan, because they are the only people I expect to read this, someday.
pairing: yoosu ♥
rating:PG-13 (slight R?)
au. comedy. fluff. yoochun is the president of a bank, junsu is an internal analyst. tvxqinsuits!
6475 words.
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Junsu isn’t so very sure of himself, that first time when he stands there in front of the big glass doors. It’s kind of surreal to be able to say, okay now you’re in new york big shot, don’t forget to breathe, but his mind keeps repeating. He doesn’t calm down before entering the waiting room.
There are all sorts of Koreans, Junsu has noticed. There are those slightly older, slightly more desperate for a job, probably with kids and wives and cars. There’s this thin girl with straight hair and a flat nose who looks like she’s just graduated. He is barely twenty-two, is just a nervous and jittery person in general and enjoys watching soccer on TV or gaming in his brother’s basement.
He doesn’t stand a chance.
Then again, one can say a lot about Park Yoochun and all of it would probably be true or soon to become truth. He is as unpredictable as the weather. He is also the genius son of a rich bank and possesses half of the stock market. He is young, dynamic, drinks his coffee black and sugarless and occasionally finds the need to come to work wearing flip-flops.
He makes all the ladies at the front desk swoon. It gets a little ridiculous on Valentine’s Day.
Word has it he does a lot of office work and still manages to visit all the lower floors to talk to people personally. He’s the kind of guy you wish your boss to be, the kind that posts you a happy birthday card on your birthday. He leans his elbows on surfaces and his chin on the back of his hand.
Above all other employees, Yoochun has this flaming homosexual receptionist; jae for close friends and colleagues; this is the office of park yoochun, president of park banking, how can I be of service for others.
He dots his i's with hearts and draws suggestive stick figures in sidelines. Yoochun thinks he’s the world’s biggest genius.
So this Jaejoong receptionist guy isn’t making it all that much easier for Junsu to relax. He appears every now and then to open the door to Yoochun’s office and lets out a defeated student. He rolls his eyes and drones; “next?” and every single time his gaze meets Junsu’s.
Somewhere in between candidates, Yoochun and Jaejoong have A Conversation.
“There’s this lady with a wig. She was trying to look like a- I don’t know, pre-op Mariah Carey? And this guy with hair like Ricky Martin. There’s also this really nervous kid with a cheap suit and a PSP,” Jaejoong sums up in hardly two breaths and looks at Yoochun expectantly.
Yoochun leans back further in his comfortable leather chair and lets out a huge sigh. He stares up at the ceiling some and then slowly sits up again to sip at his coffee. He looks up at Jaejoong half-way through the process; “So, what was he playing?”
“Crisis Core,” Jaejoong pops his bubblegum and chews on it loudly.
“Tell the others to leave.”
Junsu’s not so sure how he suddenly has a job, an important one, in one of the biggest skyscrapers in New York City. He is up on floor 51 and considering there are 54, he feels pretty awesome.
He hasn’t met his boss yet, but seeing as the guy has sent home everybody else without so much as an apology, he wonders if the man assumes something special about him. Whilst on the elevator, he thinks about what is in his resume again.
A choir of little angels sings at the sight of the luxurious office space he apparently shares with two other people. The desks are made of expensive-looking polished pine, there are odd glass drawers on wheels and there are huge plants in every corner. The view is so amazing, Junsu doesn’t even hear someone enter.
“Uhm, you must be the new guy, Kim Junsu, right? You worked for Lee inc. before, right? I am your supervisor, Mr. Shim, and I will hand you your tasks every day, so please be sure to check with me if there is any work, okay?” Changmin doesn’t like it when people don’t understand him and the way things go around this office; according to him. Although he is not the official head of the department, he is undoubtedly the one doing all the work.
Junsu is a little freaked out by the young face and the long hair and Changmin’s height certainly cannot be overlooked either, so he just stares dumbly at the other for a moment or two. His mouth hangs open a little. “Right. Okay. Yes, I’m Kim Junsu. Nice meeting you, Mr. Shim,” he says a little too enthusiastically.
Changmin’s eyebrow twitches.
“Oh my goodness, what are you doing to that poor guy so early in the morning,” another handsome guy comes walking in, rocking the suit casually. Junsu imagines the man standing in front of the mirror in the morning, trying to make his tie look casual. He tries to hold back some giggles.
