#mx fic

Right as the door shuts, you wag your finger repeatedly at Hyunwoo and he throws his arms up in an accusing manner, bobbing his head saying “He did not hear me!” before getting interrupted with your hand clamping over his mouth.

“He literally turned around! And you are too loud! Still!” He laughs, backing out of your hand.

✱

Kihyun and Chaeyoung meet you at the bus stop the Monday after and are cracking up at videos they took of each other at karaoke. There’s a small pang of sadness, courtesy of FOMO.

And then it swallows itself with warmth at the memory of a ride home from Changkyun.

Sitting alone in the seat across from them, you ask to see the videos. Kihyun is belting out some sad ballad and Chaeyoung is recording, creating a very unstable video that trembles with each one of her bouts of laughter.

Kihyun’s eyes widen after you share some of your night with Changkyun to them. Chaeyoung gasps, huddling close and in a hushed voice says, “No, dude— you’re literally dating at this point.” She points to you, shaking her head slowly. Kihyun agrees, mumbling about how shocked he is that anyone could get Changkyun to loosen up.

“I don’t know, I think we are like… friends now. He told me to call him by his first name.” You say, fumbling with a zipper on your bag. Kihyun and Chaeyoung laugh, shocked beyond words. “I’m serious! I’ll show you, I swear.”

By the time you arrive at work with Kihyun and Chaeyoung, Changkyun is in his office, only the top of his head visible upon entry to the floor. It’s the first time since he transferred here that you’ve come in and the shades have been drawn open on his office windows. His head ducked down so you can only see the slicked black hair slide down the back of his nape, feathering out before the collar of his shirt. He wears this grayish suit, a shade of purple peeks from under his ironed suit jacket. It’s powerful, maybe a muted prussian. The light enters the office from behind him, a window perfectly positioned for a view of the entrance. You’re sure it comes with a direct line of vision to his car. You wonder if Changkyun is one of those men that calls his car his ‘baby’ and boasts about it to other higher-ups using explicitly feminine terms in a grimy sort of fashion. You hope he doesn’t. You decide definitely not, but eventually remind yourself that men always seem to; slowly but surely— ease you into their very secretive misogynistic tendencies only after you’ve started really getting to know them. You’ve had your fair share of Tinder dates fall off the deep end because it turned out that ‘non-political’ just means ‘extremely right leaning, but I know if I set it as this I would get absolutely zero pussy. I’m compromising. Surprise! Let’s talk about Ben Shapiro for an hour at this janky pizza place.’ But, he’s certainly not like that… Well… Okay. Chill out. You don’t really know him, stop assuming. This is what happens when you let yourself indulge in your imagination.

You sit down, logging into your computer and clocking in. Chaeyoung says something about waiting for your ‘bestie’ to pop over, and just as she finishes her sentence, the door to Changkyun’s office swings open. He kicks down the door stopper and makes a b-line to your desk. Chaeyoung scrambles to sit down in time, gripping at her arm rests and accidentally launching a pen into the air.

It falls to the carpeted floor with a sad patter at Changkyun’s feet, a shiny pair of black oxford’s. He presses the toe of his shoe on the tip of the pen, flicking it up. He leans over and grabs it midair, his thumb and palm envelope it. Without ever looking Chaeyoung in the eye, he sets it on her desk. “Good morning.” She mumbles out, “Thank you, Mr. Im.”

He turns, laying his forearm along the divider between your cubicle and Chaeyoung’s. “Hello.” He greets, leaning over a little to meet your eye level better.

Your heart fills your chest, thumping hard enough that it reaches your ears. You swallow hard and turn to him. “Hi, Changkyun.”

He cocks his head a little, straightening up and adjusting his sleeve around his wrist. “Mr. Im, right?” He smiles, it’s a little too proud, and now you feel weak again. Kihyun’s expression grows weary. “Can you follow me to my office?” Suddenly, the calm sound of hushed voices and rustling papers halts, and a few heads turn to face you and Changkyun. Your mouth feels dry, and your palms begin to sweat.

“Sure, Mr. Im.” You stand slow, waiting for him to back up a little so you have more room to move— but he just holds his ground. You shuffle around your spinny chair until he starts making his way to his office, then you shove the chair aside and glance at your friends. They are both making crazy eyes, and Kihyun offers a shrug. You shake your head unknowingly.

“Close the door behind you, please.” He says, his voice always grumbling lowly, and you follow his cologne like it comes with a leash. He gives his shades a few twists, just to give a little more privacy. The room gets darker, and he pulls out the chair for you. “So,” he points to your seat before fixing his belt. He leans on the side of his desk, his name plaque new and shiny, gold. “I was wondering if you had any ideas for a company outing.”

“This isn’t about me calling you by your first name?”

He blinks a little dumbly before glancing out the windowed door, heads fire back to their computers at his silent command. “No, I mean. That too, but this means more to me.” He feels up and down his right arm. “Don’t call me that in the office, I’d prefer if we kept it formal at work, you know…” His eyebrows thread together, fighting as he tries to find the right words. “Please.”

You nod, two times very firmly. “Company outing, um…” Checking over to your right, Kihyun and Chaeyoung are peering over their dividers at you. “Well I know some employees really like karaoke.” He nods in agreement, his fingers brushing softly at the tip of his nose.

“And that would be fun, for everyone to go do karaoke?”

“Maybe, like, eat and then do karaoke? Just so it’s an easier warm up.”

