let me sew you a few things
chen/sehun ; ~1200 ; pg-13
in which jongdae is very good with his hands
and this is why we don't let sehun wear suits
Jongdae isn't expecting anyone for at least two hours, so it's a surprise that the bell hanging from the door chimes in the middle of his lunch break. He hurries to the front of the store, pushing through bolts of fabric and accidentally scattering a few annotated patterns on the ground in his rush.
"Hello, welcome to Kim's Custom Tailors. However, I'm afraid we're on break now. Do you have an appointment?"
It's a good thing Jongdae finishes reciting his lines before he looks up, or else he might not have been able to finish it. An uncomfortably tall and very uncomfortably handsome man with stands there in a baggy but expensive looking suit. Sharp cheekbones, sharp eyebrows, and by the looks of the smirk forming on his face, a sharp mouth as well.
"An appointment? Do I need one of those?"
Jongdae wonders how rude of a response he's allowed to make without being completely unprofessional before he remembers a phone call he received a few days ago: some young, rich CEO whose father was the owner of the shop's textile provider would be dropping in to see how the branch was doing. He gulps down his retort and tries his best to smile blindingly.
"Well, since you're already here it would be rude of me to keep you waiting. Of what service can I be for you today?"
The man looks around the store with a small sneer growing on his face, and his eyebrow cockily quirks in time with Jongdae's growing irritation. It's a small business, yes, but Jongdae likes to think that there's less energy spent on showy displays and pretenses and more of an emphasis on clean, compact aesthetics and appreciation for the art of manipulating fabric.
"You make suits here, don't you? I guess there's nothing for you to do but make me one too," the man scoffs, a cool laugh whistling through his nose.
"Of course, sir. Could you please sign here in our records?"
The man practically jerks the pen out of Jongdae's grasp and messily signs as Oh Sehun. There's a smiley face embedded in his scrawls and Jongdae can barely keep himself from bursting into giggles.
"What kind of suit are you interested in today, sir?"
The man -- wait, what kind of man still has a signature with a smiley face? this boy, this asshat kid Sehun -- smirks again and drawls, "Show me your expertise. Make me what's most challenging for you."
Jongdae coughs uncomfortably and straightens his shoulders a bit. "Well, it's been a few weeks since I've finished a three piece."
Sehun looks ridiculous with his skinny arms and legs spread out waiting to be measured, but the more ridiculous part is that he's still overwhelmingly attractive. And overwhelmingly an asshole.
So, Jongdae's going to try to be a bit of an asshole back.
"Sir, I'm going to measure your arms and torso first, then your hips, and then your legs. Please try to keep still."
Sehun nods lazily while rolling his eyes, and Jongdae has a very strong urge to wrap the tape measure around his skinny neck and pull tight.
Jongdae measures Sehun's arms quickly, but in the process he lets his fingers wrap tightly around the other’s thin wrists and firmly clasps the shoulders that are level with his eyes. Sehun doesn’t flinch or move, which only makes Jongdae smirk. He’s barely started his game.
“Please straighten your shoulders as much as you can,” Jongdae murmurs as he stretches the tape across Sehun’s chest and inches closer. He’s at the perfect level where his breath automatically clouds against the hollow of Sehun’s throat. There's very little space between them as Jongdae presses his fingers against Sehun's collarbones, and he feels the taller boy inhale sharply - first point to Jongdae. However, the proximity also backfires as Jongdae gets a whiff of Sehun’s cologne, and while it smells disgustingly expensive, he can’t deny that it makes him reel with pleasure.
He takes deep breaths while writing down the first set of measurements and tells himself to think clearly, this is just another rich, annoying client.
It's so unfortunate how the assholes are the most attractive.
Jongdae has prepared himself for Round 2 and is convinced that he will not surrender concentration, although losing a little professionalism in the sake of seduction might be necessary.
"Please raise your arms and remember to breathe naturally," he says as he wraps his arms (and tape) around Sehun's torso, making sure to take his time and to keep his cheek no further than two centimeters away from Sehun's thin dress shirt and the skin underneath. This time it seems Sehun has prepared himself too, for he doesn't inhale so sharply. Rather, it seems like he leans forward into Jongdae's temporary embrace. Well, this only makes it more fun.