“My name is Yunho, I’m the head of this department. Any file transfer or communication with other departments goes through me. This guy here is Changmin,” he flashes a pearly white grin at the younger man, dumping a stack of papers on his desk.
“Nice to meet you,” Junsu finally feels himself relax. “Great.”
During lunch time, Jaejoong pretends he doesn’t see Junsu at first when he sits down at a table, but glances to his right a little too often to work the act. Also, he tries taking pictures of Junsu with his cell phone and the digitalized click sound effect can be heard with every shot.
So Junsu decides to be like, “Hey, you’re the receptionist, right?” and suddenly Jaejoong is sitting at his table, twirling his spaghetti with a fork and talking with wild gestures.
Jaejoong has long decided that Junsu has a lot of potential, somewhere under his oversized suit and dorky lunch box. The guy is funny and talks fast about the things he likes with a lot of excitement. Jaejoong likes excitement.
Office parties are the worst things that can happen to a young, well-established company’s internal communication. With the consumption of alcohol, misunderstandings are inevitable.
Yoochun bumps into Junsu at the booze table. It’s Salsa Night and Junsu awkwardly reaches for a tequila cocktail. It nearly ends up spilling over Yoochun’s v-neck shirt. Both men take considerate steps back to avoid further conflict.
“I’m sorry, didn’t see you there,” Yoochun smiles slowly and runs a hand through his longish curly black hair. “I wonder why though, look at you. Nice shirt.”
Junsu stares down at his shirt. It’s an old Battlestar Galactica shirt with slightly faded printing. He wasn’t really too sure what Jaejoong meant when he said ‘casual’. Apparently this isn’t it. “Uhm,” he says, “nice shirt yourself? I didn’t really know what to wear. I’m new here and I might be hanging out with the wrong people,” he confesses with an apologetic grin.
The other man laughs and takes a glass of alcohol off the table as well. His one has a bright green straw in it. “You’re new, huh? And already hanging out with the wrong people, that’s a little bold,” he chuckles and sucks on the straw. Junsu notices the man is wearing sandals. “I love Battlestar Galactica. Is that a ring from Final Fantasy, by the way?”
There are two arms waving madly over the crowd drawing Junsu’s attention and he barely is able to make out it is Yunho, because a rather well-endowed young lady is blocking his view. “Oh. I’m very sorry, someone is calling me over, so-“
The other man is still smiling. “I’ll see you around.”
They go out for karaoke, the four of them; a slightly intoxicated Jaejoong, an energetic Yunho offering random phrases throughout the singing and an eager Changmin, suddenly talkative and less say anything again and I’ll penetrate your eyeball with something sharp about stuff. Junsu himself is feeling quite giggly, not sure if it’s the alcohol (it is).
“You~” Jaejoong sings into the microphone, standing up and pointing at Junsu over the table. “You were talking with the boss earlier,” his score is up on the screen, but he’s not looking at it. He takes any chance at a moment of enhanced voice-messaging.
Changmin and Yunho look at Junsu in mild shock and with familiar grins. It’s a little creepy.
Jaejoong makes a dramatic pose and holds out the second microphone to Junsu. “What have you to say to this, nerdy newcomer, bringer of Mario Kart tournaments during lunch break?”
“I didn’t know he was the boss!” Junsu exclaims, holding up his hands in front of his chest. He remembers the guy clearly - long hair, smooth voice, expensive jewelry and Baileys. He feels his cheeks become a little rosy in color and thinks it’s the alcohol (it might be the memory of the v-neck t-shirt).
“Chunnie must have a new favorite,” Jaejoong says suddenly, sitting down and handing over the microphone to Yunho, who is eagerly flipping through the song booklet. “He specifically wanted Junsu for the job. He must be wanting new company.”
Somewhere to his left, Changmin groans. “Can hardly blame him. You’re the only person around him during office hours. That’s got to do something to a healthy man’s brains.”
Junsu’s eyes grow large. Jaejoong hits Changmin in the chest, Changmin hits Jaejoong over the head and they somehow end up making weird noises and faces at each other. Yunho sings his heart out like it’s going my way.
Needless to say, Yoochun and Junsu hit off pretty well.
The problem about getting friendly with your boss is that traditionally speaking, in an Asian hierarchical company, it’s kind of a no-go. Anything social between office workers of different floors happens behind the scene, so a friendly conversation between the president and an internal analyst slash audit employee would be the talk of the century.
