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trying to drown out the high-pitched blabber coming from your co-worker's mouth; yet as you moved around the kitchen, he only followed, ignoring the glares from the other staff. your manager comes out of his office only to tell you both to return to the front. you roll your eyes and turn toward him, ‘can you please tell haechan to stop gloating about his tips first? then I’ll get back to work’ 

taeyong sighed, rubbing his forehead, ‘haechan, stop talking about your tip money and get back to work’

haechan put his hands up in defense, ‘hey, im just trying to help y/n work harder, if they made as many tips as i do, we wouldn’t be having this conversation’ you gasp and grab lettuce from the salad bar, chucking it at his apron-donned torso. he jumped in surprise, reaching over to grab food and throw it back. before he could, taeyong stopped his, telling him to get his ass back to the front, haechan huffed, walking through the kitchen with you trailing behind.

you both stood near the hostess stand, ‘at least i’m not a kiss ass’ you said first smirking at him.

he smiled lightly, ‘how did you know i love to kiss ass?’

your smirk fell, he could never be serious, you rolled your eyes, giving him a small ‘whatever’ and turning your attention towards something else.

‘how about’ he bounces on his tip-toes rocking back and forth with a grin, ‘we have a little competition?’

you turn back towards him, ‘ugh, you’re so annoying’ you paused and his smile got wider, ‘what is it?’ you groaned.

‘at the end of the week, whoever gets the most tips win… winner gets a day off and… loser has to spend two hours in the walk-in fridge’ he explains.

your mouth hangs open, ‘you’re fucking crazy, one of us could die in there!’

he laughed, ‘oh, so you’re scared you’ll lose? come on, sweetheart, you've got all the right parts to make some good money’ he looks you up and down. it was normal for haechan to always act like a horndog; you’d normally ignore his antics, but now it was finally an opportunity to fight back.

you groaned again, ‘fine’, he outstretched his hand, you took it and shook, ‘i’ll do it’

you two would count your tips together after every shift, on monday he got the most almost $200, while you only got around $120. you decided to try a bit harder the next day, putting on your most expensive makeup, topping it off with bright red lipstick along with the tightest pants and shirt you could find. walking into work that morning, it felt like all eyes were on you, the kitchen staff were nicer to you, taeyong let you take a longer break, and felt like the guests were putting down a lot more money on the table then you anticipated. you tried being as nice as possible to everyone coming and going. you felt like you were always, but for this week you tried to go above and beyond, there was no fucking way you’d be spending two hours in the walk-in fridge. haechan could see right through your tactics; he followed you to the back of the kitchen, stopping you before you could do whatever you had planned. ‘i see you dressed up for today’ you jumped at the sudden sound of his voice, turning around so your back was leaning on the wall.

‘jesus christ, you scared me’ he laughed and moved closer to you, trapping you between him and the wall, out of sight for anyone else.

he moved closer, his breath hitting the outer shell of your ear, ‘sweetheart, did you wear all that and get all pretty for these lazy, uptight assholes?’

you gulped, the heat from his tall, lean body radiating off and onto you. ‘i did it so i could win’ you said firmly, ignoring how your heart was beating so fast from haechan.

‘but you’re already so beautiful’ he lifted his hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek to make you look at him in the eyes. you noticed how deep and brown they were, his long eyelashes batting against his gorgeous skin. you always thought haechan was cute, but his boisterous personality made you get the ick one too many times. he dipped his head back towards your ear, his lips ghosted over your neck, making you shudder. you sighed, melting into his touch, ‘its cute to see you try though’. the heat left your body, you opened your eyes, and he was gone.

that night, you left with $300, way more than haechan.

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the final day, you continued to do the same, dress in the tightest outfit ever, and caked in makeup. the hostess had called in, you begged taeyong to not put you at that station for the day, opting haechan as a better fit. he agreed, but only if you’d help clean the kitchen later before closing. you immediately agreed, thanking him for keeping you at the server station. when haechan came in later that morning, he was furious. chenle, the shift lead, told him he would have to be the host for today, making him storm off and barge into taeyongs office. you and chenle listened in through the door, giggling as you watched haechan walk out five minutes later without his apron on and a button-up shirt just for hosts.

he heard you giggling and snapped his head towards the sound, ‘you think this is funny?’ he sneered.

you basically skipped over to the host stand, making him roll his eyes and groan as you looked up to him with a beaming smile, ‘it's actually fucking hilarious’

he clenched his jaw, trying not to show his anger too much, ‘at least i’m not some cheap slut parading myself around for tips’ he moved closer to you, ‘basically begging for something to happen… now get the fuck back to work’ he turned back around to the host stand. you watched, mouth shut tight into a thin line, smile long forgotten due to his outburst, the comment hitting deep. he busied himself organizing a stack of menus, and you just walked to the kitchen, trying to forget that any of this had happened.

later that evening, just as you promised before, you stayed to help clean the kitchen. the staff was dwindling down as the night grew darker, co-workers saying their goodbyes and ‘have a good night’. taeyong called your name from his office. you walked back to find him standing at his small desk, getting his stuff together, ‘i have to leave, personal stuff, haechan is still here’ he handed you his keys ‘are you good to lock up after you two are done?’

you were caught off guard. could you both be trusted? obviously not, but that was a topic of discussion for another day. ‘oh, um, sure’ he smiled and bid you a good night and left. you watched as he left the restaurant, haechan also watching from the dining area. when taeyong was out of sight, the taller boy stood up and walked over to the entrance to the kitchen, where you had followed your manager out.