He nods, motioning to the door. “Okay, thank you. I’ll take that into consideration.” You stand up, kind of bug eyed, and push the chair back in, leaving with your hands close to your sides. You let the door close quietly before speed walking back to your cubicle. Kihyun and Chaeyoung both lean in to hear what happened, and you wave them off, peeking back at Changkyun. He is nervously pacing around his office, his face adorning a stern, thoughtful look.

✱

It doesn’t take long for the plans to become final, Changkyun sets up a company outing for that Friday, saying it will boost morale and help him get to know everyone better.

Changkyun is about four shots in when he says he is done drinking. He’s got a red flush across his nose bridge and cheeks, and his jaw is looser than usual, not clenched or as serious as he usually keeps it. He says something along the lines of… “Finish this on your own, this is the best I’ll feel all night” or “This is the end for me, I’m perfectly tipsy.” You can’t exactly recollect the wording, but it does something to your stomach nonetheless. The IT guy who sits next to Changkyun laughs hard, obviously more drunk. He unbuttons the top two buttons on Changkyun’s shirt, saying it’s too hot for him to still be wearing his full suit. Changkyun agrees sheepishly, wiggling off his jacket and folding it over the back of his chair.

He runs his hands from his forehead to the crown of his head, stopping there for a moment to scratch a little at his scalp. His mouth fills up with hot air, releasing it through his nose. He rubs his knuckles over his top lip, catching any sweat forming and leans back in his chair. The front legs lift off the ground ever so slightly, and he unbuttons the third button of his shirt on his own. He grabs at the bottom of his papery button up and tugs firmly a few times, enough to get fresh air. His cologne trickles down the table, it’s warm now, usually cold. Humid, and slightly tepid. The room smells of alcohol and heat. Stuffy and masculine. Kihyun and Chaeyoung pass you a shot each, and you take them before your brain can conjure up a reason not to.

The guy sitting across from Changkyun laughs heartily before getting his words out, pointing a hand up in the air. “I have an idea.” He is as drunk as one could get, hiccuping embarrassingly between syllables. “Let’s just do, uhm… let’s all play Smash or Pass.” Changkyun wordlessly shakes his head ‘No,’ lifting an arm from his lap onto the table.

“I organized this, thanks to Y/N” Changkyun starts, his words soft and tender, hand movements flow wistfully. “This was meant to be a way for me to get to know you guys a bit better, I don’t want—”

“Okay, we all know who you’re smashing!” Someone shouts out from your end of the table, and Changkyun shouts back before he can process what he is getting himself into.

“Who would that be!?” He points at the guy asking, his eyebrows uneven and mouth loose. It’s quiet for a second, and Changkyun scans up and down the table to see if anyone really has the gall.

“Y/N.” Someone says obtusely, it’s a statement rather than a question or a suggestion, and a few other people laugh in agreement. Now the table has a weird air of uncomfortableness as people wait for Changkyun or you to respond. The only reason it’s not unbearably awkward is because you can assume not many people will remember this tomorrow. Chaeyoung laughs the absolute hardest, and Kihyun grabs at her shoulders to calm her down. Your body freezes, mid-sip and you blink once, eyes shifting to Changkyun.

His face slowly droops, eyebrows furrowing in a hurt way.

“You couldn’t get mamas in your dreams!!!” Chaeyoung yells, grabbing a wad of dirty napkin and throwing it limply in his direction. Her cry jumpstarts the ruckus once more. The tissue barely makes it an inch towards him, and he only evinces a weak snarl, recoiling ever so slightly.

“Chaeyoung!” You shout, setting down your glass hard enough that it splashes in the cup. “Stop that!” You are tipsy too, and the words can’t come like they would if you weren’t. You feel limp and defeated, and Changkyun’s expression is heartbreaking.

His jaw juts out slightly, his cheeks hollowing as he thinks, and the table grows quiet once again. His eyes scan back and forth down the table at the plates and glasses, shaking his head in disapprovement. “That is…” He stands up, pushing his chair back and stumbling around in his spot, the girl next to him puts her hands up to protect herself as he stabilizes, rocking back and forth slightly between his wobbly legs. He bites at his lip, finally scanning the faces at the table until he meets your eyes. You weren’t thinking about your expression before now, but from his reaction you can tell it was obviously some form of disgust. He shakes his head, “I’m really so sorry.” He says, and a few other people mumble out apologies around you.

He stands up, grabbing something from his pockets as he pushes the exit door open, and the table is met with the most awkward silence you have ever experienced. Two girls whisper amongst themselves, standing up and walking to the bathroom together. Tears spring just slightly at your eyes when you realize the importance of what just happened, and the effect it will certainly have on Changkyun and your friendship. The nice buzz is just setting in, and you stand up and force yourself to follow him out.

“Hi.” You say, gentle as you let the door fall closed behind you. His wide shoulders greet you before he can turn around, the few clicks of a lighter sound out before he turns to face you. A cool gust of wind passes you both by, and his shirt flaps harshly against his chest, his hair ruffled and fucked from him rutting his fingers back and forth through it. “It’s nice out here, wow. Less stuffy.” You smile the words out, hoping he’ll wordlessly agree to forget about the whole thing. He’s got a cigarette between his fingers and he looks down at you, silently. He huffs, exhaling towards the street so the smoke doesn’t hit you, but the wind brings it to your face anyway. You cough a little, eyes tingling as you lift your face up to see him. Tears have filled up his eyes to the brim. His face is dark, and he smirks slightly around his cigarette, using a free hand to untuck his shirt.