“Hey,” Yoochun says one day when Junsu is at the copy machine just outside his office. Five girls are watching them and a pair of guys have stopped talking to listen in.
Junsu fidgets with the papers. “Mr. Park,” he says, bowing his head.
Yoochun leans against the copy machine and shakes his head. “I told you to call me Yoochun. I’ve been having this conversation with Changmin for years, I don’t think I can handle a second try. Plus, I totally nicked your Star Wars coffee cup from the canteen, if you were wondering.”
Junsu blinks and then catches on. “I had been looking for that,” he says slowly, frowning some in confusion. “My own boss, a thief? I might have to send an internal memo about this,” he tries to look convincingly serious.
“All odds are against you, I am the president and my word is final. I’ll give it back after my second cup of coffee, I just wanted to drink out of Obi-Wan’s head. I saw you have a Darth Vader one too,” he takes out the new copies and hands them to Junsu.
“It’s yours to try out whenever,” Junsu laughs softly, checking the papers for order. He feels a little self-conscious, all of the sudden.
“Right-o then,” Yoochun pushes himself away from the machine and salutes the other. “See you around later, tell Yunho he owes me five bucks.”
Junsu keeps on staring at Yoochun until he’s round the corner and then carries the copies back to his desk. He can hear people talking about him as he sits down on his chair. There might be something wrong with him.
Apparently, everybody Junsu knows in the office (except for Mara, the big-eyed underweight lady sitting at the front desk on week days) is good friends with Yoochun. In fact, Junsu isn’t so sure the term ‘good friends’ suffices, with the way Yunho and Yoochun are walking with their arms hooked around each other’s shoulders.
“Ka-ra? O-ke?” Jaejoong calls back over his shoulder, making a cute pose. Junsu has no idea why the man is miles ahead of them, but something tells him Jaejoong likes to take the lead when it comes to social gatherings.
Junsu hasn’t spoken a word to Yoochun all evening. He isn’t really good at office parties, it seems. For some reason he always ends up in a corner with a nervous greasy-haired intern, talking about the pros and cons of Excel.
Jaejoong kidnaps him before they run out of Microsoft Office-related topics and an hour later they are all sitting around a table, watching the karaoke screen intently whilst Yunho sings Bon Jovi.
“Hey,” Yoochun suddenly turns his head and presses his shoulder against Junsu’s softly. Junsu looks at him with slightly surprised eyes, but nevertheless returns the smile with a grin. It’s pretty warm and cozy, the karaoke place.
“Hey, Yoochun,” he tries, because he’s never really said Yoochun before. It could be the alcohol (it is).
Yoochun smiles some more. It’s kind of addictive. “Will you be so kind to help me in getting Changmin to look this way? He has a a smudge on his face from where Mara kissed him and I kind of want to capture it on camera for it to live on the internet forever and ever,” he suggests in a semi-whisper and with a twinkle in his eye.
Junsu is sold.
Jaejoong is pretty fast when it comes to these things. He barges into Yoochun’s office at exactly nine, a bag of fresh croissants and two paper cups of Starbucks in his arms. Yoochun should’ve seen this coming, but probably was distracted by his hangover that morning.
“So,” Jaejoong says, a huge smile on his face to match his huge eyes and his head, which is nodding up and down. “So. That, I saw that,” he places a cup on Yoochun’s desk and tosses him a bag of croissants. As he opens his own, he looks at the other expectantly.
“So what do you want me to say?” Yoochun retorts, sniffing the coffee and taking the plastic lid off.
Jaejoong looks slightly scandalized. “Well? What happened? I mean, not that I wasn’t looking all the time, it’s just that, you know,” he expects Yoochun to tell him, as in the full story; is it love at first sight, are they compatible, does he think junsu’s butt is cute - things like that.
“I didn’t even know, okay?” Yoochun mumbles, eyes half-lidded as he takes his first sip of caffeine. He shivers. “First time I saw him I thought he was some friendly intern. Then he introduced himself,” he pauses to take another sip, “turns out he’s the guy I hired for his game choice. Turns out he’s pretty funny,” he shrugs his shoulders and reaches the movement into a stretch.
“And then you realized his butt is pretty cute.”
