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cursedkeyboard · 3 months

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PAY ATTENTION ● Older brother Suguru & Younger sibling!Reader

what happens when suguru's cute younger sibling, who'd usually talk his ear off and cling to him, suddenly starts to... do their own thing?

Pairings: Platonic Suguru Geto x Younger sibling!Reader

As we know, Suguru is a rather mature teenager

He carries this air of elegance, always putting on a polite smile and spilling pleasantries past his lips like sweetened lies

But we also know that Suguru can be childish around the right people

So it's not a surprise to anyone close to him that when his younger sibling, you, stops following around like a lost puppy, Suguru immediately starts to sulk

You're only three years younger than Suguru, fourteen to his seventeen

You two always had a close relationship, closer than most siblings tend to have

Suguru loves spending time with you, to him, you're easily the funniest kid he knows

It's hard for him to ever calm down completely since he's constantly stressed with the sorcerer world

But every day when he goes home and you're in the living room or in your room, it's like he can finally breathe

Because before Satoru, you were Suguru's only friend

His little mini-me, partner in crime, best friend

You two clicked and moved like one, so in tune with each other he always marveled at how most siblings tend to hate each other

Of course, the two of you do fight sometimes

Over who gets to take a shower first, who ate the leftovers, who gets to watch what on TV

"Did you use my shampoo?"

"The one you keep hiding from me? Yeah."

"You little– That's expensive."

"That's why I used it, Suguru."

You two are siblings after all, what kind of siblings never fight?

But he never felt the kind of animosity and distrust so many brothers and sisters feel around each other, the kind that made them roll their eyes whenever they even got close to their siblings

To Suguru, you're his little sunshine, someone he'll protect until the day he keels over and dies

Not that he'll ever tell you that

(number one rule of siblingship: Never be too touchy-feely)

So imagine his surprise when the little punk who usually follows his every step, always under his elbow, asking him to hang out or help with homework, stays glued to the phone even when he sits in the same room

Like.... what?

You barely greet him, a half hearted "Hey, you're home." falling from your lips without even looking at him, and he's offended and hurt at the same time

You're fourteen, sure

He knows you'd start pulling away from him now that you have more than a couple of friends, more subjects to study, and... uh..

Puberty

But he thought it'd go away after a bit, that you'd go back to being his cute little sibling once you realized he is so much cooler than the kids your age

He'd walk past your open door multiple times a day after coming home, trying to see if you were going to invite him to hang out

He'd make tea with a mouthwatering fragrance, put on your favorite show, talk to your parents about going to a very trendy and fun place you'd surely want to go with

Damn, at some point he'd probably even talk to Satoru on the phone, loudly, because he knows you're curious about the pretty white haired teen who always teases you whenever he sees you around Suguru's home

But even then, nothing

Nothing at all

Suguru feels like he's watching the baby he helped learn how to walk turn into an adult and leave him behind

And as a big brother, he's upset, a little petty, and worst of all;

Sulky

Of course, Satoru and Shoko definitely notice, because although Suguru is quiet, he's not staying in a corner looking out of the window while listening to sad music and reminiscing quiet

And of course, they both make fun of him when he explains the situation

"And here I thought Gojo was the unreasonable one."

"Hahaha! I– I can't believe! You're sulking because the little brat isn't talking to you?!"

"Shut up, Satoru, and don't call my baby sibling a brat."

"Hah! You're such a loser, Suguru!"

Needless to say, when Suguru comes home and you're still glued to your phone in the living room, he's not in the greatest of moods

You barely look up when he drops his bag on the table

"Welcome back, Susu."

And because no one ever made a law saying Suguru can't act like Satoru sometimes, the teen flops on the couch and hugs a pillow, not answering you

That, you notice

Your brother always talks to you when he comes back home, even when he is all banged up from whatever they do at school

The sight that greets you is... something

Embarrassing, endearing, definitely pathetic for your big brother

Suguru is pouting, looking down at the pillow his strangling to his chest, his knees pulled up to make himself smaller

Not that it works, he's built like a bean pole

His shoulders brush yours, because even though he's mad, he still misses his cute– annoying little sibling

"Suguru?"

...

"Mr. Suguruuuu....?"

...

"Hey, what's wrong?"

He turns his face away, his hair slapping your face, and pushes more of his body against yours

"What the– Dude, you're squashing me! Suguru, what's wrong with you?!"

Suguru still says nothing, silently letting more and more of his weight to lower on top of you until you're smushed against the couch

Once you're a baby sibling pancake, Suguru finally opens his mouth

"So now you're paying attention to me, huh?"

... Huh?

"Huh?"

Suguru huffs, his hair all over your face, body much bigger and heavier than yours not allowing you to move an inch even though you struggle, and squeezes his pillow

"No, it's fine. Go ahead, ignore your big brother all you want. It's not like I helped mom and dad raise you."

"... Are you kiddi–"

"Yeah, keep your eyes glued to your phone, don't need to talk to me or don't hang out with me– actually, don't even look at me at all, since I'm sure you'd much rather look at your phone."

"You're being such a chil–"

"No, no, by all means! It's not like I miss you or anything."

You sighed with some effort, because Suguru is still on top of you and he's not a lightweight, and thump your head against the soft couch

Sure, you know you've been a little distant from your big brother

But, hey, you're fourteen now!

You have your friends and stuff you wanna do without your brother around

And, really, Suguru is a hypocrite

Ever since he started high school he wouldn't stop talking about the white haired cutie

Which you understood, if only visually because Satoru would often call you pint-sized Suguru

But he also spends time with other people!

"You do know I have other friends."

"So I don't matter to you anymore, is that it?"

"No, I'm just not gonna hang out with you all the time!"

"Well, you haven't been hanging out with me at all."

"Urgh!"

"Yeah, urgh."

God, you really wish more people knew about how pouty and clingy your big bro can get

Maybe they'd stop thinking he was this mature and chill guy

You groan against the couch and your brother presses his back down, pushing the air out of your lungs

"You're so annoying!"

"You used to say you wanted to be just like me when you grew up."

This guy...

You sigh, relaxing and surrendering

You're supposed to meet up your friends this weekend to watch a movie, but two of them can't make it so everyone gave up on it

Might as well use the opportunity

"Fine– I'm sorry, okay? Do– Do you wanna watch a movie this weekend? The one that just came out?"

Suguru stops for a second, letting some of his weight off of you and allowing you to breathe properly

He mutters the name of the movie and you confirm it

"Hmm..."

You can hear the smile on his face and you scoff, the exact same smile pulling at your lips too

"If you promise you'll pay more attention to your neglected older brother, then yeah."

Oh, you so want to take it back

But then again, now that he brought it up, you also miss him

If only a little

Like, a smidge

"Fine, I won't ignore you anymore. Happy?"

Suguru took a moment to answer before turning around to press a loud and gross older brother kiss on the back of your head

Now you have to take a shower

"Very happy."

He sounds smug and satisfied, finally a little more relaxed

He really did miss you so much

You're his baby, okay? Growing up too fast will only give him heartaches

And now Suguru can tell Satoru that you don't hate him

Everyone wins

...

"Hey, can you get off now?"

"Hmmm, no, I'm comfortable."

"Well, I'm not! Get off, Suguru!"

"Don't feel like it."

"Suguru!"

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ann-writes-universes · 3 months

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The Jeweler (AzrielxReader)

A/N: Missed you guys <3 Not my best but its cutie.

EDIT (Jan 23.2024): Forgot to add the tag list, srry guys :,) <33333

W.C: 1.3k

Warnings: Slight mentions of smut. Angst?

Winter in Velaris was truly a marvel. As the solstice approached decorations and lights littered the buildings of The Rainbow, and the streets bustled with life as city goers made last minute preparations.

From the frost coated glass of your apartment you watched as families scurried out of the cold, and lonesome travelers slowed by shop windows to take a peek inside. From its place on the wall your clock struck seven and you tore your eyes away from the scene below. If you listened closely enough you could hear as the jeweler, Mr. Krazinski, downstairs, closed up shop for the evening and began to head home for the weekend. As he went about his Friday evening routine- you too began your own. The tea you had been nursing (now cold) was discarded and a bath was drawn full of lavender and other frilly things an herbalist nymph had convinced you to buy earlier in the day. In no time, the pale blue tiles of your bathroom were slick and steam was rolling out from beneath the door- spilling into your hall. In the living room you lit candles, cedar and pine. The fae lights bobbing on your wall were extinguished, only the crackling fireplace radiated light now. The clock struck eight then, and you moseyed towards the bath. You’d take your time there- worship yourself and make sure every inch was perfect. He’d be there by eleven after all. By the time the clock struck nine the bath had drained, bits of lavender and other botanicals slowly drying to the bottom of your tub. You had pulled out your fineries. Lotions, perfumes, wine. At ten you were dressed, a deep emerald number- frilled with lace. Here was the winter solstice tree, lit for the occasion and you standing before it. With only half an hour left you downed your glass of wine, curled up in a chair facing the door. Eleven strikes and the locks begin to turn. Within moments your small doorframe is crowded by seven feet of illyrian muscle and wing. He’s dressed simply this week- dark trousers and a thick cable knit sweater. His wings are pulled tight, remnants

of snow melting off their taloned tips.

“Right on time, Shadowsinger.” You purred, trailing the rim of your glass with your scarlet red finger tip. He hummed his reply, stepping into the threshold of your home and firmly relocking the door behind him- a habit he had when he stayed here. You had always found it quite charming- him locking the door as if the most dangerous creature in Velaris would not be curled up in your sheets within the hour.

“Am I ever late, Jeweler?”

You audibly chuckled then,a noise that had a smile tugging at the Illyiran’s lips as he settled into the couch. Jeweler was a name he had been fondly calling you for years now, ever since he found out where you resided.

“I suppose not.”

He was looking at you then, dragging his eyes back and forth across your frame and the bits of exposed skin. If you had been naive you would have thought it was the surmounting heat of the fire making him shift in his seat. But naive you were not. You placed your wine glass on the floor as you stood and sauntered over to where he sat. Azriel placed his hands on your hips and with one firm tug you were in his lap. He chuckled as you stumbled forward- a flailing thing compared to the elegance with once you just moved. Strong arms enveloped you and the room around you seemed to fade. The troubles of the week melted away as the shadowsinger kissed his way down your neck, across your collar, and down, down, down…

You had lived a long time and experienced many things but the way Azriel made you feel was different than anything you had encountered before. With a stroke of his fingers he had you writhing and moaning gutturally, falling blissfully further away from the world around you. By the time the two of you were spent, the fire had reduced itself to cinders in the hearth. Outside- a blizzard was well into forming, snow pushing its way past the glamors which kept Velaris safe from any real damage.

You lay splayed across the rug before the fire- an afghan he had grabbed slung across your forms. Above your heads, strong cedar beams supported the ceiling. If you squinted, spiders had made homes in the corners and were scurrying dutifully across the wood.