He chuckles, dropping his wrist to his thigh, holding his cigarette below. “I’m sorry.” He repeats, wiping his sleeve twice at each eye. You pull his arm down, fingers gripping at his sleeve. His eyes are red, cheeks still rosy. You run your thumb along his waterline, and he wets his lower lip. He taps a little at his cigarette, holding it down by his side.

“Shouldn’t I be the one crying?” You smile up at him, and he finally smiles back. You feel fuzzy. Light on your toes, you run your hand down his cheek, and he melts. His eyes close and his shoulders droop, face sinking into your palm, warm and calm. Two tears run down his cheeks onto your hand, splitting off down into the delicate texture of your skin. “You need this.” You whisper, and he smiles so slightly, face so tired and gaunt. You reach, slow around his waist up to his back, and run your hand down until his spine curves. He leans into you, folding over your shoulder limply. He says nothing, only settles into your body as his breathing slows. He uses one forearm to prop himself off of you, pressing his arm flat against the glass with a sharp 90 degree bend at his elbow, careful not to lean anymore weight on you. You would worry about your coworkers seeing you, but your buzz is perfect, he’s lovely, and the sheer curtains are doing enough for your own level of comfort.

He mumbles, folding an arm around your waist. “There’s so much I want to say, in another setting.” He’s heavy, but gravity feels fake, and there’s a lightness that encapsulates the both of you. “Just— just for now,” He exhales the last of his uneven breaths. “Please take your time with me.” His voice crumbles a bit, like he’s ashamed or knows it’s wrong to ask for this or behave this way with an inferior. The forearm pressed flesh against the glass drops, and he huffs, face craned next to your ear. He’s tired and mellows out over your shoulder, maybe it’s the first time he’s been this honestly exhausted with someone. Like the act is done and over. He’s not unapologetic about it, he’s just ashamed and tired. As if he doesn’t want to be perceived this way, but has realized he has no choice.

You can’t remember the last time you held someone who needed to be held as much as Changkyun. You wrap your arms around him too.

✱

A lot of the employees are missing when Changkyun and you return to your table in the restaurant. Kihyun is patting Chaeyoung on the back as she downs another noodle side dish. Changkyun’s demeanor is completely different, the last second you checked on him before entering the restaurant again, he was bent over and worn looking, like a worn teddy bear with not enough stuffing. Now he was tall and powerful, chest puffed slightly and eyes just a little puffy (he assured one of your coworkers it was the sodium). “So, karaoke?” He says, broadening his shoulders, finishing his suggestion by cupping his hands together. Kihyun mumbles something to Chaeyoung, but she yells out many mushed words of approval before processing anything he says.

“Shhh! It’s fine!” She fawns, twisting around to face Kihyun, who’s worried expression releases into satisfaction.

It’s not a karaoke session in Korea without Big Bang. Kihyun chooses something cheesy and melodic and Chaeyoung tells him to skip it before he gets a word out. They battle over the tambourine and Changkyun only joins in to break them up when Bae Bae comes on and he’s had another few drinks in him, he sings everything flat and his eyes bore holes into Kihyun as he helps Chaeyoung pull off her cardigan. The room is musty and hot, and there’s at least 8 or 9 of you smashed along the couch, exposed skin sticking to the sweating leather seats. Changkyun’s cologne still envelopes the room, and even if you close your eyes to calm down your bouncing heart rate, you smell him and the lavishness of his skin. The dry tobacco scent from his cigarette at the restaurant clings to him. He folds his fingers one at a time over your wrist to get you to stand, a limp tug like he wants you to get up, but isn’t telling you to. You get up anyway.

He points to you, singing T.O.P’s verse like he really means it, kind of wobbling around flimsily. He’s all goofy and sways around the hot room, and taking his free hand to touch those on the couch like he’s a genuine celebrity. You smile big, laughing every once in a while when he fucks up the lyrics and has to stop in his tracks and look back at the screen, having to hang up the charismatic facade as he figures out the words. Once he gets back in the swing of things, he acts like he never stopped in the first place. He’s hypnotic and beguiling like he has always been and rocks his head back and forth, exposing his neck, slicked with sweat like a sacrificial offering. He glances over at you just slightly when he sings “My body wraps around yours so perfectly” and you think it’s all profusely nostalgic, like maybe you dreamt of this as a dinky tween. The only problem is he breaks eye contact two seconds later and grabs hold of another employee and tugs at her sleeve to stand, but it's not like what he did with you earlier, this tug is demanding. He’s desperate. The irrepressible urge to scream grows in your throat, and you whisper to Kihyun that you’re going out to get some air.

It’s a good few breaths you take outside, like finally the cool air can hit you again like it did outside the restaurant. You pull out your phone to mindlessly scroll, just for a minute or two. The clock reads 22:27. Hyunwoo texts you a peculiar gif not a second later, it’s a very specific reference to a conversation you had with him earlier. It feels nice to know he listens so carefully. A gray bubble pops up before you can type a response. ‘How’s it going? Havin fun?’ You smile, your heart tugs a little and you feel grounded again. “Soooo much fun.” A voice grumbles behind you, and Changkyun leans over your shoulder, craning around your back and slipping his arms under yours, his hands folding over yours, fingers aligning as he begins to type for you. “Good?” He breathes out, and you have to turn your head away from him to calm down. Your heart thumps heavily, so heavy and powerful that it hurts, a low droning pain.

