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kpop---scenarios · 4 years

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Teacher's Pet

This is part of the OT12 incubus collab! Other writers in the collab include: @ninibears-erigom @kwanisms @mint-yooxgi @k-pop-boy-scenarios @broccoli-channie-soup @chan-yolo @mylifeinhopeworld @biaswreckingfics @gamerwoo @baekwell--tart

Warning: Unprotected sex, dream fucking.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I struggled alot with writing this.. please be kind lol

"..and when you're writing this paper, please don't copy and paste from any sites. I will know what is and what isn't plagiarized" Suho says to his class before the classroom door is ripped open to reveal a heavy breathing..you. Although he sees you every night in your dreams and other times in person, he still loves to see you in person. You look even more beautiful in real life than you do in your dreams. As the two of you keep eye contact, he thinks about the first time he had met you, in the beginning of the summer. A few months ago he had been dragged out by his friends to a bar, O'Reilly's. He hadn't wanted to go out that night, but Baekhyun had a weird way of making him laugh enough until he got annoyed and just agreed to go out to get him to stop. Suho sat in the booth with his friends, sipping on his third drink of the night as his eyes roamed the large diverse group of people s lounging around the bar, and that's when he noticed you. You stood there looking extremely annoyed and unimpressed at whatever story the man who had cornered you was telling. He could read your lips with ease and chuckled when you told him for the fourth time that you were not interested. The man paid no mind to what you were saying, he was so wrapped up in his own story and laughing at his own lame jokes as you rolled your eyes. When he finally stopped talking, you tried to walk away from him, not wanting to be totally rude but he wouldn't let you go. His hand gripped your arm firmly as he pulled you back to stand in front of him. You looked pissed off as he tried to explain to you that just walking away was very rude. Suho slipped out of his seat, casually walking towards the bar, near where you and the man stood, overhearing your conversation a little better. "No what's rude is ignoring someone when they tell you their not interested." You snap, trying to walk away again. "So is walking away from someone again, when they're having a conversation with you" the man spits, yanking your arm to bring you back again. "Stop trying to fucking walk away from me." "Excuse me? I am not interested. Why can't you get that through your thick skull?" You snip before brushing past him, again. Suho couldn't understand the mind frame of this man, and why he continued to try to win you over when you so clearly wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. "Listen here you little bitch." The man snarls through gritted teeth, squeezing your arm. "I'm fucking tired of being polite and you brushing me off, thinking your better than me. What's a guy gotta do to get a little fucking action?" "Let go of me and take the fucking hint." You yell, attempting to yank your arm away from the man but his hold on you was far too tight. "Hah. You think you're so much better than me don't you?" He asks, staring at you with intense eyes. "I believe she told you she's not interested, and to let her go." You and the man hear a growl from behind you. "Back off, buddy." The man snaps, turning his head slightly and looking over his shoulder. "How about you back off, buddy" Suho snaps. "Are you hard of hearing? Let her go." The man's grip on you loosens quickly as he turns to face the man whose saved you. "And what are you going to do about it?" "Are you sure you'd like to find out?" Suho asks, a sinister smile on his face as he eyes turn black in a flash before resuming to their regular colour. The man stares at Suho, his mouth gaping open before he stumbles away, tripping over his own feet in the process of trying to escape. All you could do was stand there, staring at the man who saved you from what you knew would have turned out to be an extremely terrible situation. You're at a loss for words for a second as you look him over thoroughly. He's older than you but not by a lot, extremely handsome, brown hair, brown eyes and a smile that could melt anyone, including you. "You okay?" He asks. "I am now. Thank you." You respond, your eyes never leaving his face. "I don't know how I can thank you enough, that could have ended very badly. Can I buy you a drink?" You smile. "Sure." The man chuckles. "I'm Suho." He says introducing himself. "Y/N. Nice to meet you, Suho" you smile as you slide onto a bar stool. "What can I get you?" The bartender asks. The next few hours are spent telling stories and jokes while the two of you laugh over your drinks. Looking at the clock behind the bar, you let out a small gasp, not having realized how late it had actually gotten. "Shit. I'm sorry I have to go" you say, rushing off your chair and gathering your belongings. Before you leave, you pull out your phone and you see 23 missed calls and texts from your now angry boyfriend. Suho had hoped you were going to ask for his number so he could see you again, it would be much easier to find you that way. "My boyfriend is pissed." You groan as you call the bartender over so you can quickly pay for your drinks. "Boyfriend?" Suho asks, his eyebrow raised. All night you hadn't mentioned a single word about a boyfriend and now there suddenly was one. Although, that didn't really matter to Suho. Would you be the first girl he had met and became a little obsessed with who had a boyfriend? Yes. But did it make him even more excited? Absolutely. "Yes, boyfriend. His name is Mark." You smile. "Thanks for tonight. And saving me earlier. I really appreciate it." "No worries" Suho says forcing a smile. "Maybe I'll see you around." You say before turning to walk away. Suho quickly threw some money on the counter, paying for whatever before he grabbed his coat to follow you down the street. He smiled to himself as he watched you switch from walking to a small run and then back to walking again. Suho really hadn't planned on following anyone home tonight, until he had seen you earlier, and had partially gotten to know you. He liked you, he enjoyed spending time with you and he knew he would enjoy it even more as you slept. ** For the first few weeks all Suho did was watch you. He figured out your routine, your boyfriends routine, what you liked and disliked. It was honestly a little unnerved at himself. He had never taken this much time before coming into a dream and seducing his prey, which was something he really had always enjoyed. He was beyond excited to have found a new pet, but now he was aching for a release. You had been on his mind for far too long now and he was itching to take you. He wanted to hear your moans, listen to