“Sometimes I think about staying here for good.” Azriel mumbled from beside you, his voice halting the soft circles he had been tracing into the bare skin of your side. You let out an airy chuckle at his statement and turned your head to face him.

“So why don’t you?” A question you knew the answer too. One he knew the answer too as well.

He seemed to mull over your words for a moment anyhow before stating, “Because Jeweler, if I saw you everyday- im afraid it would change my life.”

You stared at him for a moment, holding his hardened gaze. He seemed serious- deathly so. But he was not, and you knew that much. Keeping the thought at hand you laughed once more and teasingly shoved at his bare chest as you stood from the floor.

“Of course it would, Shadowsinger. You would be reminded of Mr. Krazinski’s sales everyday instead of every Friday evening.”

Azriel audibly groaned as you pranced towards the bathroom to fetch a robe. When you returned to the living room he was tugging on his pants.

“Why dont you let me take you out to eat next week?” Azriel offered as he slipped his sweater back on. A boot following not far behind it. Leaning in the doorframe of the hallway you smiled tightly but only offered him a shrug.

“You know where I stand on dates, Azriel.”

“Then don't call it a date.” He shot, frustrated that you would not cave.

From across the room you searched his eyes, tried desperately to find something that would make you change your mind- and you… couldn't. You see, you knew who Azriel was. You had known him for the past two decades- and your bed had seen him through some very tumultuous parts of his life. Several times over the years he had tried to take it further than pleasure, but your answer had always been no. There was no denying he was an attractive male, witty, incredible in bed, and even charming when he chose to be- but most of all he was the Spymaster of Rhysand’s Court. A master of deception and torture. You lived above a jeweler, taught nighttime pottery classes, and drank chai tea. His was not a life you could keep up with. And yours was one he would tire of quickly. To go on a date with Azriel would be to open a door that you were not sure you could step through- terrified of what lay on the other side.

“Im Sorry, Azriel. You know I-” Before you could finish he smiled tightly and nodded.

“You cant. I know.” He tugged his jacket on as he spoke and headed towards the door. He did not say goodbye as he left, merely shut the door and locked it behind him. Listening to him clunk down the tiny staircase ached every week- but this one especially so. Yet again he had confronted you with a reality you could very well possess but simply could not yet face. Flopping down onto your couch you poured the last of your long forgotten wine and stared as the liquid swirled in your glass.

He would return next week- inevitably to ask you out yet again. And maybe it was the last of the wine souring your brain as you tossed it back- but as you curled into your bed that night, you thought that maybe next week- just maybe… you would say yes.

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wanderingxiao · 1 year

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-My Goddess-

NSFW, 18+ only Plz~

SPOILERS FOR SUMERU’S ARCHON QUEST BEWARE

Summary: Scaramouche brings you to Sumeru to have you witness his birth as a god, but he didn't plan for your reaction...

Pairing: Fatui! Scaramouche x Female Reader

Warning: Spoilers for Akasha Pulses Archon quest, foul language, god complex Scara, unprotected sex, Scara is nice but mean, degradation, creampie, and little bit of angst and fluff.

Word Count: 5.6K (How tf did this get so long)

Enjoy~

“Look at them, (Y/N)! All those tiny insects… building my chamber where I shall rule over them.” The silver blade that was normally referred to as the balladeer’s tongue was ever so gentle and caring as he gazed upon the contexts of the scholar’s creation. His pale skin shined underneath all the lights, arms outstretched marveling at the glorious creation. The mechanized machine loomed over you both, your place next to the Balladeer forever being cast out by his own shadow. He was an incredibly selfish individual. His goals were never to bring you with him in his accession into godhood. A small pawn on his chess board to dispose of. “Isn’t it magnificent? Everyone, is preparing for my birth into this world, as a god!” His tongue dripped with venomous anticipation, poisoning you to praise him, worship him, and bow before his feet like the underling you now realized you were. “Are you going to stare gawking or are you going to congratulate me on finally achieving godhood after centuries of careful planning?”

“I’m sorry, My Lord. Forgive me for my lack of words.” Your response clearly did not do much for his souring mood upon not receiving your praise. He turned his body towards you, the jingle of the bells on his hat chiming at his slow steps towards you. Your composure remained unchanged in the presence of The Balladeer, his cold expression having no effect on your heart. “Are you not happy that I am finally fulfilling my purpose for being created? I have my heart, and I will use my newfound strength… to rule over the insects of this world that grovel beneath me.” He stopped in front of you, dark lavender eyes gazing directly into your eyes that were unfortunately cast downwards. You knew he was looking, but you didn’t dare meet his gaze, remaining silent instead. This only seemed to anger The Balladeer more. “What’s troubling you? Is there something you dislike about the design? I will have it changed if that is what you want.”

“…What I want, Lord Scaramouche?” The tremble in your voice was evident, there was no hiding anymore exactly how you felt in that moment. The upcoming god could easily pick up on your changed emotions, suddenly becoming stricken with anxiety. “I… I want you back.” It was plain and simple as that. Your first meeting with The Balladeer was nothing short of fate. It was a cold day In Snezhnaya, your village near the Fatui headquarters always patrolled and watched closely. Remembering how the cold snow felt on your bare feet would forever be ingrained in your brain from that day, along with finding The Balladeer practically frozen near a river. He was welcomed into your home for 3 days, secluded due to the raging blizzard that always took the lives of any who dared challenge its icy wind laced touch. “You’re… You’re changing. You’re starting to leave me behind. You… replaced me already.”

“Huh?” His cold tone only fueled the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, still recalling his harsh yet gentle nature as he resided in your home. He voiced his displeasure almost every minute, but he made no effort to walk out and take his chances with the vengeful blizzard. You learned a lot about him during those 3 short days. How he enjoyed bitter tea and despised anything sweet you had to offer him for dessert. The immense sorrow that lingered in his empty chest as he gazed over the stuffed animal in the house. The way he would become engrossed in reading about blade forgery, almost as if he had known about the art for centuries. And lastly, how much the all-powerful Fatui Harbinger detested insects. “What nonsense are you going on about? When did I ever give you the impression, I was every going to let you escape?”

“Just look at what you’re doing, Lord Scaramouche… you’re… ascending far beyond my reach anymore. It’s not a matter of trying to escape from you… you’re just starting to abandon me.” His breath hitched once those words left your soft lips. Never in his life did he ever think you would be saying those words to him. It was anticipated to be the other way around, but the tables had turned now. “You… praise Ms. Haypasia more than you do me…” That wasn’t true. Not to him anyways. You and that other human were completely different. She was just a mere follower, disposable, you were supposed to be by his side forever. “Even the way you look at this thing-“ You turned your head to look up at the machine that hung above. “-as if it’s your everything now. Your time with me has shortened, and the attention you once gave me has dwindled into but a small insignificant grain of dust… The gnosis, this machine… it’s your heart… I wished for you to gaze at me like that… I wished for you to stay with me until the world takes me… I wanted to be your heart.”

“No… that’s- that’s absurd!” His voice wavered just slightly, hands reaching out to grasp your arms, holding you tightly in his grasps. “You… You-“ The words kept getting caught in his throat as he tried to voice his conflicting emotions. After a few seconds of pondering for the right words, the thought died within his throat, choosing to remain silent. “I wish you… all the best, Lord Scaramouche. I’ll never forget my time with you. You will be in my thoughts always… and I’ll worship you until the day I die… I love you.” His breath caught in his throat hearing those words pass from your lips so carelessly. Throwing that phase out to him as if you weren’t about to leave him alone. His body was stiff when you suddenly placed your hands onto his cheeks, the feeling of your warm hands stunning him further. Your face was so close to his, he could feel your nervous breaths, almost hear your heartbeat hammering away at your ribcage. Your lips were soft against his own, moving gently against him even though he showed no sign of returning your affections.

Once you were gone from his touch, the world came crashing.

“You can’t leave. I forbid it.” You only gave him a sad smile, moving your hands off his cheeks. The attempt was quickly stopped by the harbingers intense grip slamming down onto your wrists to stop you. “I didn’t give you permission to leave. You are not allowed to leave my side.” His head was lowered, making it impossible for you to gaze into his dark lavender eyes and gauge exactly what he was feeling at this moment. You had an idea of what it was just by the way his hands trembled while holding you. “Lord Scaramouche, I hope you know I’m not betraying you like the others.” The grip he had on you tightened, his shoulders now trembling, still unable to gauge his emotions. You knew of his history as a puppet, and as the almighty electro archons creation. “I’m letting you go to achieve your purpose you’ve longed for. I won’t keep you grounded any longer. You’ve been through so much; you deserve this opportunity- “

“Then come with me! Let us both ascend together into godhood! Become my goddess. Rule by my side and stay!” The hurt in his voice was now clearer than ever. He was deeply troubled by your decision. To think you would ever consider leaving him drove him mad. All because of your selfless intentions not to hold him back? How absurd! Ever since he began seeing you more and more, he knew he could never let you go. That first kiss sealed his fate with you years ago. “L-Lord Sc-“ He lunged his hand forward to grab your mouth tightly, suppressing any words from coming out as he spoke. “You will be my goddess, whether you like it or not. We will become equals. Do not address me in that way again, or I will have to punish you.” Nodding quickly, your shaky fingers attempted to pry his tight grip off your mouth, slightly taken aback by his sudden outburst. A dark chuckle echoed in your ears when his lips came close to your ear. “Good… now there’s something I must take in order to properly claim you as my goddess. Something… I’ve wanted to do with you for so long.”

Your heart skipped a beat as his lips moved in slow motion in front of you.

“Your body.”

The sounds of machines in the background suddenly become more and more fuzzy as his demand came crashing onto your mind like a dozen bricks. The thrashing of your heart against your ribcage became more violent the more you imagined becoming one with Scaramouche. The relationship between you remained pure and innocent for a long time. The only thing you had ever done with him was hug him or give him a kiss on the head here and there and on very rare occasions give him a real kiss. To excel to something as serious as that? It was all too much for you to handle. You loved him. As much as you didn’t want to in the beginning you couldn’t help but fall in love with the Fatui Harbinger. Through his harsh acts and mean words, all he had ever wanted was to be loved and wanted. His walls broke when you indulged in his buried human desires.

“Kissing won’t be enough for me anymore. Once I finish claiming you… you will permanently be mine, to rule by my side forever, never to part from me. Doesn’t that sound nice? Bound to your god through body and soul. Is that what you want? Will that make you happy?” His questions were making your head spin. He knew the answers to his own questions though, it was all a means to influence you further. You didn’t need to respond to tell him how much you longed to be by his side. “It was idiotic to think you could simply leave after all we’ve been through. Even if you wanted to without such a selfishly selfless reason such as that…” His voice trailed off, slowly letting go of your mouth and replacing his cold hand against your neck, squeezing lightly. “Listen close, I will not repeat this.” He called, leaning towards your ear. His breath was hot despite his body being frigid. You shifted in his grasp, swallowed thickly before he spoke. “I love you too.”