"Sir, if you don't mind, could you please untuck your shirt? In order to have the best fit possible, it is our practice to measure with no layers between the measuring tape and the customer's skin."
Sehun narrows his eyes in a slight smile. "Why don't you do it for me?"
And so Jongdae finds himself pushing his fingers beneath Sehun's waistband and pressing against the smoothness of his stomach, not catching the edges of the fabric at first and scrabbling at pale skin for a few seconds. They both stop breathing in the moments when Jongdae somewhat roughly tightens the measuring tape around Sehun's midriff, holding it around the slender curves with touches that last too long. It's really hard to ignore how nice Sehun looks and how nice Jongdae's fingers feel resting against him.
Suddenly, Jongdae feels gentle fingers against his scalp, and he looks up to a flushed Sehun that looks away immediately and refuses to make eye contact.
"You, um," he mumbles, "had thread in your hair. And some gross chalk stuff here," he continues as he swipes a cold thumb against Jongdae's (probably bright pink) cheek.
"Ah. Well. Sometimes I forget about myself when I'm working."
"That's dumb," Sehun halfheartedly tries to sneer, but he just looks like he's trying not to cry and sneeze, which somehow looks pathetically cute. Assholes are so annoying.
"Oh, would you look at the time," he adds lamely, not even looking at his shiny watch that probably costs more than Jongdae's yearly rent. "I don't think there's time for you to measure my pants today. I'll, um. Come back. Soon."
"Asshole. Would it kill you to say thanks," Jongdae mutters as the bell rings and Sehun trips out the door. He can't stop himself from grinning.
When Jongdae closes up for the night, he notices something that hadn't been there earlier: it's a thick cut of card stock, starkly white with gold trim and almost cold, not unlike one of his customers from earlier. He almost misses the inked message on the back.
"You're very good with your hands. I think I'd find them useful again in the future."
*shamelessly takes lyrics from suit and tie and makes a really bad pun* IM SO SORRY I HAD TO ??? MAYBE
anyway this is for LISA the sehun to my chen I LOVE YOU LISA!!!!!! im so sorry this is over a month late i am terrible friend
#weeniepals4lyfe
in which jongdae is very good with his hands
and this is why we don't let sehun wear suits
Jongdae isn't expecting anyone for at least two hours, so it's a surprise that the bell hanging from the door chimes in the middle of his lunch break. He hurries to the front of the store, pushing through bolts of fabric and accidentally scattering a few annotated patterns on the ground in his rush.
"Hello, welcome to Kim's Custom Tailors. However, I'm afraid we're on break now. Do you have an appointment?"
It's a good thing Jongdae finishes reciting his lines before he looks up, or else he might not have been able to finish it. An uncomfortably tall and very uncomfortably handsome man with stands there in a baggy but expensive looking suit. Sharp cheekbones, sharp eyebrows, and by the looks of the smirk forming on his face, a sharp mouth as well.
"An appointment? Do I need one of those?"
Jongdae wonders how rude of a response he's allowed to make without being completely unprofessional before he remembers a phone call he received a few days ago: some young, rich CEO whose father was the owner of the shop's textile provider would be dropping in to see how the branch was doing. He gulps down his retort and tries his best to smile blindingly.
"Well, since you're already here it would be rude of me to keep you waiting. Of what service can I be for you today?"
The man looks around the store with a small sneer growing on his face, and his eyebrow cockily quirks in time with Jongdae's growing irritation. It's a small business, yes, but Jongdae likes to think that there's less energy spent on showy displays and pretenses and more of an emphasis on clean, compact aesthetics and appreciation for the art of manipulating fabric.
"You make suits here, don't you? I guess there's nothing for you to do but make me one too," the man scoffs, a cool laugh whistling through his nose.
"Of course, sir. Could you please sign here in our records?"
The man practically jerks the pen out of Jongdae's grasp and messily signs as Oh Sehun. There's a smiley face embedded in his scrawls and Jongdae can barely keep himself from bursting into giggles.
"What kind of suit are you interested in today, sir?"
The man -- wait, what kind of man still has a signature with a smiley face? this boy, this asshat kid Sehun -- smirks again and drawls, "Show me your expertise. Make me what's most challenging for you."