you cumming from his cock and hopefully, if all went well, have your boyfriend hear you cry out his name causing a much needed break up between you and him. Suho had never dreamt about the possibility of changing someone to be like him, entrap unsuspecting, vulnerable people with him but you would make the perfect partner for him. The two of you ruling together, and as much as he didnt want to mentally induce or manipulate you, ge would if you decided against being with him. He wanted you to choose to be with him, he wanted you to want it but he wasn't opposed to simply persuading you to doing what he wanted. That night, weeks after the two of you had met, Suho snuck into your room, standing on your side of your bed as you softly snored while your soon to be ex boyfriend's arm was draped across your stomach. Suho watched you for a few moments before kneeling at your bedside, tracing his fingers along the side of your face before leaning forward, and placing a small kiss against your temple, inhaling deeply, taking in your scent. He smiled as he watched you, focusing all his energy on you, and in a moment he disappears into your mind, turning your once happy dream to an extremely different direction. You look around, noticing you're in a bar, the same one you had had a few drinks in a few weeks ago, where the man, Suho had come to your rescue. You stood there, the entire place empty, not a soul in sight. "Hello?" You called out with no answer. Standing there for a few more seconds, you decide to leave, but before your hand could reach the door knob you hear a chuckle. Turning around you see the man from the bar, Suho behind the bar. "Taking off already?" He asks with a smirk on his face. "I thought no one was here" you say. "Can I get you a drink?" He asks. Nodding your head you walk over to the bar and pull out a stool. "Vodka and cranberry" you tell him. You watch him as he makes your drink, unable to take your eyes off of him. Suho finishes your drink, sliding it towards you. As you take a sip he emerges from behind the bar walking behind where you're seated. "Can I get you anything else?" He whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His hands reach up landing on your shoulders, giving them a small squeeze. "You seem very tense" he whispers. "I am" you admit, closing your eyes as Suho massaged your shoulders, slowly moving his hands down your arms. "You know, I can make you feel extremely relaxed" he moans, turning you around in the chair to face him. As you looked into his eyes, they turned black. "Do you want me to help you, baby?" He asks. You were unable to speak, only nod your head. He smiled as he leaned into you, placing his lips on yours, tilting your chin up with his finger tips. Suho kneels down, spreading your legs wide as you still sat on the stool. The skirt you're wearing rides up, exposing your already needy pussy. "Mhm, no panties?" He smirks pulling you forward a bit. Suho spreads your lips with his fingers before leaning his head forward, licking a long strip up your already wet pussy. You throw your head back with a gasp as your hands grip tightly onto the edge of the stool. "Delicious" Suho murmurs before diving back in, sucking on your clit. "Fuck" you gasp as he moves from sucking on your clit to flicking it with the tip of his tongue. As Suho continues to work, building your orgasm up, your hands grip the stool tighter with each lick and suck until you're almost at your peak. "I'm going to cum" you cry out. Suho abruptly stops, removing his head from between your legs. "First time you cum will be all over my cock" he growls, standing up to unzip his pants. He pulls down his faded jeans just enough to let his fully erect cock spring free. You gasp at the length and thickness of it, your mouth beginning to drool. Suho grabs your hand to take you off the stool and turns you around pressing your front against the bar. He spreads your legs and lubes himself up before lining himself up with your entrance. Without warning he thrusts himself into you fully, giving you no chance of adjusting to his size as he stretches you out completely. "Oh my god" you scream as he pulls out before harshly thrusting himself back inside of you. Soho's hands grip your hips tightly, digging his cold fingertips into your hips as he fucks you, hard. "Shit baby girl" he groans, continuing with his thrusts. "You're so tight" A cold chill courses through your body as his frigid hands hold you tighter. "You're mine now baby." You groans into your ear. "You do as I say, when I say." "Yes, yes, I'm all yours" you cry. "Who do you belong to?" He asks, continuing to fuck you. "You. I belong to you" you moan. "Good girl. Now play with your clit" he demands. You reach your hands in between your legs, rubbing the throbbing bud that needs release. Your orgasm doesn't take long to build up again, but it remains right on the brink of throwing you over the edge. "Do you need to cum, baby?" He moans into your ear. "Yes, please" you cry. "Cum" he demands. As the words left his mouth, your orgasm seizes through your body, causing your knees to buckle. Suho holds you up tightly as he rams his cock into you, eagerly chasing his own high. Within seconds his orgasm explodes through him, shuddering as he releases his extremely hot cum inside of you, coating your walls. The two of you are still for a moment as you both catch your breath. Before he pulls out of you he leans forward, whispering one more thing into your ear. "When you wake up, end your relationship with that boyfriend of yours" he says before pulling himself out of you and disappearing. Seconds later you wake up trying to catch your breath, your pussy sore and wet, and the sudden urge to end things with your boyfriend who is no longer next to you. "Morning babe" Mark says as he walks out of the bathroom. "Get out. I'm done." You snap, brushing past him to the bathroom. A few hours later you had finally convinced him you were being serious about breaking up with him, and he had finally packed his belongings and left. You felt satisfied and relieved, like this was how it was supposed to work out. As the summer came to an end and the first day of classes came, you had been feeling a little down. Almost like something had been missing from your life, until you ran into your class. You ripped open the door to the classroom and your eyes landed directly on Suho and you began to remember. You remembered your dreams involving him, being praised by him for doing as he tells you, his cock filling you up every night. He smiles at you, nodding his head towards the desks, telling you to sit down. You do as you're told, sitting directly in the front, eyes never leaving him as he finishes talking about the first paper due in his class. You know as long as you continue to do whatever he wants you to in and out of the classroom, he'll never stop fucking you or giving you the world, or fail you. Sometimes being teachers pet has it's perks.