“S…Scaramouche?” Your voice was soft and almost like a faint whisper whisked about by the clattering noise around you. That was the first time he had ever admitted such feelings towards you. His cheeks were a soft pink, scowling at you and himself in disgust over his emotionally human confession. He didn’t give you another second to speak or breathe before he attached his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. In an instant, you melted into his touch, your shaky uncertain hands coming to rest against his cold cheeks, nimble fingers edging closer and closer to his indigo locks. His hair was incredibly soft, so perfect to run your fingers through and pull. His hands came to your waist, pulling your lower body against his. His tongue slipped, parting your lips to rub against your teeth, ordering you to open your mouth for him. You obeyed him, letting him completely consume you. “M-Mmm… Scara-Mph!”

One of his hands came to grab your hair, pulling your head back until he was holding you against him, leaning you back to appropriately dominate you. Your arms wrapped around his neck quickly, scared of falling but knew he would never let you go. His tongue darted inside your mouth, swirling around your mouth in needy passion. His teeth clanked against yours as he pushed himself deeper, his tongue reaching the deepest parts of your mouth. Precious oxygen was beginning to become necessary, but you didn’t want to pull away from his blissful and loving touches. A low groan echoed into your mouth being swallowed by your small gasp of air before he closed you off again with his lips. You could feel yourself beginning to get weak in your knees, slowly falling to the floor while Scaramouche kept you close to him. He parted from you finally, a string of saliva connecting your tongues until he licked it away and swiped his tongue over his lips.

“Already weak from one kiss? Hah, how pathetic you truly are. It’s a nuisance that you’re human, that’ll change in due time if you’re going to be my goddess.” You didn’t understand what he had meant by those words, but you did know that your remaining strength dropped once he gazed into your eyes with a powerful, dominating lust. God were his eyes just hypnotizing. His gaze followed to all the workers in the large area, irking him further as he realized he had been too distracted by you. “Hey! All you pests! Get out!” His voice was booming and loud, his tone laced with toxic authority that should not be dared challenged. The workers all looked confused and exchanged glances, further angering the ascending god. “Are you all deaf? I said, get the fuck out!” The workers scurried away in fear, leaving all their tools, and exiting the area. He turned back towards you, his lips curling into a sadistic smirk. “Come, my goddess.”

“Y…Yes, Scaramouche.” You shakily rose, clambering into his arms as he drug you up into the chamber of the machines head. It was sparkling red, its contents almost like you were floating into space. He swished his hand out, the machine face closing behind you, trapping you inside with the godly creation of an archon. As soon as those doors were closed, his lips were on yours again, this time more desperate and needy. His hands were trailing up and down your body, exploring his inexperienced hands over every curve and crevice that your body hid. A sigh left his lips into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of how soft and smooth your breasts were. “Tsk. Childe is always chattering about how pleasant these feel… damn idiot was right about one thing for once.”

His hands continued to knead and squeeze your breasts, getting rougher each second hearing your soft sighs of pleasure. “Yeah? You like that don’t you? So filthy.” His lips curled and arched into a grin, his perfect teeth showing just how amused he was at how much you were loving his touch. It gave him a confidence boost. Truth be told he’d never done anything like this either, only read about from human books or got lectured about it from Childe or La Signora. “Yes, Scaramouche… it… it feels good.” He gave a raspy laugh, narrowing his eyes as you tilted your head to the side, eyes closing as you could only focus solely on the way his hands kneaded you. He took this invitation and leaned forward, his hot breath fanning over your delicate skin before sinking his teeth into you. He pushed you back against one of the walls, one hand slamming against it while his other continued to squeeze and grope. “Mmm! Wait-! Ngh…”

“No one gave you permission to talk back to your god. So hush, and be a good girl for me. Even your fragile body can do so much as that can’t it?” His voice was low and husky, his tongue slowly moving over the indentions in your flesh made by his teeth. A shiver slipped through your spine at the cool feeling of his salvia colliding with the cool air, your back arching into his greedy hands. Both his hands came and started to tear at your shirt, the sound of fabric ripping echoing in your ears that made your heart rate increase. He fumbled with the clothing that didn’t come off right away and yanked it off you, tugging and pushing your body to and from him. Once your shirt was completely off, he started to wander his eyes up and down your body, his cheeks a soft pink as his virgin eyes soaked in every bit of your untouched, pure skin. “Wow… if I had known that your body was this beautiful, I would’ve taken you for myself a long time ago. Haha, not as if I would let you go to begin with.”

“S-Scara… s-stop staring please, it’s embarrassing…” Your head turned to the side, squeezing your eyes closed trying not to focus on his hard gaze over your half-naked form. A low growl rumbled through his chest, his hands grabbing ahold of your waist tightly and leaning forward to aggressively kiss and bite your neck. “There you go again, ordering me around. Must I put you in your place the hard way?” He took a firm step forward, trapping you completely against his chest and the wall. You could only pant in response, whimpering in embarrassment as you urged your hands not to cover yourself. His head craned down, his eyes now intently staring at the gorgeous sight of your cleavage, fleshly mounds almost falling out of your bra from how they were pushed against his chest. “Let’s take this off and see the real thing, shall we?”

“O-Okay…” You pushed forward a bit, leaning into Scaramouche while his cool fingers traced up your back to find the clasps of your bra. His nimble fingers fumbled slightly, cursing under his breath trying to get the damn thing unclasped. Once he finally got the clasp undone, he pulled the back forwards, the straps adorning your shoulders becoming loose. “Shaking already? I’ve barely touched you yet.” You hadn’t even realized you were shaking until he made it known to your flushed ears. You were incredibly nervous. “There’s no need to worry so much, my dear goddess.” His hands wandered up your arms, lightly grasping the straps before pulling them down and letting your bra drop to the floor. Your hands twitched harshly upon feeling bare in front of him, the urge to cover up becoming increasingly more prominent. “Your god will take real good care of you. I’ll make sure you feel the best you ever have in your entire pathetic mortal life.”

“Y…Yes, sir.” You opened your eyes slowly, cheeks instantly flushing realizing he was staring intently at you. The deep pits of his irises lulled you in to fall deeper into the endless hole of desire and love. His eyes lowered to your bare chest, his own smooth cheeks becoming pink in surprise and embarrassment. He was starstruck. The beautiful curves and swells of your breasts were mesmerizing to him, and let’s not skip over the fact your nipples were cute and erected for him. He tested the waters of this new experience, pinching your nipple between his index and thumb, awaiting your response. A whimper fell upon his mechanical ears, his body urging him to do more for you. His fingers rolled the erect bud, causing your body to arch into his touch, a quiet moan resonating from your swollen lips. He groaned lowly at the noise. “Fuck… that’s hot. Give me more. Submit yourself to me, completely.”

His lustful actions continued, rolling and pinching your nipples while his eyes stared Intensely at your expressions, watching each and every twitch and wince of pleasure. He quickly found himself now addicted to making you feel good. Your sweet noises caused by his hands was such a turn on for him. Once he was done with your chest, he moved down to your hips, rubbing your hips soothingly before hooking his slender fingers around your panties and pants and pulled them down swiftly. A harsh shake shuddered through your body feeling more exposed before him. Of course, you’d never done anything like this before. It was all so embarrassing. For Scaramouche, it was all new and exciting. Seeing your voluptuous body on display for him, completely bare and vulnerable for him to pray on.

“You look so humiliating standing here, shaking before me. It looks as if your legs are about to give up on you.” He mused, lips curling into a sly and cocky smile watching you quiver beneath him. His dark lavender eyes trailed up and down your body, quietly admiring all your natural beauty. He couldn’t help but stare down at your nether regions, accented by tufts of swift curls. His hand came slowly, his slender fingers running over your upper thigh slowly. Your back arched in his cool touch, lip catching between your teeth trying not to cover up or run away from him. The thin digits of his hand slid across your thigh to run his finger down the middle of your folds, feeling the lewd slick that had started to gather and threaten to drip onto the floor. “It’s all wet and slippery down here. How lewd of you. Maybe I was wrong about you, maybe you are a dirty girl after all, hmm?”

“N-No… It’s… it’s because of you.” His eyes glimmered with lust hearing your confession, body involuntarily shuddering. He could feel a faint pulse in his shorts. It was at that moment he secretly thanked his creator for at least one damn thing. A dick to give you a nice, good fucking with (she really just wanted him to look as real as possible). The puppet grinned watching your shy eyes shift to meet his in a long and loving gaze, tainted with hints of lust. He leaned forward slowly not to startle you and captured your lips in an oddly soft and passionate kiss. Your body instinctively relaxed upon feeling his embrace, allowing him to slip his fingers up and inside. Your back arched into him, suddenly becoming tense and breaking the passionate kiss your lover initiated. “Ngh… f-feels weird, Scara…”

“Y-Yeah, it’s fucking tight.” His once confident voice was wavering as his finger was clenched tight by your hot gummy walls. The puppet experimented with his finger as he moved it around, feeling your cunt’s curvy walls and tight squeeze. “S-Scaramouche… Hmm.” He watched your expression closely before he added a second finger. You gave a pitiful cry of discomfort upon his second finger being added. His body shuddered, hips bucking forwards desperate to feel something, it was beginning to get painful. He used his non occupied hand and shyly placed your hand against the bulge poking out from under the metal plate that guarded his hips. The ascending god shuddered in ecstasy upon the light contact, a low growl emanating from his chest. “Touch me.” It wasn’t a request; it was an order.

“Mmm, Scara, I-it’s so… so hard.” A quiet mewl left your lips when your hand hesitantly started to rub and squeeze against the tip of his cock. Scaramouche moaned lowly against your face, a flurry of curses leaving his lips once you got more confident with him. If you were to get confident with him why not he do the same? He started thrusting his fingers into your core, his slender digits reaching deeper and deeper with every movement. You both were moaning into each other’s face, your hot breaths adding fuel to the already out of control fire of desire. “Fuck I need this. I need you.” Your lover pulled his fingers out, admiring the lewd fluid on his digits. You gasped once his fingers left, your cunt squeezing at nothing, disappointed at the loss of his fingers. A harsh clank echoed in the red sparkling space around you as Scaramouche removed the metal plate adorning his hips. “Strip me. Use your pretty shaking fingers and take off everything.”