He doesn’t send the text before you can turn back around to face him, and he steps back a bit to stabilize himself. You hold your thumb on the backspace until each word disappears, and your eyes meet Changkyun’s for a moment before you look down to your feet. They’re heavy-lidded now, and his hair is still all sorts of fucked up. Your heart pumps at an unbearable rate, and you can hear your pulse through your ears. “Stop being so…” he exasperates, threading a hair behind your ear. Leans in, close enough for his breath to tickle, “…scared of me.”

You have to stretch a little to shake off the haze that’s settling over your mind, and his hands drag from under your arms down to the top of your hips, and they settle along them like they were made to be there all along. You open your mouth, but nothing that your brain skims through can accurately reply. “Okay.” You nod up at him, like you only know obedience.

He dips his head back down, his bottom lip drags over your neck, and he kisses you there once or twice. He lets out these soft little sounds like he’s too excited for words. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles. “Fuck, so good. So pretty.” Your hand grazes over his neck and slides down until your thumb traces over his collarbone. He kisses less sloppy this time, on your neck again, on your cheek, on your jaw. Avoiding your lips like he’s saving them for later.

He’s been doing shots, you think. “I’m so grateful that I met you.” He whispers over your ear, and his arms wrap further around your waist, inching back up. “You know, earlier…” He starts, carefully, like it’s a sensitive topic that he doesn’t mean to offend with. “Thank you for understanding.” It’s weird, you think. He’s being endearing, or at least he’s trying to. You can feel him in his suit pants and he’s just growing harder. You push him off slow. “It’s okay, yeah?” He’s so drunk he’s barely awake. You can only bite at your lip and look away. More than anything in the world, you would like to fuck Changkyun. Even just once, even if it made your job so much harder and so much more awkward after. You just think it would be so good that it would all be worth it. But he’s too drunk, so you can’t. “I’m drunk, I’m drunk. I really like you, if you like me…” His words get sloppier and guilt pits in your stomach heavier than you can handle. You push him with two fingers back further like you’re really annoyed now, he has to stabilize himself by gripping a railing. You head back inside.

✱

Changkyun is an enigma. It seems with everything in his career, he faces it head on. With you, he’s careful, would never expect a clear answer or decision unless it's statistics on a file. Ever since that night at karaoke, he's cowered away in humiliation. You’re sure he wants you both to forget the whole thing, but it's so difficult with the words he spoke to you circling your head like the last drops of water down the drain. It takes a week before you realize that he’s not going to address the situation on his own, and if you want something to give, you're going to have to be the one who initializes the first push.

You fake overtime, knowing he usually stays later than the rest of you, you text Kihyun and Chaeyoung that you’ll call them after you speak to him and let them know all of the details. As soon as your last coworker wishes you a good night and the elevator doors close before her, your stomach pits like you've just thrown yourself into the lion’s den. It's the worst mistake you've made, and terror envelopes your entire system. You tell yourself in 15 minutes you’ll go knock on his door, sliding headphones on to calm yourself down. Shuffling a playlist a few times, you focus on your breathing while putting some stray pens and papers back into your filing drawer. When you hear Changkyun’s office door open way sooner than expected, your throat dries in an instant, your eyes glued to your desk and you work on trying to become as small and unnoticeable as possible.

His voice penetrates the wall you've desperately tried to build, and you turn quickly to face the direction it comes from, pushing off your headphones so they can fall around your neck. It's only then you realize that your music was never connected to them. You stand out of your chair suddenly. Changkyun looms, his silhouette shaded, one of the few light sources in the room is a lamp behind him. You cock your head slightly at him and he repeats himself: “Narcos.”

Your eyes flicker to your phone, and he's right. You were listening to the Narcos theme, outloud. “Sorry. I thought my headphones were–” Changkyun’s lips frown, and he shakes his head in disapproval, his arms folded over his chest. So you cut yourself short, grabbing your bag in a rush to just get out because the whole thing felt like a mistake.

“Do you know what the lyrics are about?” He doesn't try stopping you from packing away your things or help you clean up, he just watches with arms crossed. You shake your head, slowing down movements, trying to process the situation. “Drowning fear with love.”

“Why didn't you come to talk to me?” You surprise yourself with your sudden outburst, pinching yourself in the thigh.

He sighs like he’s been preparing what he’s about to say. “I overstepped. If anyone was going to reach out again, it should not have been me.” Your heart tugs because he's thought it out and was respectful and right. He was right.

“Why'd you have to drink so much?” Your eyes trace over the darkness that has hidden him so well.

You can hear him smile, and the song still plays behind you. “Because I’m smitten for someone I shouldn't be.” His head tilts down to his shoes on the carpet, a few strands of his slicked hair fall forward. Your heart feels like it's on a linear path to explosion. “Someone I have too much power over already.” He inhales deeply, and you move slowly to face him, releasing the pen in your hand.

“They make me nervous. I care a lot about how this person sees me, and I was worried they saw me as too uptight. So I did the only thing I knew would make me less uptight. Like a jackass.”

“Well doing that to me was the most jackass thing you've ever done, so you’ve got your worries in the wrong place.”

”Smitten” lt tingles in your stomach.