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moons2stars · 4 years

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Hello there! Have I ever told you I love your url? I do. I'm here about the riverdale-events au ask game!! I'd love a bughead au from you! How about retail bughead?? (Or if you've ever seen Waiting the movie something like that of them both working in a restaurant in their early 20s time?) EITHER OR! Can't wait to see!

Hello there! Thank you for the wonderful ask, and complement. I love your url as well, and I love your fics. I have not seen the movie Waiting but I’ll have to check it out. As for your ask I really like the idea of a retail AU. I don’t know if a grocery store counts as retail, but here we go.

“I told you not to pour oil down the sink.” Jughead grumbles to his roommate Archie as they walk into their local grocery store.

“What else was I supposed to do with it?”Archie says frantically as he sticks his arms in his pockets.

“I don’t know! I wasn’t the one who brought oil into our dorm.” Jughead argued back in the crowded store. This was the last place he wanted to be. He had loads of homework, and of course his roommate decided to pour cooking oil down the drain.

“You are the one who suggested we have a hot plate.” Archie argues back.

“Yeah to cook things like eggs or pasta. Not deep fry shit.” Jughead lectured.

His first year of college has been quite the trip especially with a roommate like Archie who doesn’t always have the brightest ideas. Although him and Archie could not be more opposite, Jughead doesn’t mind his company and has actually grown quite close with him. Archie came to NYU on a Football scholarship where as Jughead had gotten a scholarship for his writing. Jughead is pretty sure Archie was part of the group that would’ve bullied him in high school, but surprisingly Archie was a pretty good guy.

“ Whatever. Let’s just get the Drano and leave.”Archie said.

Once they were in the appropriate aisle, they browsed the shelves for what they needed.