His word was law. You began running your fingers over his chest, carefully removing the electro symbol that usually gleamed in the light against his chest. You stripped him carefully until all that was left was his shorts. The bulge was clearly now present, showing you just how big it was. His skin was so smooth without blemish or scar or scrape. His complexion was utterly perfect. He was crafted for godly hood after all. “Well? Go on. Take ‘em off. I did tell you everything didn’t I? Or is your head to far in the clouds to even comprehend your god’s order?” You shook your head before you carefully slid down the shorts that adorning Scaramouche’s thin hips. The harsh thumping of your heart echoed within your ears meeting his erect member, standing tall and proud. Your eyes shifted up to him, blushing more seeing how red his face was too. “Scara-“

“Shut up and turn around.” He roughly turned you around and grabbed your hips, pulling your ass back against his hard erection. A surprised gasp flew from your mouth feeling the touch of his length against you. His hands wandered up your back to carefully grab your hair, pulling your head back to place kisses against your shoulder and neck. “Are you ready for the main event? To become my goddess and rule by my side? Tell me.” He pulled a little harder, his voice attempting to sound dominant and hungry but only coming out as desperate and a bit nervous. A faint affirmation left your tongue, leaving the godly puppet to hastily locate your entrance with the tip of his engorged cock. “Good girl.” The tenderness of his lip caught between his teeth once he found it, slowly pushing it in before looking up to watch your reactions.

A wince escaped onto your expression, the stretch of his length in your inexperienced hole becoming overwhelming. His eyes continued to watch you closely, his grip on your hair loosening when he dropped his hand down to your hip. He could see the way your jaw clenched, the way your eyes scrunched, and it sent a flurry of panicked thoughts through his mind. He never intended to hurt you. He had heard this was supposed to be a pleasurable act, something that would deepen your relationship and make it nearly impossible for you to leave. Even though the puppet had lived through centuries, he was still a bit naive. His hips halted, hands lightly caressing you in fear that you might pull away from him.

“Hey… If you’re in pain say so. Don’t be a stubborn brat.” You shook your head and turned to gaze lovingly into his eyes with a smile. His face bloomed in a light shade of red. “P-Please continue, Scaramouche. I want you too.” He gave you a glare, tender lips turning into a deep frown out of embarrassment of your actions. He leaned forward to kiss you again, his body urging him to seal his lustful acts with a loving kiss to solidify your bond to him. He pushed his hips up until his groin was flush against the plushness of your butt. A whine of pain came to his ears, only pushing him to please you more with his lips. The tight squeeze of your velvety walls had his mind clouded in ecstasy. The temptation to begin bucking his hips into you at a ruthless pace becoming all the more irresistible. ��Scara-“

“I know. Shut up and keep kissing me.” Your lips came back to his, your mouth open to allow his tongue to mark and claim you once more. You could feel him slowly pulling his length out, making you feel empty inside before he suddenly thrust his hips back inside. A quiet cry of pain fused with pleasure echoed from your throat, your lover grunting in response to the tight squeeze around his length. Your fragile mind couldn’t choose what it wanted to focus on. The way Scaramouche’s tongue easily pulls you into him or the possessive way he begins to buck his hips to push his cock to the deepest parts of your pussy. It was all so overwhelming you couldn’t help but mindlessly moan and sigh at each thrust of his hips and flick of his tongue.

“That’s it, hah, good girl.” The praise of your god sent goosebumps down your spine, the urge to gaze into eyes while he claims you urging you to attempt to turn around. He stops you quickly and pushes your shoulder harshly to keep your face away from seeing him. “Stop moving and -ngh- just enjoy what I’m giving you, hah.” Truth was he didn’t want you to see what kind of expression he was making. His brows were furrowed, cheeks a lovely shade of pink with heavy pants coming from his swollen lips. He himself was beginning to get lost in the tender squeeze of your cunt around his cock. He had never experienced something that felt so good, he would definitely find himself getting addicted to this feeling. “P-Please -mm!- wanna see you, Scara.”

“Tsk! Fine, if it’ll stop your whining.” Before you knew it, an empty feeling engulfed you before you were spun around and shoved up against the wall by your lover. He lips met yours harshly before he sheathed himself back inside, almost knocking the air out of you at the sudden action. He ruthlessly thrust his hips against yours, lewd noises coming from below you as your sexes collided again and again. A musky smell enveloped the small space of the crimson galaxy that surrounded. The sound of your sweet moans filled the former Fatui Harbinger’s ears, spurring him to become rougher and more possessive in his actions of love making. The feeling of the mushy head of his cock kissing the entrance of your cervix sent you spiraling into the depths of lust.

“Feels good, Scara, ahhh, feels so good.” Your lover’s indigo hair brushed over your forehead as he pressed against you, his deep lavender eyes burning holes into your soul from his heated, obsessive gaze. Scaramouche sighed in bliss against your face, his indigos brows furrowing while he continued to quicken his pace. “Fuck, it feels fucking ama- ngh!- amazing! You like it don’t you? Shit… like when your god makes you good like this? Yeah? Huh? Hah, hah, answer me!” Lust dripped off every word of his sharp tongue. You could only cry a feeble ‘yes’ with a meek call of his name. The lewdly wet sounds of his hips snapping against yours increased, your walls becoming tighter around his pulsing cock. “S-Scara! Hmm! Wait! Something- Somethings coming! P-Pull out!”

“Come undone for me. Ngh, yes, yes- damnit!” His thrusts began to become sloppy and mismanaged, hot and heavy pants coming out of your sexy lover. Your hands raked down his back, clawing at his skin for something to cling onto while a tight feeling began to build in your lower abdomen. Scaramouche’s hands pressed your hips against the wall, ramming his cock as deep as he could, holding you in place. His face buried into your neck, moaning uncontrollably as he neared his sweet release. “Scara, Scaramouche, p-please! Hmm!! Can’t hold it! It’s co- Ahh!” Your warning for him was cut off by a loud moan as you felt the previous buildup of pleasure snap in your abdomen. Scaramouche felt your walls tighten around him and your climax splattering onto his groin.

“Fuck!” His head fell to your chest, letting out a loud moan before giving one firm and harsh thrust inside before he could feel his length twitching, releasing all his sticky seed inside you, overflowing to the point it started to come out of your connected sexes. You both were panting heavily, holding each other tightly as you attempted to calm down from the immense emotions and feelings you both had undergone. A wave of drowsiness washed over your form, your legs numb and heavy, eyelids becoming droopy. “S-…Scara?” The god lifted his head to gaze at your tired expression. A quiet huff slipped through his nostrils as he carefully pulled out of you, a mixture of your sinful fluids splattering to the floor. You let out a soft whine at the empty yet full feeling down there. Scaramouche held you tight, supporting you and your weak state to sit against the floor, pulling some of your clothes over to cover you up. “Tsk… look how weak you’ve become after just one round. We’ll have to change that.”

“You’ve… done this before?” The pure look of disgust on his face let you know that that was not the case. He gave you a soft glare, flicking your head at your stupid accusation. “Are you stupid? No. Reading and having to babysit Childe and listen to his bratty bantering taught me more than I cared to know… but I guess it came useful after all.” You gave a sleepy smile and a small laugh, laying your head into his chest. You felt safe in his arms. Out of all the horrible things Scaramouche has done, you knew deep down that he would never even imagine hurting you. He would always protect you. “Sorry… and I’m sorry about the things I said… I just… want what is best for you, Scaramouche. You truly do deserve the best.” There was a comfortable silence that followed your apology, your lover contemplating how he should respond.

“…you really are stupid, you know that?” He gave a frustrated and annoyed sigh and pulled you closer to his thin frame, embracing you with a flustered blush on his cheeks. A soft hum came from your place on his chest, your body slowly succumbing to your drowsiness, but not before you proclaimed your love one last time. “Thank you… Scara. I love… you…” Once Scaramouche could hear your soft breathing and faint snoring, he gave a quiet sigh and lifted his gaze up to the crimson galaxy of the mechanical mask you both were confined in. He felt like his chest was about to burst open, body on fire, lips twitching uncontrollably as he held back a gentle smile, something he wished to show you. One day… when the entire world is at his feet, and the people of Teyvat worshipped only him, he would show you that gentle side of himself. When he knew it was safe.

“I… love you too, stupid idiot.”

“Are you deaf, or just stupid?”

-Scaramouche

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It Was a Misunderstanding

❦ Paring: Yeonjun x Reader

❦ Summery: Yeonjun is the CEO of a very rich and well known company. The other members of txt, Felix and Wooyoung work for him with a bunch of other colleagues. Y/N is Yeonjun’s childhood friend and Assistant and the two have a not so secret crush on each other but finding the right time to confess is tricky

❦ Style: Office AU, romance, friendship, SFW, OneShot

❦ Word Count: 7,099

Y/N's days at the bustling headquarters of Choi Yeonjun's enterprise were a blend of admiration and concealed affection. As the CEO's right hand and a friend since their sandbox days, she navigated her professional duties with a quiet grace, always marvelling at Yeonjun's charisma and leadership. Starting his venture at a mere nineteen, Yeonjun had grown it into a powerhouse, alongside a loyal crew that included his friends Soobin, Hueningkai, Beomgyu, Taehyun, Wooyoung, Felix, and ChanBin.

One particular morning, Y/N was arranging files in Yeonjun's spacious, glass-walled office when Beomgyu strolled in, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Morning, Y/N! How's our hardest-working assistant today?" he chimed, leaning against the doorframe.

Y/N offered a small smile, "Busy as always, Beomgyu. Yeonjun's schedule is packed."

Beomgyu's gaze followed Yeonjun, who was chatting animatedly with a group of female colleagues. The women were giggling at something he said. Y/N felt a familiar twist in her stomach, her gaze lingering a moment too long.

Catching the look, Beomgyu nudged her playfully. "Still pining over Mr. CEO, huh?"

She shot him a warning glance. "Keep it down, Beomgyu. And it's not like that."

"Oh, come on, Y/N. I see how you look at him. And how he looks at you," Beomgyu winked, but then his tone softened. "Why don't you tell him?"

Shaking her head, Y/N returned to her files. "It's not that simple. We have a professional relationship, and I can't risk that."

Beomgyu shrugged. "Suit yourself. But I think you're underestimating Yeonjun's feelings."

As the day progressed, Y/N found herself alone in the office with Yeonjun, who was reviewing a contract. The atmosphere was calm, comfortable, yet charged with an unspoken tension.

"Y/N, can you check these figures?" Yeonjun's voice broke the silence. She approached, leaning over the document.

Their shoulders brushed slightly, eliciting a silent, electric charge between them. Y/N's heart raced, but she focused on the numbers.

"These look accurate," she confirmed, her voice steady.

Yeonjun nodded, their eyes meeting briefly. "Thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you."

The moment lingered, an unspoken acknowledgment hanging in the air. But then, Yeonjun's phone buzzed, shattering the stillness. He glanced at it and sighed. "I have to take this. Work never ends."

In the days following, the teasing from Soobin, Taehyun, and Hueningkai became a regular occurrence, all thanks to Beomgyu's inability to keep a secret. Y/N, though embarrassed, took it in stride, her cheeks often flushing a delicate pink whenever Yeonjun was mentioned.

One afternoon, Y/N was diligently working at her desk when Taehyun and Hueningkai approached, grinning mischievously.