Jongdae coughs uncomfortably and straightens his shoulders a bit. "Well, it's been a few weeks since I've finished a three piece."
Sehun looks ridiculous with his skinny arms and legs spread out waiting to be measured, but the more ridiculous part is that he's still overwhelmingly attractive. And overwhelmingly an asshole.
So, Jongdae's going to try to be a bit of an asshole back.
"Sir, I'm going to measure your arms and torso first, then your hips, and then your legs. Please try to keep still."
Sehun nods lazily while rolling his eyes, and Jongdae has a very strong urge to wrap the tape measure around his skinny neck and pull tight.
Jongdae measures Sehun's arms quickly, but in the process he lets his fingers wrap tightly around the other’s thin wrists and firmly clasps the shoulders that are level with his eyes. Sehun doesn’t flinch or move, which only makes Jongdae smirk. He’s barely started his game.
“Please straighten your shoulders as much as you can,” Jongdae murmurs as he stretches the tape across Sehun’s chest and inches closer. He’s at the perfect level where his breath automatically clouds against the hollow of Sehun’s throat. There's very little space between them as Jongdae presses his fingers against Sehun's collarbones, and he feels the taller boy inhale sharply - first point to Jongdae. However, the proximity also backfires as Jongdae gets a whiff of Sehun’s cologne, and while it smells disgustingly expensive, he can’t deny that it makes him reel with pleasure.
He takes deep breaths while writing down the first set of measurements and tells himself to think clearly, this is just another rich, annoying client.
It's so unfortunate how the assholes are the most attractive.
Jongdae has prepared himself for Round 2 and is convinced that he will not surrender concentration, although losing a little professionalism in the sake of seduction might be necessary.
"Please raise your arms and remember to breathe naturally," he says as he wraps his arms (and tape) around Sehun's torso, making sure to take his time and to keep his cheek no further than two centimeters away from Sehun's thin dress shirt and the skin underneath. This time it seems Sehun has prepared himself too, for he doesn't inhale so sharply. Rather, it seems like he leans forward into Jongdae's temporary embrace. Well, this only makes it more fun.
"Sir, if you don't mind, could you please untuck your shirt? In order to have the best fit possible, it is our practice to measure with no layers between the measuring tape and the customer's skin."
Sehun narrows his eyes in a slight smile. "Why don't you do it for me?"
And so Jongdae finds himself pushing his fingers beneath Sehun's waistband and pressing against the smoothness of his stomach, not catching the edges of the fabric at first and scrabbling at pale skin for a few seconds. They both stop breathing in the moments when Jongdae somewhat roughly tightens the measuring tape around Sehun's midriff, holding it around the slender curves with touches that last too long. It's really hard to ignore how nice Sehun looks and how nice Jongdae's fingers feel resting against him.
Suddenly, Jongdae feels gentle fingers against his scalp, and he looks up to a flushed Sehun that looks away immediately and refuses to make eye contact.
"You, um," he mumbles, "had thread in your hair. And some gross chalk stuff here," he continues as he swipes a cold thumb against Jongdae's (probably bright pink) cheek.
"Ah. Well. Sometimes I forget about myself when I'm working."
"That's dumb," Sehun halfheartedly tries to sneer, but he just looks like he's trying not to cry and sneeze, which somehow looks pathetically cute. Assholes are so annoying.
"Oh, would you look at the time," he adds lamely, not even looking at his shiny watch that probably costs more than Jongdae's yearly rent. "I don't think there's time for you to measure my pants today. I'll, um. Come back. Soon."
"Asshole. Would it kill you to say thanks," Jongdae mutters as the bell rings and Sehun trips out the door. He can't stop himself from grinning.
When Jongdae closes up for the night, he notices something that hadn't been there earlier: it's a thick cut of card stock, starkly white with gold trim and almost cold, not unlike one of his customers from earlier. He almost misses the inked message on the back.
"You're very good with your hands. I think I'd find them useful again in the future."
*shamelessly takes lyrics from suit and tie and makes a really bad pun* IM SO SORRY I HAD TO ??? MAYBE
anyway this is for LISA the sehun to my chen I LOVE YOU LISA!!!!!! im so sorry this is over a month late i am terrible friend
#weeniepals4lyfe