“I’m sorry. I know.” He steps forward twice until he can be illuminated by your desk light, and he looks magnificent. His eyelids hang heavily and he has dark bags under his eyes. The curve of his back as he looks down, his dress shirt flexing over his shoulders as he reaches to put the pen in a cup. “It was gross. I’m a dog.”

“No, idiot. No. You’re so stupid.” You pull the pen back out from the cup and slap it back onto your desk. His eyes light up, widening at your reaction. “You’re not a dog. You made me want you when I couldn't have you.” Changkyun has to tilt his head back slightly to give you room to come closer. “You made me worry for you and then disappeared like you didn’t need me. You’re a cat.” The song slows to a complete halt and the office is completely silent besides the air conditioning stuttering to keep up.

“I do.” Changkyun whispers. “I do need you.” His fingers float around your head like he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to touch. “You wanted me.” He says, and you’re unsure if it’s a question. You don’t care, you nod anyways, pulling his hand to your face like he did to you a week ago. “Pretty.” He mumbles, tilting his head to get a better view. You can barely keep your eyes open, and he places his other hand on your cheek before pulling you close to him again. Back into his embrace, where his cologne suffocates the air around you. You’d be happy to only breathe this air forever. “You’re so pretty.” He wraps an arm around your waist, holding tight enough that your hips push into each other, colliding dully. This time his words aren’t slurred, they’re just kept quiet, like a secret meant to keep between the two of you. “I’m your cat.” Your heart pounds against him, and he pulls both of his arms around to your back so he can take off his watch, sliding it off and setting it on your desk behind you. He lifts you up by your thighs and rests you next to it, your fingers brush the cool metal as you stabilize yourself.

He backs up for a second, just so he can scan over your face for any implication you don’t want him. “I’m, really…” He laughs, looking at his feet before centering himself on you again. Feeling at his cheeks with the back of his hand. “I’m really smitten.”

“Prove it.” You whisper, and Changkyun steps forward again, smoothly sliding a palm around the side of your neck, leaning in slowly, eyelashes hiding his pupils.

“I did already. Don’t you remember when I tried to fuck you after singing?” He smiles, proud of himself now for being able to keep his impulses at bay. You let your head loll from side to side like you’re deep in thought.

You hum a note of approval, “I would’ve let you if I knew you could’ve kept it up for more than a minute. It never lasts when you’re that drunk.” Your fingers brush down the side of his cheek, and Changkyun’s eyebrows thread conspicuously. He situates himself deeper between your legs.

“Let me make it up to you.” His palm lands on top of your thigh, brushing up and down. “You’re too perfect.”

You stare at him, angled down just a little from your seat on the desk. “What did you say earlier…” You prod, pushing Changkyun back an inch with a hand on his chest. “Called yourself a kitty. My kitty”

He shakes his head this time, whatever to get his point across, he’ll take. You drag your nails down the side of his neck, leaning in to press kisses on the opposite side, and needy noises fall from his lips. His shoe twisting into the carpet, he leans further in again, grabbing a fistful of ass as compensation. You make your way over to his lips, finally fulfilling the need. He nips quickly and sharply at your bottom lip, his hand forking through your hair. “Fuck” he groans, “fuck me.” “Please.” His voice mellows out as his phone starts buzzing in his back pocket. You sigh deeply, dropping your face to your hands, his face hot and legs tangled up in his. You pull away at the same time he does, checking it quickly before ending the call without ever picking it up. His pupils are blown out, cheeks are a bright pink, lips plumped and a little shiny from your makeup. You pat at his hair, rutting through knots with your fingers.

“I made dinner reservations for us because I had planned to apologize. Like a boss would.” He catches the hand on his head with his own. “Not how I expected today to go.”

“I’m hungry.” You shrug with a smile, and he eyes you completely baffled. He stares for a moment before shrugging.

“I’m with you.”

“Let’s go, Kitty cat.” You slide yourself off the side of the desk, fixing your skirt as Changkyun fixes your hair.

He halts his hands before letting them fall with a pinch of one of your cheeks. “Don’t let that be a thing, please.”

✱

chapter 1 ☆ chapter 2: "The Bear"

“I knew this apartment was too good to be true.” you scowled, signing and pressing your back against the door frame.

Changkyun stood directly behind you, head tilted up to watch the same, dampening spot as you did moments before. His hand rose from the pocket of his jeans, pressing into your hip to guide you out of the doorway so he could pass by, lips thin and focused.

“We’re going to have to call maintenance before that water starts flooding your bathroom.” He sighed gently, pulling his phone out to scroll through his contacts. “It just happened, right?” he asked, your annoyed side-glance the answer he needed to press the phone to his ear.

His body shifted back through the door, another little push of your frame to glide by bringing a whiff of his cologne into your nostrils. Eyes shut in frustration and meager attraction, your head rammed back into the frame, his body halting to look back and assure that you were alright before his lips moved and muffled words escaped as he stepped away to make the call.

Your level of frustration still had yet to end, his scent refilling the small space moments later with a pout of his lips and knitted brows. “He said he can shut off the water to your bathroom, but that’s the most he can do this evening. Apparently,” he sighed, running his hand over his face as he leaned back against your sink, equally as frustrated. “It’s not considered an emergency.”

“Seriously?” you hissed, your head beating against the frame once more before you pushed off and walked closer to your shower.