"Hey, Y/N, have you seen the way Yeonjun looks at you?" Taehyun teased, leaning against her desk.

Hueningkai joined in, "Yeah, it's like he's got hearts in his eyes!"

Rolling her eyes, Y/N tried to dismiss them. "You guys are imagining things. He's my boss, nothing more."

Just then, Soobin strolled up, a sly smile on his face. "Speaking of our dear boss, look over there."

They all turned to see Yeonjun in his office, his gaze fixed on Y/N. As he tried to take a sip of his tea, he was so lost in his observation that he completely missed his mouth, spilling tea down his shirt.

The group burst into laughter, trying to muffle their sounds as Yeonjun looked around, confused about what had happened.

"Classic Yeonjun," chuckled Beomgyu, who had just joined the group. "Can't even drink tea properly when Y/N's around."

Y/N felt a mix of amusement and embarrassment. "Guys, please, let's not make a big deal out of this."

Soobin, wiping a tear from laughing so hard, said, "Oh, we're not. It's Yeonjun making it a big deal."

The day continued with playful banter, and Y/N couldn't help but smile at the camaraderie. However, she couldn't shake off the feeling that Yeonjun's gaze lingered on her longer than necessary.

Later in the day, Yeonjun called Y/N into his office to discuss an upcoming meeting. As she entered, she noticed he had changed his shirt.

"Spilled some tea earlier?" Y/N asked innocently, trying to keep a straight face.

Yeonjun, slightly embarrassed, chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I need to work on my multitasking skills."

Their eyes met, and there was a brief moment of silent communication, a shared secret in their smiles. Y/N quickly shifted the topic to work, but the light-hearted moment stayed with her.

As they worked through the details of the meeting, Yeonjun's demeanor was professional, but there was a warmth in his voice that hadn't been there before. Y/N found herself more aware of his presence, the way he ran his fingers through his hair when concentrating, and the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled.

After finishing the work discussion, Yeonjun casually asked, "So, how do you deal with all the teasing from the guys? I hope they're not too much."

Y/N shrugged, "It's all in good fun, I guess. They're just being themselves."

Yeonjun nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. "They're good friends. We're lucky to have them around."

"Yeah, we are," Y/N agreed, feeling a sense of warmth at the acknowledgement of their shared history and friendship.

The office was buzzing with the usual hum of activity as Y/N busied herself with the printer, aligning papers and setting up the printing queue. Her focus was so intense that she barely noticed the approach of a suave-looking gentleman until he cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, is this where I can get some help with the printer?" he asked with a charming smile.

Y/N looked up, slightly startled. "Oh, yes. What do you need?"

As she assisted him, the man tried to strike up a conversation, leaning in slightly. "You know, I've never been good with machines, but I'm great at making connections with people. Especially with someone as helpful as you."

Unaware of his intentions, Y/N nodded, focusing on the printer. "Well, machines can be tricky. It's all about understanding how they work."

From their nearby desks, Felix and Wooyoung watched the interaction with growing amusement. Felix nudged Wooyoung, whispering, "Is this guy trying to flirt with Y/N?"

Wooyoung, trying to stifle a laugh, replied, "Yeah, and she's totally missing it. This is gold."

Beomgyu, overhearing their whispers, joined in the observation. "Oh, this is too good. Y/N's cluelessness is legendary."

As the man continued his attempts at flirtation, Y/N remained blissfully unaware, her mind on the task at hand. "If the paper jams, just open this tray here. It usually solves the problem."

The man, trying a different tactic, leaned closer. "You know, I believe in solving problems too, especially heart-related ones."

Y/N, finally looking up, responded with a puzzled expression. "Heart-related? Do you work in healthcare?"

Before the man could respond, Yeonjun walked into the area, papers in hand, ready to distribute assignments. He paused, noticing the small crowd around Y/N and the stranger's obvious flirting.

Beomgyu, watching Yeonjun's reaction, couldn't help but chuckle. "Looks like the tables have turned, boss."

Yeonjun, trying to appear nonchalant, asked, "What's going on here?"

Y/N, still oblivious to the man's intentions, cheerfully responded, "Oh, just helping with a printer issue."

The man, seizing the opportunity, extended his hand to Yeonjun. "I'm just thanking your wonderful employee here for her help. She's quite the expert."

Yeonjun, with a polite but tight smile, took his hand. "Glad to hear our team is helpful. If there's nothing else, Y/N has other tasks to attend to."

The man, getting the hint, thanked Y/N again and walked away. Felix and Wooyoung were now openly chuckling, enjoying the scene that had just unfolded.

As Yeonjun handed out the papers, Beomgyu leaned in and whispered, "Never thought I'd see the day when our fearless leader gets out-flirted."

Yeonjun shot him a look, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Focus on your work, Beomgyu."

Y/N, finally realizing what had just happened, turned a shade of red. "Was he... flirting with me?"

Felix, unable to contain himself, replied, "You're like a romance novel protagonist, oblivious to the world's affections."

The group shared a laugh, the tension easing. Yeonjun, joining in the laughter, added, "Let's get back to work, everyone. And maybe keep the flirting to a minimum?"

As they dispersed, Y/N couldn't help but smile at the camaraderie and light-heartedness of the moment. Yeonjun lingered a moment longer, sharing a knowing look with Y/N before returning to his office. The office of Choi Yeonjun's company had become a hub of not just business, but also light-hearted teasing and camaraderie. It seemed like every new colleague who joined the team couldn't help but be charmed by Y/N's beauty and grace. Her obliviousness to their advances became a source of amusement for the rest of the team.

"Did you see the new guy? He was practically tripping over his words talking to Y/N," chuckled Hueningkai, as he recounted the latest incident to Beomgyu and Taehyun in the break room.

Beomgyu, sipping his coffee, added, "And there she was, cluelessly explaining the company's filing system as if it's the most fascinating topic in the world."

Taehyun, leaning against the counter, smirked. "It's hilarious how she's completely unaware of the effect she has on people."

Yeonjun, passing by the break room, overheard the conversation. His expression flickered with a hint of annoyance. Despite his usual playful demeanor with the female staff, he knew it was nothing serious. However, seeing other men vie for Y/N's attention was a different story altogether.

Felix and Wooyoung, always keen on stirring things up, sometimes joined in the teasing. "Let's go ask Y/N for some 'help' with the printer again," Felix suggested with a mischievous grin.

Wooyoung nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let's see if we can get another priceless reaction from Yeonjun."

They all shared a laugh, knowing that at the end of the day, their teasing was just a part of the family-like atmosphere in the company. They all knew how smitten Yeonjun was with his childhood friend, though it remained an unspoken truth.

But the mood in the office shifted when the workload increased. Yeonjun, usually the epitome of calm and collected, appeared more stressed and tired, his desk piled high with papers and his eyes reflecting the weight of responsibility.

During these times, the team knew to tone down the joking. However, a new employee, unaware of the unspoken office dynamics, made the mistake of trying to flirt with Y/N at the wrong time.

As Y/N patiently explained a procedure to the new worker, Yeonjun's patience snapped. He marched over to the new guy after Y/N had left and handed him a stack of files. "Here, this should keep you busy. We value hard work over here," he said, a bit more sharply than usual.

Y/N, noticing the tension, approached Yeonjun later in his office. "Is everything okay? You seemed a bit... tense earlier."

Yeonjun sighed, running his hands through his hair. "It's just the workload. And I guess I'm not a fan of the new guy's approach to... teamwork."

Y/N smiled gently, understanding his underlying concern. "Why don't I take some of these files off your hands? It'll give you some breathing space."

Grateful for her offer, Yeonjun handed her a few documents. "Thanks, Y/N. I don't know what I'd do without you."

As they worked together, the stress seemed to melt away from Yeonjun's shoulders. The atmosphere returned to its usual light-heartedness, albeit a bit subdued. Y/N's day had stretched longer than usual, with a pile of reports that needed Yeonjun's approval before she could call it a night. Approaching his office, she knocked softly, but there was no response. Curious, she gently pushed open the door, only to find Yeonjun asleep at his desk, his face buried in his arms.

Moving quietly, she placed the paperwork on a clearer part of his cluttered desk. It was late, the office mostly empty, and she didn't have the heart to leave him like that, exhausted and slumped over his work.

She glanced at his computer screen and noticed that he hadn't much left to do. With a thoughtful frown, Y/N decided to finish the remaining work herself. It didn't take long, and soon she was sending off the final emails.

Now came the tricky part – waking him up. She gently shook his shoulder. "Yeonjun, wake up. It's late, and you need to get home."

He stirred, blinking slowly, still half in his sleep. "I need to finish my work..."

Y/N, with a soft smile, reassured him. "It's done. You finished it but fell asleep soon after. Let me drive you home."

He nodded, still groggy, as she helped him into his blazer and guided him out of the office.

The next morning, Yeonjun arrived at the office, his mind still foggy from the previous night. He was sure he had left work unfinished, but to his surprise, he received calls from partners expressing their satisfaction with the completed projects.

Realization dawned on him – Y/N must have finished the work while he slept. A wave of warmth and embarrassment washed over him, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

His day was a mix of gratitude and sheepish smiles, thinking about Y/N's kindness. His colleagues noticed his unusually bright demeanor.

Felix, always quick to notice changes, nudged Beomgyu and whispered, "Look at Yeonjun. He's grinning like he won the lottery."

Beomgyu, smirking, replied, "Maybe he finally realized how awesome Y/N is."

Hueningkai joined in, "Or maybe he's just happy he didn't have to finish that boring paperwork."

Yeonjun, overhearing their whispers, just shook his head with a laugh, his heart still doing flips at the thought of Y/N's thoughtful gesture.

Throughout the day, the playful teasing continued, with colleagues both male and female commenting on his good mood.

"Did you have a good dream last night, boss?" Taehyun asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Or did you finally find a magic solution to get through paperwork faster?" Soobin added, grinning.

Yeonjun, still with the same goofy grin, replied, "Let's just say I have a great team. Couldn't ask for better."

As the day progressed, the light-hearted atmosphere of the office was a constant reminder of the special bond they all shared. Y/N, unaware that Yeonjun knew she had completed his work, went about her day as usual, her presence bringing a sense of calm and joy to the office.

Yeonjun's appreciation for her grew even more, though he kept his feelings to himself, cherishing the bond they had built over the years. In the bustling café of the office building, Y/N, Soobin, and Beomgyu were enjoying a much-needed lunch break. Their conversation was light-hearted, filled with laughter and the occasional office gossip. Soobin, however, soon checked his watch and sighed.

"Looks like I've got to head back. Deadlines wait for no one," he said, standing up with a reluctant smile.

Left alone, Y/N and Beomgyu continued their meal. After a moment of silence, Beomgyu leaned forward, a curious glint in his eyes. "So, I saw you with Yeonjun last night. I was staying late for my project. He didn't look too good when you helped him out."

