SmileyKiddie08

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You’ve decided you need to do something about these feelings.

You’ve never really been one to go after what you want, more so the type to kind of sit back and just…hope it comes to you. It wasn’t the most successful method. Definitely not. But you would take the pain of loneliness over the pain of humiliation any day. At least that’s what you used to think. But now? Now the idea of not having them in your life was more painful than anything else. So you needed to change your tune.

You didn’t exactly know how yet. You’ve barely been in any serious relationships let alone initiated them. What were you supposed to do? Flirt?

…you…could flirt. Right? That’s what they’ve been doing this whole time. And if you were to believe they weren’t just doing it to mess with you, then presumably…they were trying to tell you they were interested? So if you flirted back…then that means you’re telling them you’re interested too, right?

Okay. You can do that. You can…flirt. How hard can it be?

You’re so bad at this.

From a technical standpoint and confidence one. You didn’t realize how much guts it took to call someone sexy. How were they doing this on the daily?

Your first attempt is after delivering a file to Price. He gives you his normal “thank you, sweetheart” while accepting it and you think…no time like the present.

“Of course…handsome.” You barely even say it, it’s more a mumble under your breath before you’re scurrying away in fear.

“I—“ Price’s head shoots up as he comprehends what he just heard, turning to look at you but you’re long gone. “Did…?” He turns to Kyle

“I think so.” He nods, also staring off to where you just were.

Both of them sit there, brows furrowed, mouths agape, trying to digest the fact that you finally flirted back.

By the time Simon and Johnny come join them, they’re still in that position.

When you make it back to your desk your heart is pounding way more than an acceptable amount. You feel like you’re being chased by a predator simply because you said one stupid word, how dumb is that?

You try to compose yourself and get back to work, secretly hoping they didn’t hear you. Still…you smile to yourself just a little, happy you followed through.

You figure you should keep doing it. That’s what they do…but you keep chickening out.

Until Simon greets you one morning with “mornin’ beautiful” and you suddenly feel emboldened.

So…you reply “good morning, big guy.” With a pretty smile. Perhaps not the most flirtatious, but you’ve heard that guys like being called that? You’re not sure. Until he stops in his tracks.

“I—you—“ he’s floundering. He’s floundering. You made him flounder! “Uh…” he’s searching for something to say, but he can feel his skin heating up under his mask and you look so cute smiling up at him and he feels the sudden urge to flex and show you that he is, in fact, a big guy, but before he can do any of that, Price interrupts.

“Lieutenant. Let’s get a move on!” He claps twice and motions for Simon to follow him.

Simon looks back and forth for a second before scurrying after Price. You try to hold it in for as long as possible before you’re giggling to yourself at how easily that worked.

John notices Simon’s skewed demeanor immediately, and pulls him aside before they make it into the meeting. “Everything alrigh’, Simon?”

He stares past his shoulder, brows furrowed. “I…you—big guy?” He finally gets out.

John just stares for a moment before clapping his back and urging him into the briefing room, “sure, big guy.” He has no idea what he’s talking about.

Kyle is your next victim.

It’s lunch time when he saddles up next to you, hoping to discuss the book you were both reading. He opens his mouth to give his usual flirtatious greeting but you beat him to it.

“Hi, pretty boy.” There’s still an uptick in your own heart rate, though doing this twice already means you’re getting better. Instead of wanting to run from the reaction, you’re actually anticipating it.

His mouth stops halfway open, a small “hu-“ pushes out before it seems like he blue-screens. Not moving, not blinking, just staring.

Just then, Johnny decides it’s a good time to walk past. He spots Kyle and stops, concerned. “Is…he okay?”

Johnny comes over, bending over to be eye level with Kyle, waving his hand in front of his face. “Gaz…?”

He puts his hand back on his thigh to support his crouched position before looking back at you. “What’d’ya do, hen? Ya broke Gaz!”

You shrug innocently, “dunno, just called him pretty.”

Soap blinks. “…well that would do it, don’t ya think.”

“You guys do it to me all the time!” You defend yourself.

“Aye, but you’ve never done it back. If ya called me pretty I’d probably pass out.”

“…you are pretty.” It’s a genuine comment, not just trying to get him riled up, but what you actually believe.

He stops now too, face rapidly becoming redder. He takes a short inhale and then can only say “hm” before he too starts staring into the distance.

“Um…Johnny?” You poke his shoulder but he doesn’t speak.

John comes around the corner, carrying the file you told him to give back to you after he was done with it. He’s strutting confidently until he sees you all.

He stops, placing the file down gently, before inquiring, “sweetheart…did you break my sergeants?”

“No…” you give him an innocent smile.

Price ends up having to call a meeting to discuss your new behavior and what they should do about it.

“Would you let me braid your hair?”

“Mh?” Thorin’s blue gaze flickers to you. “You– you think it looks messy?”

You shake your head. “Oh, no, I didn’t mean that. I suppose… I just think you’d look good.”

And that’s how, unexpectedly, Thorin sits on a chair and lets you do it.

For first, you comb his long, dark, full mane, untangle the knots and smooth them with your hands. You put the comb away, way too aware of the silence that falls between the two of you, and you start separating his hair into strands. They feel extremely soft under your touch.

Ghost froze. Eyes narrowing behind the mask. Voice eerily calm when he responded.

"Why you sayin' that to me? I'm not gay."

Quickly you felt the tips of your ears burning. Rushing to apologise.

"Oh! I wasn't assuming- I just-"

I’m so obsessed with the idea of GunWoojin where Gunwoo is his cute, innocent self but a total bratty bottom in the bedroom. Woojin is floored at the contrasting behaviour, and just goes along with whatever Gunwoo wants. He’s curious to see how far Gunwoo will go. How nasty he can get. Woojin likes to let Gunwoo think he’s in control, and that maybe he can top him. But in reality, Gunwoo is all talk and he can’t handle having the authority. It turns him on too much and he loses himself before he can even start. Woojin loves it, he’s completely obsessed. But he won’t admit that he’s so weak for Gunwoo, and that he secretly wants Gunwoo to build up the courage to dominate him completely. Instead he just teases the shit out of Gunwoo for getting flustered when he tries and loses control of himself instead.