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“Oh, princess?” J hummed, tilting his head to the side curiously. “We’re bringing bedroom names out in public as insults?” he purred, moving forward once he glanced around to make sure nobody was near. “I’m the princess, and you’re the peasant, don’t forget about that, yeah?” he breathed, standing closer, eyes narrowed. He smirked, moving to loop his fingers in his belt loops.  “Don’t test me, baby,” he breathed, brushing his lips against Kaoru’s. He knew it would piss him off. Knew it would get him going, just as he wanted. “It’d be a shame to be late to work. Then again...” he tugged at his belt loops before allowing his fingers to trail over his belt buckle. “I don’t exactly have a set time to be in. I’d only be late by my standards.” He finally pulled back completely, a smirk playing across his lips still.

Channie tried extremely hard to keep himself composed, he couldn’t give into this. If he were to get over this one sided problem then he’d do it by keeping his distance. It was the only way, even if it hurt him to do it. “I don’t know, J.” He said. “Talking or sex ?” He asked, having to stop himself from sighing. His arms folded and unfolded across his chest a few times unsure of what posture he was supposed to take here. He did have to eat, he knew he did. But despite that he was still unsure, being lose to J whether they were intimate or not probably wasn’t a good idea. The lonely comment though made him sigh and he looked down. “Fine. Dinner and that’s it. I do need to get this done.” That was all he could do, he’d be damned if he did anything else he couldn’t afford to end up like a lovesick idiot. 

J’s face fell, his eyes narrowing. Talking or sex. Well, J couldn’t lie and say he totally didn’t want sex. But the clear impatience on Channie’s face, posture, voice, made him a bit annoyed. “Well, you don’t have to, if you’re going to be so short with me,” he muttered, rolling his eyes, “You need to loosen up Channie, I don’t know what your fucking problem is,” he shook his head, shifting back onto his heals. On one hand, he could be angry. On another, he could seduce to relieve that tension Channie was feeling. Instead, he stood there, a mix of both. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “Forget it,” he muttered, beginning to turn away. 

“The gutter, that’s what I said. I’m not exactly into having droids as a sexual or romantic partner. Isn’t that usually where your mind is though ? In the gutter ?” Tae leaned back, the end of the pen in his mouth as he stared up at him. “How about instead of me showing you these,  I make you busy ?” he asked. “We can find something to do.” 

“Make me busy?” J scoffed, “With what? I’ve already finished my work,” he pointed out, “And if I remember, Yejun and I are training you? You’re not training me?” The hint went completely over his head, really. “But droids are fine as sexual or romantic partners. My mind is usually just on sex, and that isn’t just a gutter thing.”

It was early in the morning, and J was coming back from, well, the events from the night before with a certain droid. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, humming softly to the music that blared through his pink cat ear headphones. It was his usual routine, if he left The Cavern, he’d typically come back early in the morning, around this exact time. While he had fun, he of course, had to work. Figuring he would be spoken to, by no other than Kaoru, whenever he neared the entrance, he took his headphones off his ears, letting them rest on his neck before turning down his music completely.  And just like clockwork--J should have been a fortune teller, really-- Kaoru spoke. His words made him roll his eyes. “Yeah, I know, I’d prefer to see him instead of myself, too,” he scoffed, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure why Kaoru was such a prick, maybe only to J, but either way, he didn’t understand it. The only good thing about him seemed to be how he treated droids--respectfully. “He hasn’t, though. He had to work, and I just came back from his place so...” he raised an eyebrow, “You sound pretty stupid now, huh?”

J laughed softly, but nevertheless, tilted his head back to relax, allowing Dowon to kiss at his skin. He fingers curled around his hips, hands staying there firmly as he let out a slow exhale. It really was something. They might have been doing this for a while now, but J never seemed to get tired of Dowon’s kisses on his lips or neck. All the marks he had, they were perfect, really, because they were all given by Dowon.  Maybe J was getting too attached. Romance he didn’t do well, but he couldn’t deny he was fond of Dowon. The droid did things to him, made him feel things he hadn’t ever really felt before. But he pushed those thoughts away, moving a hand up to tug Dowon back up, connecting their lips in a gentle and slow kiss.  “I think you’re more of a tempter with the way you look,” he teased softly, connecting their lips again just so he could stop him, tease him, from kissing at his neck like he knew Dowon wanted to. “How do you expect to come in here, and not be kissed up a storm, huh?” 

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Channie said nothing else, and kept any sort of emotion from his face. What was the point in showing emotions when there were none that would be shown back. He folded his arms, his hands were still holding onto his papers. “You didn’t say anything, J. I’ve just been busy.” He insisted. Although  of course he was avoiding J and part of him regretted it. But there was no getting away from this. He felt so deeply, and he’d never felt so deeply about anything other than his work. “I’ve just been in my own mind that’s all. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” He sighed and uncrossed his arms from his chest, trying to show a more relaxed composure but he just couldn’t do it. He did miss the way it had been before he realised just how he felt. Yet here he was, showing no emotion and trying to keep his feelings at bay. “I’ve got work to catch up on, I’ll be here probably into the early hours of the morning no doubt.” He explained. “And you ?” 

J could pick up something was wrong. The tone, the way he held himself and his facial expression. People were amusing, pretending everything was okay when it really wasn’t. He bit his lip, shifting on his feet. “Take a break and come have dinner with me,” he offered softly, smiling lightly after he spoke. “I’m a pretty shitty cook, but we can get take out or something. I miss talking,” he shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pocket. Yeah, it was implied what he wanted, but also, Channie was easy to talk to. He felt comfortable around him, even if he was just a friend he messed around with. “I wasn’t planning to do much. Today is like my night off, so I’m just kind of relaxing. I promise I won’t keep you the whole night, so you can get more work done. But, you do have to eat,” J finished, attempting to convince. Plus, to give more of a reason. “I’m kind of lonely,” he offered as well. 

“Who says I’m not crazy ? I mean it would make sense wouldn’t it ?” He smirked. Although he talked back to J he didn’t look up at him too busy with the stupid papers. “I’m not into droids like that though, get your mind out of the gutter J.” He smiled this time around instead of smirking and he finally looked up. “Oh, I mean it’s not important. Just an idea.” He’s half lying and half telling the truth. “And I’m sire you’re busy aren’t you ?” 

“The gutter? Hey, some droids, especially defective droids, are quite nice to have as romantic and sexual partners. Not at all a gutter thought,” J pointed out, moving to take the seat in front of him. “And no, not really. You know I’m only ever busy when I’m in my office. Or, with someone. So, no, not busy,” he shrugged, “Tell me. Or show me the idea.”