Y/N nodded, stirring her coffee. "Yeah, he was really exhausted. I couldn't just leave him there like that."

Beomgyu, seizing the opportunity, prodded further. "So... have you ever thought about telling Yeonjun how you feel? I mean, it's pretty clear you both have something for each other."

Y/N's face flushed slightly. "I don't know, Beomgyu. It's not that simple. We've known each other for so long, and I don't want to ruin what we have."

"But don't you think it's about time?" Beomgyu pressed. "You guys have been dancing around each other forever. It's like watching a drama but without the climax."

Y/N let out a small laugh, the idea both terrifying and tempting. "I guess it is kind of obvious, isn't it? But what if he doesn't feel the same way?"

"Come on, Y/N. Anyone with eyes can see Yeonjun's got a soft spot for you. And after what you did last night, I bet he's even more smitten," Beomgyu encouraged.

Y/N pondered for a moment, her heart racing at the thought. "Maybe... But I can't just confess out of the blue. I need the right moment, and I'm not even sure what I would say."

Beomgyu, with a mischievous smile, suggested, "How about something like, 'Yeonjun, I've liked you since we were kids, and seeing you asleep at your desk made my heart flutter'?"

Y/N playfully threw a napkin at him. "That's terrible advice, Beomgyu!"

They both laughed, the comfortable atmosphere easing Y/N's nerves. She appreciated Beomgyu's push, even if she wasn't quite ready to take the leap.

Just then, Yeonjun walked into the café, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Y/N and Beomgyu. He approached their table with a casual smile.

"Hey, you two. Mind if I join you for a bit?" he asked, pulling up a chair.

Beomgyu, with a knowing look, stood up. "Actually, I was just about to head back. You guys catch up."

As Beomgyu walked away, he winked at Y/N, leaving her with a mix of gratitude and nervousness.

As the afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the office, Yeonjun and Y/N found themselves in a comfortable conversation about the upcoming company event. Yeonjun, animated and enthusiastic, detailed his plans, while Y/N listened, her mind partly on the conversation and partly on the decision she had made. She was finally going to tell Yeonjun how she felt.

The rest of the day was a blur for Y/N. Her mind raced with thoughts of Yeonjun, their past, and the potential future. She was nervous but resolute. It was time to reveal her feelings.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun's day was a whirlwind of paperwork and meetings. His office was a storm of activity, his focus solely on the mountain of tasks before him. That focus, however, was unexpectedly interrupted when one of his female colleagues entered with some documents.

"Yeonjun, I've finished those reports you needed," she said, her tone lingering a bit too long on his name.

Yeonjun, grateful for her efficiency, smiled kindly. "Thanks, that's really helpful. I've been swamped all day."

However, the colleague didn't leave. She lingered, leaning against his desk, her demeanor shifting. "You know, Yeonjun, I've always admired how hard you work. It's... attractive."

Yeonjun, caught off guard, tried to maintain his professional demeanor. "Uh, thanks. I appreciate your hard work too. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot to get through."

But the colleague was persistent, moving closer, her intentions clear. "Maybe I can help you... relax?"

Yeonjun's eyes widened, and before he could react, she climbed onto his lap and leaned in to whisper something in his ear.

At that exact moment, Y/N, with a heavy heart and trembling hands, reached Yeonjun's office door. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob and opened the door, her mind set on confessing her feelings.

The sight that greeted her stopped her in her tracks. Yeonjun, with the female colleague in a compromising position, his expression one of shock and discomfort. Y/N's heart plummeted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and hurt.

Yeonjun, noticing Y/N, quickly managed to push the woman away. "Y/N, this isn't what it looks like!"

But Y/N, her emotions in turmoil, stammered out an apology. "I... I'm sorry, I should have knocked. I didn't mean to..." Her voice broke as tears welled up in her eyes, and she hurriedly left, slamming the door behind her.

"Y/N, wait! Please!" Yeonjun called after her, but she was already gone.

He rushed out of his office, trying to find her, but she was nowhere to be seen.

In her distress, Y/N almost ran into Beomgyu on the stairs.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Beomgyu asked, concern flooding his voice.

Y/N, tears streaming down her face, managed to say, "I don't need to confess to Yeonjun anymore," before rushing past him.

Beomgyu, filled with worry and anger, stormed back upstairs. He found Yeonjun in the hallway, looking frantic and confused.

"What the hell just happened?" Beomgyu demanded.

Yeonjun quickly explained, his words tumbling out. "She tried to... It wasn't what it looked like. I need to find Y/N!"

Fuming, Yeonjun turned to the female colleague who had caused the misunderstanding. "You're fired," he said sternly, his anger evident. He then hurried off in search of Y/N.

Beomgyu, his gaze cold, turned to the woman in Yeonjun's office. "Get dressed and leave," he said sharply, before following Yeonjun.

Meanwhile, Y/N had reached her car in the parking lot, her mind a whirlwind of hurt and confusion. She started the engine just as Yeonjun reached the car, knocking desperately on the passenger window.

"Y/N, please, you have to listen to me!" he pleaded.

But Y/N, unable to face him or the situation, drove off, leaving Yeonjun standing in the parking lot, his face a mixture of regret and despair. Y/N’s car rolled to a halt in a secluded parking area, the engine’s hum fading into silence. Her breaths came in heavy gasps, a prelude to the emotional deluge she was holding back. Then, like a dam bursting, her tears flowed freely, each one a testament to the heartbreak she felt. The image of Yeonjun with his colleague replayed relentlessly in her mind, each recollection a dagger to her heart.

Her phone vibrated insistently in her bag, the screen lighting up with Yeonjun’s name. She couldn’t bear to answer, the sight of his name only intensifying her anguish. With a trembling hand, she silenced the phone, letting it sink back into the depths of her bag.

Meanwhile, back at the office, Yeonjun’s world was unraveling. His hands shook as he dialed Y/N’s number again, only to be met with the same result - no answer. Pacing his office, his mind raced with thoughts of what he could have done differently.

“Y/N, please pick up,” he muttered under his breath, a mix of worry and frustration in his voice.

Beomgyu, witnessing his friend’s distress, quickly informed Soobin and Felix about the situation. “Guys, Y/N saw something… she got the wrong idea. We need to find her,” he explained, urgency in his tone.

Soobin’s face hardened with concern. “I’ll check her usual haunts - the small café she loves, the park near her place. She might be there.”

Felix, typing rapidly into his phone, added, “And I’ll send out a message in our group chat. Maybe someone’s seen her.”

As the search commenced, Yeonjun felt a sense of despair. “She didn’t even give me a chance to explain,” he said, more to himself than anyone else.

Beomgyu, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, tried to offer some comfort. “She’s just upset right now, Yeonjun. We’ll find her, and you can explain then.”

Yeonjun ran a hand through his hair, his frustration palpable. “But it’s all a misunderstanding! That colleague… she’s been making advances, and I’ve been avoiding her. I never thought… I should have been more careful.”

“We know, Yeonjun. We’ll sort it out,” Beomgyu said, though he too felt a pang of uncertainty.

The office buzzed with low murmurs and concerned glances as the team sensed the tension. The usually vibrant atmosphere was now heavy with worry, the team members casting anxious looks at each other, all equally concerned for Y/N and Yeonjun. Y/N's hands hovered over the ignition, her resolve to drive away and find solace elsewhere crumbling as her car stubbornly refused to start. The engine sputtered and died, echoing her own feelings of helplessness. With a heavy sigh, she reached for her phone, which had been incessantly buzzing with messages and calls from her concerned colleagues.

After a moment of hesitation, she answered Felix’s call. His voice, laced with worry, came through the speaker. "Y/N, where are you? Everyone's worried sick."

Y/N's voice was a fragile whisper, her words punctuated by sniffles. "My car... it won't start. I'm at the small parking lot off Lexington Street."

"Stay right there, I'm coming to get you," Felix responded promptly, his tone reassuring.

After hanging up, Felix quickly relayed the information to Beomgyu. "I found her. Her car's broken down. I'm going to take her to her favorite café, let her have a change of scenery, and hopefully, calm down a bit."

Beomgyu, relieved yet still concerned, approached Yeonjun with the update. Yeonjun, his face a mask of worry, looked up as Beomgyu entered his office.

"Yeonjun, Felix found Y/N. He's taking her to the café she likes. Just... give her some time," Beomgyu advised.

Yeonjun ran a hand through his hair, the tension in his shoulders palpable. "Is she okay? Did she say anything about... about what happened?"

"She's shaken, Yeonjun. And still processing, I guess," Beomgyu said, trying to provide some comfort. "Let's just give her the space she needs right now."

Yeonjun nodded, though his expression remained troubled. "I just wish I could explain everything to her. Clear this mess up."

Back in the parking lot, Y/N waited, her thoughts a chaotic swirl. When Felix's car pulled up, she felt a mix of relief and apprehension. She got into the passenger seat, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

Felix glanced at her with a sympathetic expression. "Hey, let's get you to a better place, huh?"

The drive to the café was quiet, each lost in their own thoughts. Y/N gazed out the window, the world outside passing in a blur, mirroring the turmoil in her mind.

At the café, Felix ordered her favorite drink, hoping to offer some semblance of comfort. They found a secluded table, and Felix gently prodded, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Y/N shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I don't know what to think, Felix. I saw them, and it just... broke me."

Felix reached across the table, offering a comforting hand. "Y/N, I don't know the details, but Yeonjun is worried sick about you. He's not the kind of guy to... you know."

She sighed, a lone tear trailing down her cheek. "I know, but what I saw... How can I unsee that, Felix?"

"Maybe there's more to it? Misunderstandings can be... tricky," Felix suggested, hoping to ease her turmoil.

Y/N nodded, her mind still a tangled mess of emotions. "I just need time, Felix. Time to sort this out in my head."

The tension at the office was palpable the next day. Both Y/N and Yeonjun looked exhausted, the events of the previous day taking a toll on them. Y/N consciously avoided any direct interaction with Yeonjun, speaking to him only when absolutely necessary for work-related issues. The atmosphere between them was strained, a stark contrast to their usual easy camaraderie.

During lunch, Y/N decided to step out with Hueningkai and Beomgyu, seeking a change of scenery and perhaps a momentary escape from the office's suffocating atmosphere.

As they sat at a café, Hueningkai broached the subject cautiously. "Y/N, Yeonjun seems really upset about everything. He wants to talk to you."

Y/N stirred her drink absentmindedly, her gaze distant. "I know, but I just... I need space to think, to process everything."

Beomgyu, looking concerned, added, "He's really not himself, Y/N. I've never seen him like this. He's torn up about what you saw."

Y/N sighed, feeling a pang of guilt amidst her own turmoil. "I just don't know if I'm ready to face him yet."