Yoochun tries to raise an eyebrow, now that his eyes are open. After a couple of attempts he gives in and admits defeat with an exaggerated sigh. “I thought about kissing him yesterday at the karaoke room, but then I thought that maybe it was still a little too early for things like that. And then I drank too much and passed out on my couch, somehow. Thanks for the ride, by the way.”
Smiling smugly, Jaejoong takes a bite out of his croissant. “That wasn’t me, that was the cab driver. And Yunho paid for it and he said, haha now he owes me money so now you owe him money.”
Yoochun sends Jaejoong a desperate PM after lunch, after he’s seen Junsu walk by with some papers and a silly smile.
Junsu is a little confused that day. He’s supposed to be working on something important, because Changmin underlined the title of the document on his desk with angry red, but for some reason he’s not doing much other than chewing on the back of his pencil. He’s pretty sure he’ll die from lead poisoning before he’s read through the whole thing.
“You’re not working,” Yunho says, an hour or so later. He’s carrying around a man purse and a stapler.
“I know. Neither are you,” Junsu retorts, sitting up a little straighter and eyeing the other.
Yunho’s whistling a familiar tune and hands him the stapler.“True. Here. Bring this to the big boss. He forgot to take this back up after lunch.”
Shoving the document aside, Junsu frowns. “I’m not supposed to ask why you can’t do this yourself, am I?”
Yunho grins. “You’re finally getting the hang of how things work around here. I’m so proud.”
“Oh my god, what are you doing here,” Jaejoong gestures wildly for Junsu to come over from behind his desk. He almost knocks over his coffee. “What are you doing here?” he asks again.
Junsu is not sure if Jaejoong is panicking or just excited to see him. He opts for laughing widely and holds up the stapler stupidly. “Stapler. Yunho told me to bring it up,” he answers lamely, drumming the fingers of his free hand on the surface of Jaejoong’s desk.
Jaejoong swats at his fingers. “Right. I’m sure Yoochun’s really happy to see his stapler has returned. Go on, then.”
Junsu frowns, but nevertheless walks up to the president’s office. Before he opens the door, he turns around to look at Jaejoong again, who is now rapidly typing something up. “Why did you empathize the word stapler?” he wonders absentmindedly.
Jaejoong looks up at him and stays silent. Junsu fidgets some. Jaejoong is still staring. “Why are you still here?”
Junsu quickly knocks on Yoochun’s door.
“Come in,” Yoochun calls, quickly shoving the comic book he has been reading into a drawer. He takes his feet off his desk and smoothes out the wrinkles in his blouse. There are croissant crumbs on his lap; he pushes himself off his seat some and shakes his lower body gawkily to get them off.
Junsu enters silently, feeling the corners of his mouth nervously curl upwards. His hands are sweaty. “Hey, uhm, sorry for interrupting,” because even though he knows better, he still assumes that Yoochun is in fact doing important things, one way or another.
Yoochun is slightly surprised seeing Junsu. He makes a mental note to subtract some numbers off Jaejoong’s upcoming paycheck. “Hi,” he manages to say smoothly, elbows coming to rest on his desk. He sits his chin on his hands. “What brings you here?”
Maybe he shouldn’t blush. Junsu tries his best not to show any uncomfortable behavior towards the other man, his boss. He places the stapler in front of Yoochun; there’s a sweaty imprint of where his hand had been. great. “Stapler,” he meets the other’s eyes.
Blinking, Yoochun looks away from the other for a moment or two to look at the stapler. It’s quite obviously not his; there’s even a tiny sticker on the side saying property of shim changmin, but he decides not to comment on it. “Wow, okay, thank you!” he sounds a little too enthusiastic and looks Junsu in the eyes again.
Junsu moves his weight to his other foot and keeps standing there. “Uhm. You’re welcome.”
Yoochun nods, stares some more and then, as he tries to sit up and lean back, almost knocks over his coffee. He coughs to cover up his embarrassment and gestures towards the empty chair opposite of him. “Go and have a seat, I won’t tell your boss you’re not working,” he winks.
Junsu decides not to say but you are my boss, technically speaking, and just sits down. “You and uh, you and Jaejoong seem to have a thing for knocking things over. Almost. Almost knocking things over. Coffee, mostly,” he ends up saying.
Yoochun nods again. “Accident-prone, very much so. I once knocked over a Ming-dynasty vase.”