On the opposite side of the aisle, there was a store clerk stocking the shelves on a ladder that looked too flimsy to use. However, the girl in question looked too focused to pay any mind. She had blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, and though he could only see the side of her face from this angle she was really pretty. She looked oddly familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on where he recognized her. She had to be around his age if he had to guess. Jughead couldn’t help but to keep staring despite himself.

“Shit. I can’t find any.” Archie cursed as he kept rummaging through the selves. Jughead snapped his attention back over to Archie. He needed to get his head out of the gutter.

“Maybe it’s in a different aisle.” Jughead supplied still feeling dazed.

“Maybe you should ask that girl over there.” Archie motioned over to the opposite side of the aisle.

“Why me? You got us into this mess.” Jughead deflects.

“Dude, you’ve been staring at her since we got here. Plus it’s her job.” Archie says with no intention of quieting his voice.

“Can you keep your voice down.” Jughead whisper yells as he tries to hide his blush.

“Oh does someone have a crush.” Archie taunted in a baby voice.

“Shut up.” Jughead grumbled as he adjusted his hat.

“Either you go over there, or I will.” Archie threatened

“Fine.” Jughead agreed.

Jughead made his way over to the blonde nervously. She didn’t seem to notice him as she kept stocking so Jughead cleared his throat awkwardly. The girl seemed startled as she jumped a bit when she heard him which caused the flimsy ladder to buckle threatening to send her flying off the ladder.

Not thinking much about it, Jughead put both hands on her waist to steady her from falling. Once she was steady she got off the ladder and he retreated his hands. She nervously stepped back and looked down at her sneakers as she blushed.

“Sorry. This ladder can’t hold shit.” She said with a breathy laugh. He looked up and saw that she had really green eyes which he didn’t see from afar earlier. She’s even more beautiful up close. Jughead then took a moment to look at her name tag and saw that her name was Betty.

A classy name for a classy girl

Geez he was starting to sound like a sappy romantic

Out of the two of them Archie has definitely been more into girls. Whereas Jughead has never really found himself looking for a relationship. Sure he’s had a few interests, but never anything serious. So he is thrown for a loop at the moment when he’s realizing that this girl has obviously peaked his interest.

“It’s no problem. Sorry I startled you.” Jughead said shyly as he nervously adjusted his hat.

“No it’s okay. I should have been paying attention. It’s just I had to stock, and I knew I needed to do it fast before the ladder broke again.” Betty explained.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Why use a ladder that’s broken?” Jughead asked.

“That’s a good question. I’ve been asking my boss since I started working here.” She said as she rolled her eyes. Then looked around probably making sure that her boss wasn’t around “He’s kind of a cheapskate, but this job is getting me through college so I’ll climb as many cheap ladders as I have to.”

Jughead has had a few jobs in retail himself, and they haven’t been satisfactory either so he completely gets what she’s talking about.

“I completely get it. I’m in college right now as well and it’s a bitch to pay off.”

“Wait a minute.” Betty exclaims as realization dawns on her face “You go to my college!” Betty says with excitement . Jughead can’t help but blush at the fact that she remembers him.

“Oh yeah! You’re in my British Lit class. Betty right?” Jughead asks. He plays off the fact that he read her name tag, because even though it’s there for people to read he figures it’s fair game that he guesses her name since she has o guess his.

“Yeah. And your.. Jughead right? Please tell me I’m right, and that I didn't completely mistake your name.” Betty says already looking embarrassed. He feels satisfied that she knows his name.

“No you’re right. It’s pretty hard to mistake.” Jughead said with a laugh.

They start a genuine conversation about common interests. They both love classic movies, and novels, and their really professor who doesn’t memorize anyone’s names. He discovers she is a Criminal Justice major with a minor in journalism, and that their home towns weren’t far apart from each other.

“Oh shit? I completely forgot to ask if you needed help finding anything.” Betty says after a ten minute conversation. Jughead was so caught up, and honestly whipped that he forgot what he even came here for.

“It’s all good. I forgot what I even needed.” Jughead said with a laugh as he scratched the back of his head. “Oh um. Drano.” He supplied.

“Aisle 13 on the end cap.” Betty said with a smile.

“Thank you. Hopefully I can bump into you sometime soon.” Jughead says without thinking.

How much more corny can he get? He’s turning into the people he rolls his eyes at.

“I'm counting on it.” Betty says with a smile and a pretty blush across her cheeks.