Back at the office, Yeonjun had stayed in his office for lunch, the untouched food on his desk a testament to his lack of appetite. He hadn’t stepped out all day, immersing himself in work as a futile attempt to distract himself from his emotional turmoil. The office was unusually quiet, the team members treading on eggshells, sensing the tension between their CEO and his assistant.

Later in the afternoon, Y/N gathered the courage to face Yeonjun, carrying some work that needed his attention. She knocked softly on his office door before entering.

Upon entering, she was met with a sight that stopped her in her tracks. Yeonjun’s face showed traces of tears, his usual composed demeanor nowhere in sight. His desk was a chaotic array of papers and files. He hastily wiped his face, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but it was too late. Y/N had seen his vulnerability.

Y/N placed the documents on the corner of his desk, her voice barely a whisper. "Here's the report you asked for."

As she turned to leave, Yeonjun stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He reached out, gently but firmly grabbing her wrist. "Y/N, please wait."

She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. There was a raw emotion in his gaze, a silent plea for understanding.

"Y/N, I... I need you to know that what you saw... it wasn't what it seemed," Yeonjun said, his voice tinged with desperation.

Y/N's heart was racing, a mix of emotions swirling within her. "I... I want to believe you, Yeonjun, but it's hard."

Yeonjun stepped closer, his hold on her wrist loosening but not letting go. "I would never hurt you intentionally. You have to believe me. That... situation was not by my choice. I was trying to... to push her away."

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, a surge of emotions overcame them. Yeonjun leaned in, and impulsively, they shared a kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying the words they couldn't find, the feelings they couldn't express.

As they pulled apart, a stunned silence enveloped them. Yeonjun finally spoke, his voice soft. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I never wanted you to be hurt."

Y/N, still processing the kiss and Yeonjun's words, nodded slowly. "I... I need to think about this, Yeonjun."

She gently pulled away from his grasp and left the office, leaving Yeonjun standing there, a mix of hope and uncertainty on his face.

The day ended with a newfound complexity added to their relationship, a kiss that had broken barriers but also opened a floodgate of questions and emotions that both needed time to navigate. In the days following the unexpected kiss, the atmosphere in the office was thick with unspoken questions and subtle changes. Yeonjun and Y/N remained distant, their interactions limited and strictly professional. Yet, there were moments – fleeting glances, lingering looks – that hinted at the turmoil beneath the surface.

One day, during a team meeting, Soobin couldn’t help but notice the tension. As they all sat around the conference table, he nudged Beomgyu, whispering, “Have you noticed? Yeonjun and Y/N have been… different.”

Beomgyu, who had been observing them as well, nodded subtly. “Yeah, it’s like they’re on different planets, but their satellites are still locked on each other.”

Felix, overhearing their conversation, chimed in quietly, “It’s like watching a drama unfold. Do you think they’ll ever talk about what happened?”

Taehyun, who was usually more focused on work, added his observation. “They need to clear the air. It’s affecting the whole office vibe.”

Hueningkai, the youngest and often the most direct, suggested, “Someone should talk to them. Maybe help them sort things out.”

Wooyoung, who had been listening, smiled wryly. “And who’s going to play the cupid here? It’s a delicate situation.”

The conversation was cut short as Yeonjun began discussing the quarterly targets, but the underlying tension remained palpable.

After the meeting, Y/N found herself alone in the break room, lost in thought. Hueningkai walked in, a concerned look on his face. “Y/N, are you okay? You’ve seemed… off lately.”

Y/N forced a smile, not wanting to burden Hueningkai with her troubles. “I’m fine, just a lot on my mind, you know?”

Hueningkai, not entirely convinced, nodded. “If you ever need to talk, I’m here, okay?”

Y/N appreciated his offer, and as he left, she found herself replaying the kiss with Yeonjun in her mind. She longed for another kiss, not just for the thrill of it, but to confirm if Yeonjun’s feelings were genuine.

Later that day, Y/N was in her office when Beomgyu popped his head in. “Hey, Y/N, a bunch of us are going out for drinks after work. You should come.”

Y/N hesitated, then nodded. “Sure, why not. It might be good to get out.”

That evening, the team gathered at a local bar, the mood light and convivial. Laughter and chatter filled the air, a stark contrast to the tension at the office.

As the night progressed, Y/N found herself seated next to Yeonjun. Their conversation was cautious, yet there was an underlying current of something more. Yeonjun’s glances were more frequent, and Y/N could feel the pull between them.

At one point, Felix, slightly tipsy, leaned over to Y/N and whispered, “You know, Yeonjun hasn’t taken his eyes off you all night.”

Y/N felt a flutter in her chest, her mind racing. Was Felix right? Did Yeonjun still feel something for her?

As the group decided to call it a night, Y/N found herself walking out with Yeonjun. Their steps synchronized, a silent acknowledgment of the connection they shared.

Yeonjun finally broke the silence. “Y/N, about the other day… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Y/N, her heart pounding, replied, “It’s okay, Yeonjun. It was just… unexpected.”

They reached the parking lot, and as they stood next to Yeonjun’s car, the air between them charged with unspoken words. Yeonjun hesitated, then said, “I… I don’t know what this is between us, but I can’t pretend it’s nothing.”

Y/N looked up at him, a mix of hope and uncertainty in her eyes. “I’ve been thinking about… that moment. I’m not sure what to make of it.”

Yeonjun’s gaze held hers, the intensity in his eyes undeniable. “I want to… to know if…”

Before he could finish, Y/N stepped closer, her decision made. She reached up, her hand gently cupping his cheek, and pulled him into a kiss. It was a kiss filled with questions and longing, a search for answers they both needed.

As they parted, both were breathless, the reality of their situation settling in. Yeonjun spoke softly, “We should talk about this… properly.”

Y/N nodded, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. “Yes, we should.”

In the days following their second kiss, the dynamic between Yeonjun and Y/N began to shift gradually but noticeably. Their interactions were no longer strained; instead, there was a newfound ease and warmth. Smiles were exchanged, and conversations flowed more freely. Yeonjun, often caught by his colleagues with a dreamy look in his eye, seemed rejuvenated, his usual energetic self returning.

One afternoon, Yeonjun and Y/N decided to have lunch together at the work café. It was a significant step forward, a chance to talk openly about everything that had happened.

As they sat down with their lunch, Yeonjun took a deep breath. "Y/N, about what you saw with my colleague... I want you to know she forced herself on me. I tried to push her away."

Y/N listened intently, her eyes softening. "I... I should have let you explain. I jumped to conclusions."

Yeonjun reached across the table, covering her hand with his. "It's okay. What matters is we're talking now. And there's something else I need to tell you. I've been in love with you for the longest time."

Y/N's heart fluttered at his confession. She had suspected but hearing it out loud was a different experience.

A few tables away, Beomgyu, Soobin, Felix, Wooyoung, Taehyun, and Hueningkai sat huddled together, trying their best to appear uninterested while sneakily observing the scene.

"Finally, he said it," whispered Taehyun, a smile playing on his lips.

"Shh, they'll hear us," Beomgyu hissed, his eyes not leaving Yeonjun and Y/N.

Back at their table, Y/N and Yeonjun were lost in each other's eyes. Slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, they leaned in for a third kiss. This time, it was longer, deeper, a silent conversation of years of unspoken feelings.

As they pulled away, Y/N finally confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too, Yeonjun. I'm sorry for misunderstanding the situation."

Yeonjun, his eyes shining with emotion, replied, "You don't need to apologize. I just want us to move forward from here." He then pulled her into another kiss, this time more passionately, his hands finding her waist as hers wrapped around the back of his neck.

At the other table, the group let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Finally," Wooyoung said, his tone one of contentment.

Felix chuckled. "About time, right?"

Hueningkai, grinning, added, "This is better than any drama."

Soobin, always the more thoughtful one, commented, "They really needed this. I'm happy for them."

Beomgyu, watching his friends, felt a sense of satisfaction. "Yeah, they've come a long way. They deserve this happiness."

As Yeonjun and Y/N parted from their kiss, they shared a smile, a silent acknowledgment of their mutual feelings and the journey ahead. It was a moment of new beginnings, of love finally expressed and accepted.

The lunch ended with Yeonjun and Y/N returning to their work, but now with a lightness in their steps, a newfound joy in their hearts. As the days passed since Yeonjun and Y/N officially became a couple, the office dynamics took a delightful turn. Yeonjun, previously the epitome of professionalism and restraint, had transformed into the most endearingly smitten CEO imaginable.

One particular morning, Yeonjun entered the office with a bounce in his step, a goofy grin plastered on his face. He made a beeline for Y/N's desk, barely acknowledging the chuckles and knowing looks from his team.

"Good morning, Y/N! Did you see the email I sent you about the team lunch?" Yeonjun asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Y/N, suppressing a smile, replied, "Yes, I saw it. But Yeonjun, you sent it at 6 am. Do you ever sleep?"

Yeonjun, rubbing the back of his neck, chuckled awkwardly. "Well, you know, early bird catches the worm."

Beomgyu, overhearing this exchange from his desk, leaned over to Soobin and whispered, "He's been here since 5:30 am, just waiting for Y/N to arrive."

Soobin shook his head, grinning. "He's got it bad. Remember when he used to be the last one in?"

Their banter was interrupted as Felix shouted across the room, "Hey, Yeonjun, trying to set a new record for the earliest work email?"

Yeonjun just laughed it off, his attention returning to Y/N. "Anyway, about the lunch. I was thinking we could go to that new Italian place. What do you think?"

Before Y/N could respond, Taehyun piped up from his corner, "Make sure it's a big table. We're all expecting to be invited to this 'team lunch.'"

Yeonjun, realizing his transparent attempt to create a lunch date had been foiled, joined in the laughter. "Of course, everyone's invited!"

Throughout the day, Yeonjun found various excuses to be near Y/N. From 'accidentally' needing the same file she was using to asking her opinion on matters he usually handled himself, his ploys were transparent but charming.

At one point, Yeonjun approached Y/N's desk under the guise of discussing a project. Leaning in, he whispered, "I can't wait for lunch. I've been thinking about it all morning."

Y/N, amused by his not-so-subtle affections, replied in a hushed tone, "Focus on your work, Mr. CEO. We can't have you distracted all day."

Their playful banter didn't go unnoticed. Hueningkai, walking by, commented with a smirk, "Get a room, you two."

Lunchtime arrived, and the team headed to the Italian restaurant. As they settled at a large table, the mood was light and cheerful. The team teased Yeonjun and Y/N, but it was clear they all enjoyed the positive energy the couple brought into the office.

"So, Yeonjun, I bet you're planning to 'accidentally' share a spaghetti strand with Y/N, Lady and the Tramp style?" Wooyoung joked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Yeonjun, embracing the joke, replied, "You know, that's not a bad idea. What do you say, Y/N?"

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Let's stick to our plates, shall we?"

The lunch was filled with laughter and friendly ribbing, and Yeonjun and Y/N were at the heart of it. They were like magnets, always drifting back towards each other, sharing smiles and quiet conversations amidst the group's chatter.