“Really now,” Junsu tries to sound as interested as possible, but he is somewhat distracted by the other man’s blouse and how far it’s hanging open and all. Maybe he’s staring. He quickly looks up at Yoochun’s face again.
“Would you like to go out with me?” Yoochun asks, biting on the inside of his cheek. He’s only just noticed there’s something really exotic about Junsu’s facial structure. He kind of wants to see him do the limbo.
Junsu stares. “Err, romantically?” he wonders stupidly. He mentally kicks himself.
“Sure, I mean. I can be pretty romantic and all, I guess.”
There’s an awkward silence. Yoochun knocks over his pencil holder trying to nonchalantly lean on his desk again.
“Right. Uhm,” Junsu slowly lifts himself out of his chair. He’s already at the door before he realizes he hasn’t really responded to Yoochun’s question. He turns around quickly and catches Yoochun checking out his backside. He hesitates. “I’d love to. Go out, I mean. Romantically.”
He flees out the office and forgets to say bye to Jaejoong.
The worst thing about everybody knowing is that Junsu doesn’t know everyone and it kind of messes up his characteristic way of saying hello to everyone who he vaguely seems to remember and who grants him a glance or two. With the entire building staring at him (- even John, that creepy unsocial IT department intern-) Junsu contemplates writing hello on his forehead with black marker.
Of course, Jaejoong is faster.
“I always knew there was something about you,” the receptionist saunters into the copy room, eyes burning a hole in the back of Junsu’s head. “No straight man has an ass like that. Or a voice, just saying.”
Junsu turns around slowly, hoping strongly he’ll blend in with the grey surroundings so Jaejoong will stop talking. “Ha ha,” he laughs nervously.
“Oh stop making such a scandal out of it. Obviously this is a good thing. Yoochun’s been pining over dead porn actors for far too many decades. It’s about time he gets some action. Romantically,” Jaejoong laughs loudly, clutching his stomach.
“I’m never going to survive this one,” Junsu exclaims, leaning his back against the wall and closing his eyes for a moment. “I should’ve known it was a set-up. I’m not as stupid as I let on,” he tries to glare at Jaejoong, but the man is looking too friendly.
“You’re going to the prom, honey, whether you have the perfect dress or not. Besides, something tells me you don’t mind all that much,” Jaejoong throws him a wink and exits.
Junsu wonders why he never opted for a career in football. Showering with a team of naked men sounds less awkward to his ears than going out with rich sex on legs.
It’s Tuesday and Junsu is not expecting anything special about today, until he receives Yoochun’s PM and thus ends up staring interestedly at his keyboard for a good hour or so. He also realizes that he’s looking quite unfit for a date, with the cheap suit and his hair all flat. In the end, he rests his forehead on the keys instead and pretends to be dead.
“You’re like a constant downer, huh?” Yunho comes walking in and hits him over the head with a document. Junsu groans. “So unbecoming you. Changmin told me to get you to look at these, so if you have some time left,”
Yunho tries not to get Junsu to sit up and places the documents on top of the man’s head instead.
“I’m working late anyway,” Junsu mumbles against the g, h, t and y keys and reaches for the papers on top of his head. Sitting up, he spreads them out on his desk and gets out a green pen to correct whatever Changmin’s underlined in red.
Yunho gives Junsu the look-over and tilts his head some. “Well, you do look the part of the stressed-out office worker. Have some Starbucks later on, I’ll tell people you’re out to copy stuff.”
Waiting diligently for his Tall Vanilla Latte, Junsu spaces out looking at the menu boards. He’s not too sure he wants to do this anymore - sure, Yoochun is all sorts of attractive and his voice does incredible things to Junsu’s nether regions, but he’s also his bossand the president of a company that glares at him when he enters the canteen at lunch.
He sighs, tries to stop thinking about Yoochun’s collar bones and accepts his coffee with a mere nod of his head. When he turns around, he bumps into a suit. An expensive one.
“Oh I-hey, it’s you!” Yoochun stops Junsu from crashing into him much further by placing his hands strongly on the other’s shoulders. He grins widely. “What are you doing here at office hours?” he asks, wriggling his eyebrows some.
Junsu is a little incoherent, nursing his coffee close to his chest and looking at Yoochun with slightly maniacal eyes. “Uhm. Orders? I’m here because Yunho said so?” he tries.