Your comment earlier was accurate, the apartment gifted to you by a friend, and neighbor, seeming too convenient for you to have come across. A single phone call led to them bringing up that the place was available and affordable, even in a nice part of town. There was only one catch, though: Changkyun, a friend of the same friend, had been told the same information, and you both wound up becoming roommates. The building was old, appliances recently updated but all else the same. It was your roommate that seemed to be the only charm of the place, his eyes boring into the back of your head as you turned around to catch his gaze.

“What am I going to do?” you asked him, putting your face in your hands with another sigh. “I have an interview in the morning, and I planned on showering tonight.” Your half-admitted schedule to the man you had only lived with for a limited time slipped out so comfortably that you forgot who you were speaking to, Changkyun’s wide grin filling your peripheral through the cracks of your fingers almost immediately.

“I have a shower.” he gleamed, palms pressed into the edge of your bathroom’s counter with a not-so-innocent look on his face.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

You felt silly piling all of your shower products into your arms and walking to Changkyun’s room, his entertained expression greeting you. Sat on his bed against the headboard, his headphones blared music as he watched you walk through his opened door, cocked brow and chuckle ignored when you made it into his bathroom.

“I won’t be long.” you claimed, shutting the door slowly.

“Take your time.” he said slyly, winking just as the door shut into its frame.

Your hand pressed against the cold, wooden door refused to move, frozen with the image of him in your mind. He told you to come in whenever you were ready to shower, that he would leave his door open, but he left out the part where he was sitting on his bed shirtless. The wink was the icing on the cake, your body finally pushing from the door to place your shampoo and conditioner into the shower.

Had you thought about it for a moment, you would have reconsidered the entire situation. An awkward pull between you and your roommate wasn’t ideal, his welcoming presence in the apartment always warming you and adhering to the mantra repeated about how scary it would be living with someone you don’t know. Changkyun had turned out to be the exact opposite, an understanding formed and a partial friendship built with the guy that gamed into the early morning and dished on the food you made with a boyfriend notion. He was a gentle catastrophe to your life, an underlying crush you hated to admit you had.

Stepping under the hot water with a deep breath, it wasn’t your own fragrances you could smell, but Changkyun’s. His body wash smelled fresh, the bottles opened and releasing the fragrance into the small space left you almost dizzy. You finally felt relaxed, though nervous that he was a wall away from your naked body, running through your normal routine.

No pipes bursting, no cold water, you didn’t even get soap in your eyes, but the universe still had it out for you. Lost in thought and still clouded by the image of Changkyun winking at you, which was something he had never done, brought you to pushing the curtain back in search of the one thing you forgot, a towel.

“C-Changkyun!” your voice was too small under the running water, an eerie silence combing through the apartment. Your eyes shut, breathing unsteady as your voice rose again, this time in a full yell for your roommate to hear you over his music. “Changkyun!”

“What! What?” his form rushed through the door, your naked body stood in perfect view where you pulled the curtain to the side. “Whoa.”

“Hey!” you cried out. Yanking the curtain over your frame quickly, you took note of how his eyes didn’t try to shift away even a centimeter.

“U-Uh, sorry. What’s up?” he asked, tone deeper than usual but still worried about you.

“I forgot a towel.” you claimed, hearing his tongue click. Your head moved around the curtain slowly, peering past the fabric with just enough time to see his index fingers point into the air and his body crouch, pulling one of his own from beneath the sink.

“No problem.” he grinned at you, holding out a cotton towel with a smirk on his lips. His eyes drifted over the exposed skin that he could see around the curtain, your tilted head drawing his attention back to the situation. The top row of his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, eyes blinking as his head nodded and he made his exit, chest puffed out trying to catch his breath from the scene.

Your body was dried by the large towel in minutes, hair puffed as you quickly pulled your clothes on. Every fiber of your being wanted to scold Changkyun for bursting in, but the thought that he only came running because he believed something was wrong led to you pulling the towel around your neck and making a run for your room. His eyes followed you, your arms holding onto the wet soap containers with all of your might as you fell into your room and shut the door behind you. Eyes closed and back against the cold wall, the scene of him biting his lip didn’t seem to want to leave your mind. With everything that happened in a moment's time, his scent continued to fill your senses. His towel around your neck nulled your worries from the busted pipe in your bathroom, even the awkward encounter with him, itself, only leaving a tight feeling in your gut.

Neither of you had tried to confront what happened, night falling in deep as you laid alone in your bed with the same image of him replaying. The way his eyes flashed with lust, his teeth biting into his bottom lip so hard it looked painful, his body at a stand-still only able to watch you. You twisted and turned in your covers, the arousal building in your body painful as you let out a faint whimper. Against the urge to relieve yourself to the thought of your roommate, your body couldn’t keep the will to fight, your hand running along your crotch from the outside of your shorts as you let out a gasp. His teeth ran over his bottom lip again in the memory, your eyes shutting and more pressure applied as you pant out his name.

It didn’t suffice, the built up of sexual tension you had witnessed frustrated you more than the wall currently ruined in your bathroom. Sitting up on your mattress with a huff, you nearly yelled out his name a second time. Your body craved release, one hard enough to make you shake, one only he could pull from you. Mind focused on Changkyun, you wrestled under the covers, legs kicking out in annoyance as a familiar scent caught your nose. His towel laid a few feet from you over your hamper, the cotton laced with only his smell from the constant use. He had made the mistake of pulling from the top of the stack; his most used towel, the one that held his scent like a candle and always would. Your pupils dilated, feet hitting the floor and pattering over to it. Fingers catching it at the edge, the smell of him only grew stronger, lifting the fabric to your nose to inhale him.

