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COWORKER JIUNG, without fail, wants to be the first person to greet you — likes to watch you walk in, head already looking at your direction, his eyes following your every movement with a soft glint (you mutter a "morning, jiung," that you only ever say to him. he responds with a soft smile of his own, the happiness in his voice betraying him, "—morning")

COWORKER JIUNG, who has the habit of saving you a seat in the meeting rooms, although its not intentional, he'll tell himself. ("i'm just protecting the company's prized possession," he quickly stirs when someone asks, "i only do this for the best. you should do better if you want this privilege.") and chuckles fill the room as they make themselves comfortable

jiung sometimes forgets the way his hand marks its territory on the chair and only ever seems to remember when you walk in, recognizing the familiar sound of your shoes hitting the cold marble floors — pulling back the chair just for you, even while holding a conversation with his colleagues

COWORKER JIUNG who hopes he doesn't make it too obvious that he really likes hearing you talk; his gaze never really leaving you, even when you're not the person he's talking to — eyes darting between the figure in front of him and you at your desk

COWORKER JIUNG who often finds himself staying behind at the office so the both of you can leave together — even if he's done all his work, he'd sit in front of his laptop typing they love me they love me not into excel sheet or playing pikmin (but his screen brightness is at its highest and it gets a bit obvious...

COWORKER JIUNG who finds his safe space inside the breakroom with you, whenever you hit a deadline or after a rough meeting the two of you hide away from the rest of the office — smell of coffee in your hands and sighs and terrible jokes filling the air

COWORKER JIUNG, thinks he's fallen in love everytime you help him fix his tie :( you're both in the elevator when you notice him pulling at his tie with his spare hand, and soon youre telling him to come closer and your hands are just barely ghosting his neck.

tries his best not to disrupt you but he practically feels the heat rising up in the back of his neck and he's blinking rapidly and trying to sneak glances at you while gripping onto the stack of files in his hands for support

COWORKER JIUNG who'll always remind you to eat, he's the happiest when you're taking care of yourself. taps on your desk lightly to ask if you've eaten yet — when he's unsatisfied with your answer he asks if you'd like to grab lunch with him. will always pay for your meal, whether you like or not — he's tapping his card away before you could even notice

one day coworker jiung slides over a pouch, claiming he accidentally packed extra but when you open it you see your name neatly written on a sticky note and a bento box filled with food made by yours truly... tries to look busy but the look he gives you when you take a bite is all too endearing

COWORKER JIUNG who actively takes care of you through team dinners, although he tries to describe it as taking care of his co-workers but he's putting food into your bowl and pouring you drinks and passing you napkins and when your eyes meet from across the table he looks at you, really looks at you, and the corners of his lips twitch and ofcourse, he doesn't hide the softness behind his eyes or the slow turning redness of his ears

COWORKER JIUNG who offers to drive you home immediately, noticing the subtle sway in your stance and the way you almost trip around him. guides you to his car, one hand holding your handbag the other holding you up from your knees buckling

buckles in your seatbelt and feels his breath hitch when your faces are inches away from eachother. theres a gentle lull between the two of you — your slow breaths filling the car accompanied by the gentle hum of the vehicle on the road. every so often jiung glances at you, at the you lean against the door the rise and fall of your chest gently tries to put you in,

COWORKER!JIUNG who stumbles trying to get you into your apartment — having to rummage through your handbag to pull the keys,, ends up staying the night in your apartment, scrambling around trying to find things you need and opts to sleep on the couch :( falls asleep with his glasses still on his nose and an arm over his head, trying to fall asleep but he keeps thinking about you and smiling to himself

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His legs are a bit sore. A late night walk wouldn't have been his first choice for activities with you, but he doesn't show any of the discomfort if he feels it. You're more important than the ache from every step. He's at your mercy anyway, letting you drag him to different food stalls that catch your interest, and roadside sellers with different crafts displayed.