“Sure you are,” Yoochun waves at the lady behind the counter and says the usual. He steers Junsu towards a table and sits down opposite of him with his own coffee a few moments later. Junsu is still slightly in shock.
“So. You were running,” Yoochun starts, sipping his coffee pleasantly. “I’d fire Jae, but I know I couldn’t. I also realize that you must be really uncomfortable,” he offers. Though he’s seen people more nervous than Junsu, it’s hard not to see the stress drawing lines around the man’s eyes and all. He seems distracted.
“Not running,” Junsu tries, but he ends up sighing anyway. It’s silly, so he laughs softly into his latte. “Okay, running. Running really fast. But I’m wearing an old suit and I have dorky hair, so you can hardly blame me,” he reasons.
Yoochun contemplates this. He doesn’t really think Junsu looks dorky, but he collects Star Wars figurines, so what does he know. “Are you afraid because I wear Armani? Or is it the fact that it’s tonight because really, someone cancelled an appointment and I just thought, you know. Thought I’d tell you to stay because I kind of really wanted to see you,” he smiles apologetically.
That does make a difference, somewhat. Junsu bites his lip when he looks up at the other man again. “Maybe it’s the Armani. Though I wouldn’t want you to change,” he gathers some courage and his heart feels light, “it looks really good on you. Really, really good.”
Yoochun looks at him as if he’s gone crazy and then chuckles. He sits back some, runs a hand through his hair and doesn’t know how to keep the smile off his face. “You just said I look good. You said, really, really good.”
Blushing, Junsu gulps down too much coffee at once. With a slightly burnt tongue, he grins shyly, “I can’t believe I just said that to my boss.”
“So. Level of embarrassment, on a scale of 10 being the worst,” Yoochun says when they’ve both finished their coffee and are done discussing all Changmin’s weird tendencies, Jaejoong’s odd abundant internal messages and Yunho’s obsession with bad pop music. Basically, the only conclusion which fits is that the two of them are the only sane ones in the bunch.
Junsu is completely relaxed and he hasn’t even realized that he’s not been freaking out over the smallest things anymore. Yoochun is a really easy guy, very friendly and charismatic. The sexual tension, though he would still blush thinking too long on it, is evident in all their connecting gazes and mirrored gestures. “Not so bad, around 2 I guess,” Junsu smiles widely, watching the other’s finger trace the rim of his empty cup.
“That’s an 8 on the scale of comfort, then,” Yoochun does the math and feels pretty smug afterwards. He checks his watch as he stretches lazily and makes a complicated face. “What’s less comfortable is the amount of work left at the office, waiting for me. And you, I can imagine. Though I didn’t mean it quite literally so, I might have to work just a little later tonight for real,” he laughs softly though and nods at Junsu. “You decide whether or not you’re staying tonight, okay?”
But Junsu knows he’ll stay. He’ll stay, in his uncomfortable suit and with his uninteresting desktop applications; Armani needs a chance too and he’s starting to enjoy its exquisiteness.
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It is nine o’clock and Junsu has the feeling he’s never been in this big of a building before with this little people in it. Everyone on his floor has gone home and he’s pretty sure there’s no one left on the floor beneath this one, either. Jaejoong has also left with Yunho earlier, so that means Yoochun is up there, alone.
A shiver runs down his spine. He’s feeling quite uncomfortable again, though he’s been smiling an awful lot. He wonders if he smells and prays to god it’s just because he’s in a stuffy office that he looks so boring in the restroom mirror. He just needs a bit of freshening up.
After spending some time there, pacing up and down tiles and checking his reflection, Junsu admits that what he’s doing absolutely doesn’t aid whatever decision he’s going to make, so he decides to just jump to one.
Before he knows it, he’s standing in front of Yoochun’s office, knocking on the man’s door.
Yoochun spends so much of his time pretending he is busy that he forgets that he also actually has to get busy with work sometimes. Albeit very boring and uncharacteristic, he’s been working for the past hours and absentmindedly responds to the knock on his door with a ‘come in’.
It’s not as if he’s forgotten about Junsu. It was more or less the thought of Junsu that had apparently killed time this fast. Feeling kind of stupid when the man steps in and he is still sitting in his chair with papers spread on his desk and his reading glasses on, Yoochun hides his face behind his hands.