Jughead gives her one last smile before he turns and walks over to Archie who has a shot eating grin on his face.

“No way dude. I never thought I’d live the day to see you flirt.”Jughead says as he punches Jughead’s arm.

“Shut up. ” Jughead says as he punches him back. Of course Archie would be a stereotypical man about this.

“Well.. Did you ask for it?”

“We have to go to aisle 13. It’s on an end cap.”

“Her number Dipshit.” Archie corrects.

“No. It’s not like that.” Jughead replies as he rolls his eyes.

“That’s bullshit.” Archie says dully.

“She probably doesn’t even like me in that way.” Jughead shrugs. He isn’t stupid. he knows that he definitely likes her, and based on their conversation she probably likes him, but he doesn’t want to make a move and be wrong. Besides she may not even want a relationship, or maybe she has a boyfriend.

“Jug. I know you are the smart one in this friendship, but sometimes you can be so dense.” Archie said as he rolled his eyes.

“Let’s just get the Drano, and leave.” Jughead knows he’s deflecting, but it’s just easier to pretend nothing happened.

“No. I’ll get the Drano, and leave. You’ll go back and get the pretty girl’s number.” Archie corrected.

“Archie..”

“Come on man. Live a little.” Archie urged as he tapped Jug on the shoulder.

Jughead knew Archie was right, and although this is totally out of his comfort zone, he knows he’ll regret it if he doesn’t at least try.

“You’re so annoying.” Jughead conceded as he turned back.

“You’ll be thanking me later.” Archie yelled after him.

Jughead walked fast to the aisle he was previously at. He hoped she was still there.

Once he approached the aisle, he breathed a sigh of relief to see her still there only this time not on a ladder.

“Hey did you find it?” Betty asked as she finished stocking.

“Yea Archie did. When do you get off?” Jughead asked as he tried to catch his breath. He was hoping his courage wouldn’t wear off.

“In about ten minutes.” Betty answered curiously.

“Do you maybe want to bump into me in about ten minutes from now for a burger?” Jughead asked with a nervous smile. Betty’s mouth turned in an even bigger smile.

“It's a date.”

#Bughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead drabble #bughead au #ask #my writing #retail au #thank you for the lovely ask #fell free to request more au

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talltales · 4 years

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—YOU SAY IT'S ALL COMPLEX, PASSION CAN PASS FOR LESS WE NEVER BOTHERED TELLING EACH OTHER WHAT WE WERE BOUND TO GUESS anonymous request!!

NOTICE: being the change i want to see in the world, ayy continued from YOUNGJAE + SHIMMER.

it’s entirely possible, she supposes, that he truly has no recollection of her. it takes the better part of the evening and most of her cigarette to figure out anything resembling a plan of action. frowning, she watches the smoke swirl against the notched ceiling and examines the poster with the faded corners taped there.

keep calm, huh?

she takes a drag, then puts the smoldering flame out in the makeshift ashtray fashioned from the remains of a jewelry box. the coating flakes off the side, a shade of green reminiscent of mountain dew—

or toxic waste.

a fitting remnant of the worst years of her life.

the soft echoes of a record skipping fill the room for the briefest of moments before the needle seems to catch on the right spot again. she turns to her side and toys with the chopped ends of her hair, lips pressed together.

and finally.

finally, the phone rings.

the only movement she makes is to sweep it off her nightstand; glancing at his name in passing before she accepts the call. belatedly, she wonders at the fact that he hasn’t changed his number since middle school.

“a full two days,” she hums to the speaker, taking note of the coughing sound on the other side with a small smile. cute. “i’m surprised you held out that long.”

“how’d you know my name?” comes the warm timbre from the other end of the line, a stark departure from the voice she’s held in her mind all this time; a persisting memory even over their recent encounter in the bookstore, “have we met before?”

she turns onto her back and wiggles her toes, focusing on the way the fresh coat of navy gleams in the light. “i wonder,” the line is quiet for a minute, and anticipation settles in. she picks at the edges of her fingernails and watches in dismay as the fresh paint chips off, “fuck.”

“what?”

“nothing.” and against her better judgement—“meet up with me and i’ll tell you.”

they agree on the park across the street from the bookstore. she slips into a too-large t-shirt and a pair of flip-flops before venturing out into the night. the autumn air is a welcome change from the remnant of summer heat that creeps into every room like an unwelcome guest. when she finds him, he’s sitting on a swing set with a book open in his lap, perusing the pages with a gaze that seems unfocused at first glance.