‘well’ he sighed, catching your attention, ‘looks like you won… gonna lock me in the fridge now?’

you didn’t think he was serious, but you committed to the bit, ‘yeah, i’ll come let you out after your two hours’ you walked him to the entrance and opened it for him.

he chucked nervously, ‘a bet is a bet’ he entered the space and you let the door go, watching it slam into its frame, clicking the hatch you locked him inside.

you walked away, ready to leave him there in the walk-in fridge. alone. for two hours. you shook your head, this was fucking crazy, stupid, and dangerous. you stumbled back through the kitchen, stopping at the giant metal door that stood between you and haechan. unlatching it and heaving the door open with a pull, he was sitting on a box of tomatoes looking at his phone. you stepped inside, he looked up and smiled, slipping his phone in his pocket and walked towards you, making you back up until your back hit the door. you could feel the heat radiating off of him, making the air thick with tension, the coolness of the door to your back made a shiver flow down your spine. you thought back to earlier this week, when he had you trapped in the back of the store, caging you in between him and the wall, much like now. you failed to find the will to push him away, you couldn’t even do it before, so what could stop you now? now, it was just you and him.

‘i knew you wouldn’t leave me here’ he whispered, his head moving closer to yours. you made the unconscious decision to let your eyes roam over his face, his beautiful moles put perfectly into place, his plush lips that you couldn’t stop staring at. you looked up into his eyes, noticing how his eyes flickered down to your lips, too. despite it only being 2 celsius, it felt like you were burning over a fire. his lips smacked onto yours, fighting for dominance and creating a rhythm you both could move to. the softness of his lips made you moan into his mouth, wetness pooling into your panties, making the tight fabric stick to your skin. he pulled you closer, rubbing his tented crotch into your thigh, he licked your lips, sucking on the bottom and grabbing it between his teeth. he let go and attacked your neck, sucking, kissing, and licking. the cool air of the fridge hits the wet patches, making you shudder and arch your back in surprise.

he grabbed you and brought you over to a box of ingredients in the middle of the fridge, ‘jump’ he demands. you hop onto the box, back against the racks lining the walls of the fridge, he leaves a line of kisses along your neck, hands moving to unbuckle your belt and jeans. he tugs them down your thighs along with your underwear. the chilling air immediately hits your core making you shiver and sending a tickle up your spine. haechan groaned, watching the way your cunt throbbed and wept for contact with anything. ‘please, let me taste you’ he cried out.

you fiercely nodded, the frigid air being replaced by his hot breath as he kissed up your thigh, reaching your clit, and licking a fat strip up. you cried as he latched on and continued to suck and shove his tongue down your hole. you grab his hair, shoving him further down, he groaned every time you would tug on his scalp. he continued his attack until you feel the pit in your stomach light up, feeling the band snap you cry out as you come all over his mouth, he licked up every drop. rising from his crouched position slowly, he paid no mind to the sheen of wetness that covered his chin.

‘get up and turn around’ he ordered. you scrambled out of your spot on the boxes, turning, you place your arms on top of them to keep yourself steady. you could hear him undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants, he presses himself to you. his stiff cock brushing up your lower back, ‘you want a tip?’ you brace yourself, gripping the edge of the box. he lines himself with your entrance, gently pushing the head of his cock inside, you gasp at the slow, painful stretch. ‘you want it?’ he growled, stopping mid-thrust, making you cry out in desperation for him to continue.

‘p-please, i want it haechan’ you stuttered. he smiled wickedly, satisfied by your answer.

without another word, he slammed his cock into you making you cry out in surprise and pleasure mixed with pain. your back arched forward as he stilled inside of you, giving you some time to adjust. you clenched around him, pushing back now to get any type of friction. he grabs your hips to keep you from moving, bringing his hips back and harshly snapping them forward into you, making you lunge at the boxes supporting you. crying as he beat up your pussy made you see stars, your vision turning white as you tried to continue to focus on the shelf in front of you. the milk was going to expire in two days, ‘fuck’ you whimpered out.

haechan frantically moved his hips back and forth, pounding into your bruised hole at an alarming pace. he had been whispering in your ear, you paid no attention, you couldn’t with the way he was stuffing you full, your brain couldn’t think of anything else but the way his cock slammed in and out of you. the way his hands held you in place, knowing bruises would start forming soon with how tightly he was holding you. ‘i’m gonna come’ you rasped between heavy breaths, the fire in your lower stomach returning. ‘fuck. haechan’ crying out in desperation, you continued gripping onto the boxes holding you up until your knuckles went white. he reached a hand around and played with your clit as he sunk further into you. your legs flexed as you couldn’t stop yourself any further, your orgasm almost making you fall to the ground. the band in the pit of your stomach breaking as you cried out, leaning your head on the coolness of the boxes in front of you. coming down from your high, haechan continued to ferociously pound into you, trying to reach his own high, making you cry out in overstimulation. clenching around his length, he stilled deep inside, coating your cervix with his come. haechan slowed down, trying to catch his breath. he clung onto you, reaching his arms around your waist, holding you against him.

‘i’m sorry for what i said earlier… it’s not true, i-i really like you, i was just upset. you shouldn't have to dress up in order to get more money from those dirtbags’ he cooed, leaving a trail of tender kisses across your shoulder. you winced as he slowly pulled out of you, leaving you craving that feeling more. haechan helped you pull up your pants before he could fix his, turning you around and capturing in his arms once more.

‘its okay haechan, besides, i still won, and we both ended up in the walk-in’ you giggled, watching his worried eyes go bright again, smiling as you lightly joked about the situation.

‘i want to make it up to you’ he smirked, ‘i can use my tip in a different way’

you gave him a funny look, playfully pushing on his chest in order for him to continue, ‘as in, let me use my tips from this week to take you on a date’

you laughed, nodding your head, you walked out of the fridge with him, hand in hand. you stopped before reaching for the exit, ‘what is it?’ haechan asked.

‘i need to leave a note for taeyong that the milk is expiring in two days’ you turned back, walking towards his office.