As they returned to the office, the mood was lighter than it had been in months. The incident with the female colleague felt like a distant memory, a brief cloud in an otherwise clear sky.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, with Yeonjun sneaking in a quick kiss with Y/N when he thought no one was looking. But of course, his team noticed.

"Did you see that?" Beomgyu said, nudging Felix. "Our CEO's gone rogue."

Felix chuckled. "Yeah, he's completely whipped. It's actually kind of sweet."

As the day wound down, Yeonjun and Y/N left the office together, their hands intertwined. Their relationship had not only brought them happiness but had also infused the entire office with a sense of camaraderie and joy.

Yeonjun turned to Y/N as they walked out, a contented smile on his face. "I never knew work could be this fun."

Y/N squeezed his hand. "That's because you're not just working now. You're living."

They shared a laugh, stepping out into the evening, ready to embrace whatever the future held for them. The office had become more than a workplace; it was a place where love, laughter, and happiness had found a way to coexist beautifully.

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Why nothing makes sense part 7.

Wedding edition

Before I start my little post about why nothing makes sense about this whole wedding and marriage thing, I'd like to declare that I'm not saying or stating that they haven't gotten married or that there wasn't a wedding; this is simply about why nothing makes sense about it.

So the whole wedding debate started when we saw Dennis (Chris's friend) go public and share in his story that Jamie, Bryan, and Mark were together in a bar. This made people immediately jump to the conclusion that they were there because Chris and Alba would get married. Then people posted that Hemsworth, RDJ, and Renner were at a restaurant. According to someone who said they were part of the group who met Hemsworth and Renner, Hemsworth told them that they were in Boston because of Evans's wedding. This was immediately really weird to me, since I doubt Hemsworth would've told random strangers that they were getting married. Chris and Alba didn't talk about getting married publicly, so it was a secret. The public didn't know about the wedding date, if they were engaged, or if they were going to get married. I'm pretty sure Hemsworth knew about this and wouldn't spill any tea, especially to complete strangers. Then things were silent until Dennis went public again and posted a picture of himself and his wife dressed up elegantly. This, again, fueled the fire.

After all of these, we got the Page Six article about them reportedly being married. Obviously, after that, almost every outlet ran with this news and posted their own article, everybody quoting Page Six, even People. Page Six wrote that those who attended the wedding had to sign an NDA and couldn't have their phones with them. This whole NDA thing sounds so interesting to me. We talked about Hemsworth spilling that they are getting married, and I said that I don't think he would do that to a friend, but the fact that he even signed an NDA makes the whole thing even less sensible. I also found the phone thing very interesting. Does that mean he doesn't trust his friends? If they knew they were going to sell the story and share breadcrumbs of it, and even of the second wedding, why couldn't the guests have their phones? So they can control what, when, and how it gets out? So we know that according to the source, they had a private wedding and only invited their close family and friends, yet there were several people missing. I missed Scarlett, Octavia, Mackie, Seb, and from her side, her cousin, who was on vacation with her entire family. Every article mentioned the Avengers, his Marvel co-star being there, but what about those close family members? Why wasn't there any mention of them? According to the article, Emily and John were also there, but I don't think they were actually there. They only mentioned her because they have a movie together.

After people found Scarlett's non-presence weird, they posted an article saying they saw Scarlett and Robert together in Boston. It's really interesting that this article was published after people questioned her whereabouts, and it's also really interesting that there were no sightings of her. So people saw the other Avengers out together in a restaurant and took pictures of them, and even if just one person saw Scar and Robert out, I doubt they wouldn't have taken a picture of those two.

Talking about sightings. Why did nobody see or hear the wedding? I'm not even talking about pictures, but like a DM anon, a blind item, or somebody tweeting something about it. People see him walking Dodger and doing everyday stuff, but nobody sees anything unusual; nobody spots the avenger there? No matter which house or location we are talking about, it's weird that nobody saw, heard, or witnessed anything.

We also have some problems with the location. So Page Six said the ceremony took place in Massachusetts, at their Boston-area home, while People said the wedding was in Cape Cod. While both places are in Massachusetts, they aren't really close to each other. People also said that Hemsworth, Downey, and their wives were photographed having dinner, which we all know is not true because it was his mom. Was Elsa at the wedding? Probably not, and why was his mom there when she doesn't even know Evans or anybody else there? Who knows. Then we got another article from People saying that they were serious very quickly; this was another source exclusive. In this article, the place of the wedding was still Cape Cod. Then there was another People article that said that they had a party in his Boston-area home to celebrate their marriage. According to another exclusive source "a large tent and dance floor were set up at the house", we know this must have been someone who was there because, as I've already mentioned, nobody sent an anon to DM, came to Tumblr, tweeted, or wrote a blind item that they saw, heard, or witnessed anything wedding-related. This article was published on the 12th, which is basically three days after the wedding. People said that the wedding weekend also included a gathering in Cape Cod, which is such an interesting wording since I don't think anybody would call a wedding a "gathering". A wedding is a wedding to me. Here they again said that Elsa was also there, which is still interesting since in the restaurant that was most definitely Hemsworth's mom, not wife. So why wasn't Elsa there? Where was she? And what was Hemsworth's mom doing there in the first place? On the same day, Page Six posted another article where they referred to the People article about the Boston party. Page Six said that the main wedding celebration was in Boston, yet they had another gathering in Cape Cod. So it seems like they still couldn't decide where the wedding was.

I doubt they would've had two gatherings or that they would've held the wedding and the party at a different spot. The Cape Cod private estate would've been perfect, maybe even a better choice for the party, but they definitely could've just gotten married and had a party at his Boston-area home. I didn't really understand why they would've wanted to hold the ceremony and the party in different places, especially since both Concord and Carlisle are almost like a 2-hour car ride from Cape Cod.

The last article we've gotten so far about them was the Portugal wedding one by Page Six. According to another source, there will be a second wedding in Portugal for her family, which is weird since most of them, those who are really important to her, definitely could've attended the MA one. The source called this one also a "gathering" and didn't even know when it would actually be, just that it was going to be "sometimes this week".

The only constant thing in these articles was "Reps for both actors did not immediately respond to XY's request for comment."

The last article was posted on September 12th, and after that, there was no article, but his friends started posting from Portugal. Other than Dennis, I wouldn't say anybody too interesting posted. It's really weird that the Page Six/People articles stopped before his friends started sharing breadcrumbs that they were all there in PT. So we've seen at least one story shared by at least one of them since that day. I know what some people say: "Maybe they just wanted to share some pictures about the places they had been", which I'd understand if this wasn't supposed to be a private wedding and if they weren't a private couple. I'd assume that Chris had asked them to keep it low, at least until they aren't back in the States, but as of right now, it seems like Chris has asked them exactly the opposite.

My other question about this whole PT thing is why they haven't been spotted by someone. So you want to tell me that Chris is in PT, even after he married someone, and that someone happens to be quite well known in PT, and still nothing? Are they hiding in their hotel room? Are they never going out? Or nobody saw, heard, or witnessed anything wedding-related? Why is nobody seeing or hearing anything?

Something else that is really interesting to me is that only his friends are part of this breadcrumbing. Not the closest ones, or those who've already been part of this like Tara or Chelsea, but those are known enough so people will check their pages and stories, especially since Bryan (the wedding planner, followed by Scott) posted that story of him having drinks with a woman and a man, which started the whole PT wedding fire. It seems like only his friends are "allowed" or rather asked to post something about their whereabouts, so people will keep talking about their PT wedding. I guess Chris only trusts his friends to spread the narrative.

So according to Page Six, the wedding happened on September 9th. To me, this date is also weird. So the article about Pain Hustlers premiering in Toronto came out on July 24.

According to the official site, the premiere would've been on the 11th, so only like 2 days after the wedding and a few days prior to the Portugal one.

However, on the site, there are several events on September 12 and on September 15, so on the Portugal wedding week.

While we only got to know this on July 24, I'm 100% sure Chris and Emily knew way before that they would need to go to TIFF and be there, maybe even before they started organizing a wedding, which is not a few months thing, so they most definitely needed to start doing it much before even the strike started on July 14th.

So on July 14th, Chris and Emily were informed that they probably wouldn't be able to attend TIFF or do any type of press for the movie. The movie comes out on October 27th, and after TIFF, they probably would've needed to do several interviews, and just like with TGM, maybe they also would've needed to attend several red carpet events in the States and in Europe. What I want to say is that I find it very unlikely that this was the original date of their wedding. Maybe they were supposed to get married prior to PH or after (I think I'd rather say after), but why did they change the date? Why? Why were they in such a rush? They had not even 2 months from July 14 to September 9, and by July they probably sent out the invitations, booked a caterer, chellist, violinist, or whatever to the original date, and ordered a cake to that original date. So they called up every person they invited, every person who was involved in the wedding, to let them know they changed the date and the wedding would be earlier? And in this case, we don't even just talk about one wedding, but two. I get that he is a huge star, but I doubt that people would've been really happy about him just casually changing the wedding date since this most definitely wasn't the original one and since he wouldn't and probably couldn't have been able to miss TIFF and his other responsibilities tied to Pain Hustlers.

Page Six also said they are off to their honeymoon after the Portugal wedding, but if this was the original, he couldn't have gone on a honeymoon since he would have had a movie to promote. We don't know where they are going for a honeymoon, but even if they are going with a private plane, they need to stay somewhere, which, again, they probably booked prior to everything, so they would've had a ton of problems with that one too.

It's really interesting that they said they had a private wedding, people needed to sign NDAs, and they couldn't have their phones, yet there were several articles about them almost every single day. I don't think these were actual people who were at the wedding or who knew them; it was most likely his team. It made me really think about why two people who are so in love and happier than ever and just got married need this much traffic and attention, especially when they know that people don't really like them together. I'd assume they would want to keep their marriage to themselves; they don't want people to talk about it and gossip about it because it's something personal and intimate for them. That their friends would help them keep it secret and wouldn't post breadcrumbs that something might be happening. Chris had always been a quiet guy, especially when it came to his romantic relationships. I remember that almost everybody agreed that if he gets married, we probably won't even know that he's been dating someone until after the wedding. Or that he won't even announce anything, that there won't be articles and breadcrumbs, just him appearing with his wife somewhere or mentioning it in an interview. And now here we are, his friends sharing breadcrumbs, several articles out every single day. I'd assume that, just like in the past, he would want to protect his and his partner's privacy, that he would want to keep their personal moments for themselves, especially in this situation when he knows, and both of them know, that a lot of people don't like them being together,and they get a lot of hate, that a lot of people think they look weird, unnatural, and totally not in love. It seems like they are trying to sell the wedding, that they are trying to sell "we are so happy together", but are they trying to convince us or themselves that they are happy together? Because if you need to prove something this much-if you need to prove this hard that you're so happy-then you probably are not.

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