“how many times have you read that page, i wonder?” she moves to take the seat next to him, digging her heels into the gravel and pushing off—“you used to do that a lot, you know. zone out on some book and forget where you were,” she chirps half-teasingly, and ignores the tiny piece of her that prays it’ll jog his memory.

“oh,” he reaches up, pinching the bridge of his nose before he tugs his glasses off. the sight is a welcome one, she thinks—oddly enchanting, “is that right?”

the unspoken question in his voice is unmistakable, hidden beneath a razor-thin layer of pretense that she sees right through.

“how humiliating, to be so forgettable,” her head lulls back with the breeze until she catches glimpses of the stars peeking out from behind the canopy of trees overhead.

“that’s not...“ from the corner of her eye, she watches as youngjae turns in the swing, watching her with something akin to panic. “you’re not forgettable. i remember you.”

she raises a brow.

“well, i remember seeing you somewhere, but i can’t put your face anywhere which is weird because you’re so pret—“

a soft laugh slips out before she thinks to stop it, “you’re a terrible flirt.”

“i’m sorry.”

he looks repentant, cowed with his forehead pressed to the chain held in his grasp. she shakes her head and reaches out to brush her fingers through the blue fringe falling into his eyes, “i didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

even in the dark, the flush settling across his cheeks is clear as day. the tips of his fingers disappear into the hems of his sleeves before curling inward, tightening around the chain, “noted.”

cute.

thoughtfully, she swipes her tongue over her lower lip and turns back to the midnight skies. the heavens shine back down upon them, soft and dark, and it is vastly more comforting than the suffocating sight of her smoke-clouded ceiling.

she exhales.

“if it helps jog your memory, i was the only girl in middle school with a girlfriend. an absolute bitch with horrible taste in jewelry boxes, but a girlfriend, nonetheless.”

it doesn’t take more than a glance to see the muted surprise on his face; in the way his eyes widen and his lips part. it’s a story repeated through the years; revelations and rejections playing back like a record skipping over the same notes, over and over.

when he speaks, however, she finds herself surprised.

“you had what—six piercings on your face?”

again, she laughs, and the sound emerges from somewhere deeper. the soles of her shoes scuff the gravel as she kicks her legs, “i had four, youngjae.”

“yeah, okay. four.” his expression turns contemplative as he unfurls a hand from the sweater paws he’s shaped them into. she watches as youngjae reaches out, pressing the pad of his thumb softly against her left brow, “you had two here.”

it takes effort not to react. his attention moves, following the slope of her nose to her chin and up again, as if piecing together a long-forgotten puzzle.

she exhales and this time, it is a conscious effort.

keep calm, huh?

“you had another here.” smoothly, he grazes a finger over the outer curve of her nose. the divot in her skin serves as the only evidence of the small hoop that had resided there, once upon a time.

“and?”

absently, she wonders if he’d been faking it all along—being bad at flirting. though a look at his focused features reveals nothing but innocent curiosity.

the thought is absurdly funny.

“here,” he declares, after scrutinizing her for another moment. his thumb moves down to grasp her chin lightly before sliding up to rest right beneath the curve of her lower lip, “and you had one here.”

“bingo,” and the words are mouthed more than spoken, captured as she is by the glimmer of accomplishment in his eyes. it only swells when he smiles, and she finds herself smiling back.

laughing when it gives way to a muted panic.

“oh my god, i’m—“ youngjae retreats immediately. his hand and the soft warmth it held slips back into the shelter of his shirt sleeves, and again, he is blushing, “i’m sorry. you’re probably really uncomfortable with this. having a guy touch you so familiarly.”

and though his face is obscured in shadow as he dips his head, the embarrassment is a sight to behold.

“i liked you then, you know.” she admits, with a sigh that isn’t. rather it is an exhalation that comes from somewhere deeper—the place where she keeps her laughter and her tears and all the memories of things better forgotten.

“you were the only boy that really caught my eye, after that damned group project we had in biology.” her eyes drift upward, finding peace even as she catches him looking from her peripheral. she proceeds, whispering her confessions to the heavens, “i told my parents that you were my boyfriend for half the school year. part of it was to get them to stop bothering me, and part of it was because i wished it was true.”

she braces herself quietly, sinking her teeth into the inside of her cheek until the pain of it makes her eyes water.

revelation.

rejection.

tale as old as time.