You were dazed, rushing back to your bed with the damp town in hand and Changkyun’s scent plastered through the cotton. Almost feral, your hand ran along your body again, riling yourself as your nose only smelled him. His name fell from your lips again, the slick arousal released from your body used to bring yourself towards one of the hardest orgasms you’ve ever experienced. The word repeated, body ignited with the friction you created but filtered by the image of him pressed over you doing it himself, the click of your door knob turning caused you to freeze in place.

“So-” he began, meandering through the door and shutting it back. Arms crossed over his chest, his eyes were glazed over with the same lust as before, tongue clicking in tandem with the door resting in its hinges. “Having fun?”

His feet carried him towards the end of the bed, the mattress lowering as his weight placed on it. Pressing one of his knees into the plush comforter, his eyes caught the sight he had been eavesdropping on from the other side of the door, his towel falling around your neck as you sat up in a rush.

“C-Changkyun I-” you stuttered, the palm of his hand flattening in your direction and halting the explanation trying to form on your tongue.

“I can even this out.” he said calmly, pulling some fabric from the back pocket of his jeans and placing it in front of you. “Stole those a while ago.”

Your underwear was now in plain sight, the casual pair that mysteriously vanished finally making its way back to you. Convinced for weeks that the dryer had eaten them, or maybe you dropped them and Changkyun respectfully put them back in your room and never mentioned it, they had actually been stolen and used for his own dirty deeds. Similar to what you were doing in the very moment, you blinked up at him, slowly pulling your underwear into your lap and staring at the article of clothing like it was a lost treasure. To him, it was.

“I guess the feelings are mutual.” he chuckled lowly, moving in closer to you.

His scent maximized as he leaned in, eyes boring into yours so deeply that the fleeing idea that he could hear your thoughts passed through your mind at the same moment his plump lips overtook yours. Eyes shutting, his hand rose to your cheek, a delicate hold on your face bringing you closer to him. His free hand brushed over your covers, finding his towel and your underwear before pushing them off the bed, making room for his frame to hover over you with ease. With the covers placed between your bodies, he groaned in frustration, the smell of your arousal thick in the air as he leaned back and took in a sharp breath.

“We should have done this sooner. Would have been less awkward and klepto.” he chuckled, pulling at the covers to slip his hardly-clothed body over yours properly.

Hand still guiding your face, he pressed his lips into yours more firmly, a gentle craze of his tongue over your bottom lip pulling a moan from your chest. The vibrations rocked against him, his crotch aligning with yours to gain friction. His touch was warm, shirtless torso hot above you as he panted, pulling from your face to rush kisses into the crook of your neck. Obedient, your light tug at his hip caught his attention, his shorts slipping down his legs and into the bottom of your bed in seconds. Hips rough and groans loud, the sound of him in your ear was euphoric, both of your corrupted minds finally catching a break.

His tongue licked stripes down your neck to your collarbones, littering light lovebites into the skin until he ran out of space and had to discard your shirt. The fabric between your bodies slowly diminished, clothing scattered beneath the covers quickly and bodies rutting against one another like two dogs in heat. He was ecstatic, your hand moving to the back of his neck to run your fingers through the hair at the base, leering him to continue, not to stop, and he wouldn’t.

He slowed for a moment, taking your lips between his in a deep kiss with little moment, breathing each other in as he pressed into you gently. It was a breakthrough, a convenient pass-time that would soon fill every void between roommates, a moment you’d never wish to take back.

“Fuck.” his teeth clenched when his length bottomed out in you, jawling tight and head thrown back in pure fervor for more.

His hips moved out of pure libido, your body adjusting and attaining to his thorough pace. Muscles tense under your grasp, your nails gently scratched at his back. His shoulder blades were prominent, keeping himself secure above you as his hips began to slam into you, your moans only garbled forms of his name.

“Yes, shit. Ahh.” he cried out, the hot covers over both of your bodies becoming a heater as they slipped down his back. Pushing in and out of you, his tongue slipped between your lips, twirling with your own as the orgasm originally subsited in you ignited once more. “Come on, baby.”

Your nails struck into his skin, abdomen tightened as you clenched around him, his own length throbbing within you. Holding himself back to let you finish, your arousal poured around him, his hips snapping for a final time before rushing out of you. Wrapped within his hand, his liquid dripped from his cock, releasing onto your stomach as his head fell back and Adam's apple bobbed.

Your breathing was completely out of normal sync, tongue panting just as much as his when you reached over to retrieve the bottle of water on your nightstand. His smile grew wide when you turned the bottle in his direction, watching the same liquid pour into his mouth as he swallowed and caught his breath.

“H-Hey, Changkyun?” your voice was low, almost tired.

“Hmm?”

“How many times did you cum with my underwear stuffed in your face?”

“잘 주무셨-- 아! 거기서 주무셨어요?” (Translation: “Did you sleep-- ah! Did you sleep there?”)

Eunjoo’s eyes landed on Manager Yoon, who limped quietly over to her. With a polite smile, she let her eyes wander back to watching the city as she whispered, “네, 잘 잤어요. 일어나서 바깥을 보고 있었어요.” (Translation: “Yes, I slept well. I was looking outside after waking up.”)

In reality, she had only slept a couple of hours max, but there was no need to tell that detail. After all, they had a packed schedule ahead of them, especially due to the incident the night before.