He's holding a warm cinnamon churro in the hand that isn't comfortably laced with yours. You'd insisted on buying it for him before he could protest. You truly know him so well, because the second he takes a bite out of it, everything feels a little less daunting.

You stop at a stall with hand-crafted keychains, bracelets, and other jewelry. Your eyes immediately lock onto a pair of matching bracelets: one green and one yellow. They're subtly Sanrio themed, and Keeho isn't surprised one bit that they caught your interest. You have a small collection going. Anything Keroppi or Pompompurin that you can get your hands on becomes a new precious part of your little stash, the two characters representing you and Keeho, of course.

Maybe he enables you too much. At least half of your collection are things he bought for you. But he can't help it. He loves spoiling you with gifts, drinking up the excited shine in your eyes when you realize he's bought something else with you in mind. But as soon as he hands the gift over, you see why he just couldn't resist buying it. Every single thing always has you written all over it. Keeho is unable to resist things like that.

When you turn to him, holding the two bracelets out in your free hand, he bites back a smile.

"Kuroppi is for me?" he guesses, although there's no doubt about it. Every little thing slightly Keroppi-themed has you jumping to point out the similarities to your boyfriend. He's grown to love it.

You nod, grabbing Keeho's wrist and fastening the bracelet on. He already knows that he may never take this bracelet off again. It'll become one of those staple accessories that he can't bear to part with because you gave it to him. And it is adorable. It suits him perfectly.

You tie the other bracelet around your own hand, and hold it out, letting Keeho slip your fingers together again. He kisses the back of your hand, and mumbles something about finding some hot fresh food to warm up. You take his hint that the wind is getting to him and wrap your arms around him. Your body can barely block the cold from him, but he smiles nonetheless, wrapping his arms around your waist under the coat and melting into the hug for a few seconds.

When you're in his arms, the world can wait.

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The satin black fabric hugged him perfectly, the top two buttons left undone to reveal the slope of his neck, the very place you had spent so many nights pressing kisses against, tracing with your lips and fingers as though he was your altar.

Your breath caught when your wandering eyes met his. Youngkyun's dark gaze held yours with ease, the corner of his mouth tugging upward.

“Someone’s distracted,” he said in that same gentle tone you adored, though the teasing lilt in his voice was impossible to miss as he fastened his watch. “Something on your mind?”

Your heart skipped. It wasn’t as though you didn’t know, having a man like him for a husband came with its share of silent trials.

You were fully aware of the way other women’s eyes lingered on him, hopeful, admiring, longing. They could only hope, of course. He was yours and only yours.

Still, the thought of anyone else seeing him like this, looking so devastating, so effortlessly magnetic, made a small surge of boldness rise within you.

Your heels clicked against the floor as you crossed the room, your steps confident despite the storm in your chest. His eyes followed you, curious, until you stopped in front of him.

Without hesitation, you reached for his collar, tugging him down towards you.

Surprise flickered across his face, but instinct took over. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you close, holding you as naturally as breathing.

A soft smile curved his lips the moment your mouth brushed his neck, just below his Adam’s apple, the cool sheen of your gloss a stark contrast against his warm skin. A shiver ran through him at the sensation. And then he felt it, a mark. Your mark.

“Possessive…” he teased, though the flutter in his chest betrayed the calmness of his words.

“I just want everyone to know you’re mine,” you murmured, pouting faintly as you pulled back. That pout, so disarmingly sweet paired with the fire in your actions, made him wonder, not for the first time, how you managed to be both devastatingly adorable and impossibly alluring all at once.

“Really?” His chuckle was low, affectionate, as he glanced briefly down at the watch on his wrist before lifting his gaze back to you. Suddenly, that event they were supposed to attend didn't seem as important anymore.

In one motion, he pulled you closer with one hand while his other worked at the remaining buttons of his shirt, opening it further to reveal the elegant line of his collarbones. His smirk deepened as his eyes softened on yours.

“We have fifteen more minutes,” he said, his voice dipping, playful yet inviting.

“I think you can be a little more obvious.”

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