“so you’re…” but there is nothing in his tone to indicate anything other than wonderment. she risks a look back at him and finds the distance between them has been cut in half. the feeling of his breath fanning across her cheek is a new but welcome sensation, “you’re not gay.”

she nods.

“but you’re not straight either.”

she nods again; observes as he turns it over in his head. though this, she can tell, is more for her benefit than his, if the minute twitching of his lips is any indication.

“what conclusion am i supposed to draw here?”

keep calm.

“i’m into you,” and she hopes it is enough to convey what she’s professed to her ceiling for the past two nights; the things she harbors where she keeps her laughter and her tears and her memories, “i’ve been into you, even if you forgot me.”

to his credit, youngjae winces. though any awkwardness is short-lived. she sees it in the lifting of his brow and the way he sucks his lower lip between his teeth before he grins.

“so, uh. i’ve been meaning to ask you something, then.” he flushes the prettiest shade of peach, though she knows he has no intention to stop once he’s started.

“yes?”

when he leans close enough to touch the tip of his nose to hers, she lets her eyes fall shut; perhaps not for the promise of a kiss, but to enjoy the absence of absence.

“did it hurt?” he asks, and she can feel her swing being tugged closer to his; his arm hooking around her chain.

“did what hurt?”

he pauses, lowering his voice to little more than a whisper, “you know... when you fell from—“

what a terrible flirt.

“shut up.”

and for good measure, she drags him into a kiss.

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Harry Styles - “Office Flirt”

So @blueeyedsoulme and I were having a chat about working in an office and just jobs in general and then it turned into imagining someone like Ed Sheeran or Harry working in an office. It ended up in a full on swapping of ideas for what Harry would be like in an office job. We both began to fangirl so much over picturing our ideas that I decided to write it. Enjoy!

Harry Styles was the talk of the office. He always had been. He was funny, smart, attractive and a complete flirt. He was that guy that had every girl in the office wanting him and every guy wanting to be him. He would have several of the girls huddled together a distance away from him, whispering about the unique and slightly ostentatious pattered pants, silk shirts and multiple gaudy rings on his fingers. He loved every bit of the attention as he was a self proclaimed narcissist.

He would ask female co-workers to join him for lunch, shoot the group of giggling women a smirk causing them to break into a round of whispered giggles. He lived for it all.

There of course was one person in the office seemingly unaffected by his charm and good looks. There was no denying that he was attractive but for whatever reason you didn’t seem to care. And that drew him to you even more. At first he thought he was drawn to you because of your lack of care towards him but he quickly realized it was something more.

He was attracted to you, your smile, your drive, your dedication to your job and that office. You were beautiful and he wanted to be close to you as much as possible.

He was acting like a teenage boy in love. He would take the long way back to his desk just so he could pass yours and take in how you looked that day, the way you wore clothes that flattered your figure and brought out the gorgeousness of your eyes and how focused you were on your task at hand, making sure it was done to perfection.

He would make sure to take the seat beside you as often as possible in staff meetings. He was caught up in you and wasn’t sure how to go about letting you know that, if he even should. The lunch dates with other co-workers was just a past time. He never did anything more but flirt, no matter how much they all but begged him for more.

“Hey, Y/N,” He stepped up to your desk early one Monday morning. He leaned his hip against the side of your desk, looking down at you, attempting to draw your attention to him but your eyes stay focused on the monitor before you.

“Hey,” You would answer back, still not looking up at him.

“Anything fun happen over the weekend?” He questioned, hoping to strike up a full conversation with you but all you did to show you were listening was glace up at him before turning to a stack of folders beside you, studying the information printed on it.

“Not really,” You eventually answered before you finally turned towards him, swiveling a bit in your chair. You look up into his green eyes but again, he notes how unaffected you seemed to be. “Finished a book from my seemingly never ending stack.” You answered, giving a shrug. You then turned back to your monitor and Harry knew the conversation was over as you didn’t make an attempt to ask how his weekend was. Not that he did anything much, but he would have still talked about it anyway.

“Okay, well...” He stood up straight and decided to call it finished and head back to his desk. “Have a good day.” He turns then, grimacing a bit at what you surely thought was an awkward conversation and took a few steps towards his desk that was across the large open space.

“Oh hey, Harry!” His heart skips a beat when you call after him. He turns back immediately, noting the group of girls standing a few desks over, eyeing the interaction but offers them no sign that he cared.