“Is this the part where I ask whether you’ve forgotten about me and you say yes, I’m sorry, I was working? Because I’ll totally buy that so we can just skip it,” Junsu admits, feeling the tension build up in his body again, even when the other man looks so bookish.
Yoochun peeks through his fingers and sighs, laughing in his defeat. He takes off his glasses and places them on the desk, taking one deep breath. “Actually, time went faster, because I was thinking about you. And then suddenly, you were already here,” he rubs the back of his neck.
Junsu’s not sure whether to start blushing now or to start laughing. Instead, he closes the door behind him and walks up to the other man’s desk. “How come, when anything happens, the entire building seems to know about it?” he wonders, meeting the other’s eyes with a smile.
“You think so? I don’t think they know the details, though.” Yoochun gets up and walks around the desk. He sits down on the edge of it, close near Junsu. “Which is funny if you think about it. I thought internal communication was all about the details and as little as possible about the business on the side.”
It’s only because Yoochun is so incredibly difficult to stay away from that Junsu doesn’t step back to create some more space in between them. He breathes slowly and relaxes his pose some, arms aimlessly hanging along his sides. “And you, do you know any specific details?” he challenges, though he does wonder.
Yoochun looks pensive for a moment or two, but only because he’s trying to put in words what he’s thinking and not so much looking for an excuse. “Not much. You like Battlestar Galactica and Final Fantasy, so we can safely establish you’re a nerd. You analyze things, you do audit reports and you wear suits that are a size too large for you. I think you have a really nice smile and you do the most amazing things to my mood. Aside from the suit and your job, you’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met.”
Junsu is flabbergasted for a good moment or two, wondering where in god’s name the other man had come up with an answer like that. It somehow suddenly made sense that this guy was the president of a leading bank. “… that’s pretty ironic. I mean, the job thing. Because I work for you and all.”
Knowing the other man wouldn’t really flee, not with the signals he was giving off, Yoochun reaches out one of his hands and takes Junsu’s wrist to pull him a little closer until the man is standing right in front of him. As he sits up a little straighter on the desk, he spreads his legs and grabs his other wrist as well.
“You need to loosen up your tie some, you look absolutely stuffed,” Yoochun says, his voice dropping a few notes. His hands release Junsu’s wrists and go up to undo the knot in the man’s tie. He’s not even sure how this is happening, but apparently it doesn’t feel awkward to seduce his employee like this. It’s kind of new and exciting and although he doesn’t look the part, he feels somewhat nervous.
At the same time Yoochun’s fidgeting with his tie, Junsu places his hands steadily on top of the other’s desk, next to his thighs. He leans in some more, allowing Yoochun better access and then presses his forehead against the other man’s. “I just think you’re really kind of sexy,” he says a little stupidly, finding no other explanation with Yoochun’s mouth so near.
They end up kissing; Yoochun’s fingers are still curled around Junsu’s tie and inevitably this pulls the other closer in between his legs. There is something very clumsy about it, with Yoochun leaning back on his elbows and knocking over various office utensils. Junsu laughs into his mouth, suddenly cups his cheek and makes his heart melt. He can feel the other blush.
Though the kiss grows more passionate and Junsu finds it more difficult to not run his fingers down the other’s throat and over his chest, there are certain things that just don’t happen that often in real life. Sex on a table in your boss’ office with your boss, is one of them. Junsu knows the distinctive of reality and how it involves a certain need for comfort.
Breaking off the kiss, Junsu is immediately smiling like some sort of idiot. He presses his nose against Yoochun’s when he realizes the other man is doing much the same.
“I actually dropped by to say that the Armani would indeed be too much for me right now and that I was on my way back home,” Junsu confesses, creating some distance between their faces and laughs. “So I’m going to go now, if you don’t mind. It really is the Armani,” he slides his fingers over the collar of the other’s blouse, raking his nails softly along the man’s skin.
Yoochun has never felt so light and stupid in his life before, watching the other man with amazement and amused eyes. “You go do that, then,” he understands very well. Any type of business needs some sort of foundation and it has somewhat been established now that they both mean serious business.
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note:
omg sorry for the lame ending. might write a sequel. y/n?
written for anika_nona, because ♥, also for applesu and irisu_chan, because they are the only people I expect to read this, someday.