Manager Yoon whispered, “커피 마셔요?” (Translation: “Do you drink coffee?”)

Eunjoo nodded and bowed her head slightly as a polite thank you, before looking back outside. Something about the pastel toned sky being tinted by the bright sun rising was captivating. Captivating enough to steal her attention.

*Bzzzzz*

The long buzz snapped her out of her daze, and she looked down to see Tae-yong’s name pop up.

Looking up and around at her surroundings, Eunjoo quietly opened the door and walked out to the balcony with her coffee. As she closed the door, she picked up the call with a sigh.

“웬 한숨?” (Translation: “Why the sigh?”)

With an eyebrow raised, Eunjoo lifted the phone and stared at it with confusion. He didn’t sound like his normal happy self, and there was almost a sliver of annoyance in his voice. Placing the phone back to her ear, she replied, “그냥.” (Translation: “Nothing.”)

“하…” (Translation: “Hmm…”) The sound of his exhale irked her, but she stayed quiet. He asked, “너 왜 나한테 전화 안 했어? 우주랑 나랑 같이 감시 할때 넌 차 안에서 잘수 있었잖아..” (Translation: “Why didn’t you call me? You could have slept in the car while Wooju and I watched the surroundings?”)

So that’s what he was annoyed about. With her fingers pressing against her temple, Eunjoo mumbled, “그냥… 그렇게 됐어.” (Translation: “It just… happened that way.”)

“은주야.” (Translation: “Eunjoo.”)

“...왜.” (Translation: “...What.”)

“그냥 이참에 떠나는거 어때? 너 대신 솔이 -- 아니면 우주가 -- 아무나 이 일 마무리 할수 있잖아.” (Translation: “How about just quitting right now? Sol or Wooju -- or anyone can take this job and finish it for you.”) Tae-yong said. His voice was stern, completely stripped of any joking tones. Eunjoo hated talking to this Tae-yong. It reminded her not everyone was family in their team.

Sweeping her hair behind her ear, she grumbled, “백팀장이 퍽이나 그렇게 해주겠다.” (Translation: “As if Team Leader Baek would do that for me.”) And before he could reason, she continued, “선배. 선배 마음 알겠는데, 이번건 별로 안 위험해. 그러니까 팀장님이 이 사건 줬겠지.” (Translation: “[Sunbae.] I know what you mean, but it’s not that dangerous this time. Clearly, that’s why Team Leader gave this case to me.”)

She knew where the conversation was going, and she wasn’t comfortable one bit. She hated being reminded by others why she wanted to switch departments. She hated being reminded of that day when she decided. She hated remembering.

‘은주야… 우리 은주, 혼자서도 밥 잘 챙겨먹고, 잘 자고, 좋은 사람 만나고… 행복ㅎ..’ (Translation: ‘Eunjoo… our dear Eunjoo, you must eat well and sleep well by yourself, meet a good person… and be happy…’)

Clutching her father’s hand, Eunjoo sobbed. ‘안돼, 좀만 기다려봐!’ (Translation: ‘No, hold on a bit!’) She yelled for a doctor, but people passed by, blurring with each other.

‘우리는 은주가 더 쉬운 일 했으면 좋겠는데 -- 다치지 않고, 더 안전한 일…’ (Translation: ‘We wish you would have an easier job -- one where you can’t get hurt and is safer…’) her father breathed, wheezing in between each sentence.

His blood-stained hand, starting to drop in temperature, reached for her cheek, and Eunjoo kneeled down to let him.

‘미안해, 엄마 아빠가 이렇게 널 두고 가서… 우리 딸, 사랑해…’ (Translation: ‘I’m sorry that mom and dad are leaving you like this… we love you…’)

*bee---p*

Tae-yong huffed, “그래도 부모님은 네가--” (Translation: “But your parents wanted you--”)

“경위님, 아침 다 됐어요. 식사 하세요.” (Translation: “[Lieutenant], breakfast is ready to eat.”)

A voice different from Manager Yoon’s whisper startled Eunjoo, nearly knocking her phone out of her hands and down the balcony. She could hear Tae-yong call out her name, asking if she was okay. She took that moment of fumbling to compose herself and hang up rapidly, before she turned around to face the low voice that sounded just woken up.

As soon as she saw Shownu, however, she looked down and pursed her lips tightly. It took her all to not leak a chuckle, for his appearance was drastically different from the other times she had seen him before. He was dressed casually in a loose t-shirt paired with gray sweatpants. His hair was pushed to the left, making it clear which side he slept on. Contrary to his features that were normally accentuated by makeup, Shownu’s rectangular glasses sat a little crooked on his nose bridge, making him look soft but bearish at the same time.

“경위님, 괜찮으세요? 아, 혹시 아침 안 드세요?” (Translation: “Are you okay? Ah, do you not eat breakfast?”) he asked.

When she looked back up, her heart warmed at the sight of his worried face. Although she was still annoyed by what happened the night before and the future consequences, she thought for the first time -- maybe she was a bit harsh on him the night before.

With a small smile, Eunjoo looked at him in the eyes. “앞으로 제가 곁에 있을테니, 걱정하지 마세요. 제가 옆에 있는한 손현우씨에게 아무 일 없을거에요. 제가 장담하죠.” (Translation: “I’ll be with you going forward, so don’t worry. As long as I’m around, nothing will happen to you. I assure you.”)

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TBC