“Yes?” He questions, giving you a small smile.

“I accidentely grabbed these from the printer when I got my things earlier, they are yours, right?” You hold out a small stack of papers that Harry had in-fact printed out earlier when he saw you heading for the printer. He had planned on meeting you over there to to strike up a conversation but got held up by the boss coming over to ask what was going on with a certain client.

“Oh yeah, righ’, thanks.” He grabs for them and you turn back to the computer after offering him a smile. He sighs and heads back to his desk, feeling a big dejected.

It was a few days later, after a few more short encounters, that he finally decided to make an actual move and make sure you were aware of how he felt. He went to Starbucks that was next door, ordering the drink you got every morning - yeah, he had memorized your order. Was that creepy? Possibly, but he hoped you would see it as a kind gesture anyway.

He saw you there when he walked in, drink in hand, seated at your desk already. You were pouring over a file, a small crease formed between your brows as you also bit at your lower lip. He came to a halt a few steps away from your desk, his heart beating rapidly against his ribs as he thought about what he intended to say. He finally took a few deep breaths, building up the courage to do this.

He simply places the drink beside your keyboard and waits for you to notice. When you do, you turn towards him, a frown on your face as you glance down at it.

“What is this?” You question. Harry, or anyone in the office for that matter, had never gotten you coffee.

“You’re favorite.” He comments with a small shrug of his broad shoulders, offering you up a smile.

“Oh,” You noted how he had in fact gotten you the correct order. You were slightly flattered as you reach for it but also more so confused. “Thank you.” You take a sip of it then. “Why, though?” You ask him, eyeing him over the rim of the cup as you take another drink.

“I wan’ to talk to you about somethin’.” He reveals, moving a stack of papers from your desk to take a seat. You eye him cautiously, not sure what he was getting at.

“And what is that?” You look up into his green eyes, feeling yourself needing to suddenly take a deep breath of air as you got short of breath. You wondered what he had to say and why you could basically feel the nerves radiating off of him. Harry was always so confident with the other girls in the office, you saw how he was with them, had seen him flirting with them and having lunch with them, making them laugh and giggle. He had even asked you to lunch multiple times but you had said it was going to be a working lunch that day and simply couldn’t. You didn’t want to just be another one of those girls he flirted with, that just wasn’t you.

“Come to lunch with me today.” You sigh but he continues on. “I know, I know, I’ve asked before and you don’ wan’ to, but I’m no’ askin’ you like how I do anyone else in the office. ‘m askin you because I wan’ to spend time with you, I wan’ to ge’ to know you. I like you, Y/N, I mean truly like you.”

“Harry,” You shake your head, giving yet another sigh. “Even if you like me more than how you like the other girls, I don’t want to get involved with the office flirt.” Harry knew he deserved that reputation. There was no reason to deny such a thing, that’s what he was.

“I told you, it’s no’ like tha’ with you.” He tries assuring you but he could still see the hesitancy. “Okay, jus’ one lunch with me. Give me the chance, at least to ge’ you to see it.” You sigh then, staring up at his face, seeing that he was seemingly being completely sincere.

“You’ll stop flirting with everyone if I agree to go to lunch?” You question. Maybe not seeing him constantly flirting with every girl he passes would help you see he did have feelings for you. Maybe. You did like him, you were attracted to him, and he was sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to maybe do this with him.

“O’ course. It will jus’ be you.” You give him a smile then, seeing his face light up with hope at the sight of it. “You’ll go with me?”

“I mean,” You shrug. “You seem pretty sincere so I’ll give you a chance. I’m not promising anything serious but we’ll see how it goes.” He grins then, that adorable boyish grin that actually made a flutter happen in your chest.

“So how abou’ dinner tonigh’ instead?” He questions, it turning to a slight smirk but you laugh and shake your head as you stand from your chair.

“We’ll start with lunch, don’t push it.” You tell him but offer him a smile. “And then we’ll see about dinner.”

“I’ll take wha’ I can ge’.” You give him a small smile, shaking your head. What had you just gotten yourself into? Whatever it was, you were excited for it. You smack him playfully on the chest before you turn and walk away, turning back to shoot him one last grin, seeing him still smiling widely.

Many girls had gotten lunch with Harry, but this was more than that, you felt. This was somewhat of an actual date, Harry had feelings for you. And the idea made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

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