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tags: o.de x reader, sfw but TENSION!!, genderless reader(is the right term idk pls help), rivals with crazy sexual tension, coworkers, he's the CEO's son, they both need each oteher SO BAD, he's wearing a suit and tie in my head, POWER PLAY!!!, he kinda likes to be mocked and ordered around ngl, he's so hhnnhhgh, fuck you or..../fuck/ you??, no clothes are off but somehow that makes it even worse because ohmygod pls just go home and do SOMETHING
plot: Seungmin HATES to not be in control in every single aspect of his life, so when you show up in his life his first instinct is to hate your guts because how dare you make him lose his mind daily while arguing and have him go home and think about how badly he needs you? Things take a turn when you go into his office during one of the company's parties and you both try to make the other one break first.
Seungmin was a respectable man. He never did things that weren't a direct order, and he hated whenever anything went sideways. Even if it was the laptop on his desk being two millimeters too close to his mug, he had to fix it. Things had to be perfect at all times: schedules, meetings and most importantly, his feelings.
There was no room for failure, or an unexpected factor to possibly disrupt the way his future will turn out. He was never a big fan of surprises, whether it be birthdays or having to postpone a deadline. Whenever his routine got messed with, his entire nervous system shut down.
That is exactly why, from the moment his eyes met yours in the conference room, he made a decision: he hates you. He hates the way you spiraled into his life on a random Tuesday afternoon, introduced as a new collaborator, the way your clothes always sit perfectly on your body perfectly showing your collarbones because you know that is one of the most sensual features about you, the way you carry yourself with such certainty and confidence.
He especially hates the way he cannot stop his mind from wandering whenever your eyes meet. How do you look when you're not telling someone off for turning in a sloppy presentation? How do you look when you're at home, changed out of your office attire having a cup of coffee right after waking up?
How would you look with him? Lights dim, breath hot against his? How would you sound? How would you be afterwards? Would you pick up your clothes and leave in the middle of the night or stay in until the morning?
He hates it. His mind is absolutely plagued and no matter how much time passes, he is incapable of doing anything other than loosen up his tie whenever a thought about you pops up in his head. It's been three months and the only think he can think of is how exhausting it is to see you every day and have your perfume fill the halls of this cursed building, making it impossible for him to escape you.
Even at home, when it should be just him and his thoughts, his safe space, you're there. Your smell, somehow haunting him, on his clothes after standing next to you for a meeting, the papers you handed him with the data for the project you're currently working on, hell, even on his hands from the time earlier on today you mockingly shook his hand with a sarcastic smile.
He feels like a pervert. He feels like he shouldn't even be allowed to have these thoughts about you. After all, all you really want is to piss him off on purpose and make him lose his patience, his self-control.
This is a game, for the both of you. You are both aware of it. In reality, everyone around you is aware too, observing and whispering to themselves, waiting for the day in which a winner will be declared. It feels exhausting and exhilarating at the same time, knowing that for once, someone is at his level, that for once, someone even dares to make Oh Seungmin doubt himself.
What the prize is, neither of you can really tell. The lines started to become blurry a long time ago. What was supposed to be a simple company party suddenly turned into a push and pull of who will be the first one to break and excuse their behavior with the alcohol running through their veins.
You can't even remember how you two ended up in his office, away from the main party, the music still booming through the hallways. You can't remember how long it's been since the party has started and no matter how much you two would like to pretend that you're now on his lap because you had to drink more than you can handle, you know that's a lie.
Playing with Seungmin is fun. It's fun because even with all of his bitchy replies and eyes rolling, you could tell. Since day one, you saw the way his eyes would drop to your lips whenever you two would argue, or the way he'd let himself stare for a moment too long at your figure walking away after a heated discussion in the meeting room.
You've accepted a long time ago that whatever was happening between you two was not something to get over, or to let go of. It was impossible to even try to pretend when at night, before going to sleep you'd find yourself more than once closing your eyes and chanting his name in a quiet whisper under your sheets.
Neither of you wanted to break first, but as days passed by, it was harder and harder to keep up the pretense. Tension started to feel suffocating. What used to be passing thoughts when you'd see his hand grip onto his pen in anger whenever you'd give a snarky remark now became constant daydreaming of how he'd look unbuttoning his shirt more than just two buttons when he gets annoyed over a project not turning out the way he expected.
You knew he wanted to break, he wanted to let go and just say 'fuck it', let himself feel unsure of the outcome for once and allow his emotions to get the best of him, but he was just too prideful for his own good.
That is exactly why today, while arguing once again over the direction of your new shared project you two agreed to check the data on his laptop to prove a point. It was a lame excuse, an excuse that no one with half common sense would believe, and yet, here you two were. Alone, tension that could be cut with a knife surrounding you two.
When he leans against his chair after closing the tab with a pleased expression, you find yourself making the first move without even realizing. You turn his chair so he can face you, leaning closer to him.
"Seungmin." No reply. The man stares at you, tense, guarded but still comfortable in his seat as if his legs were glued to the floor. He doesn't say anything, doesn't pull away, doesn't move. He simply looks up at you, a mix of intrigue and fear. "C'mon, look at me." You whisper as you lean closer, index caressing the side of his jaw before making the blonde look at you.
"No, I-" He starts, but his words get caught in his throat when his eyes meet yours. "I shouldn't…" Seungmin gulps, eyes tracing the curve of your shoulders then jaw.
"But you want to, don't you?" The question comes out in a mocking hum, tilting your head while getting closer to him.
At this point, the other's eyes are glued on your lips, a shaky breath escaping his own. His eyes close tightly for a split second, swallowing the air he can't exhale and letting his hands grip onto the chair's armrests. "Shit.." The blonde exhales almost bitterly, dropping his head down before opening his eyes and looking at you through his eyelashes. "Would You stop If I told you to?"
He doesn't need an actual answer. Seungmin knows you would, if it ever really came down to it, if he ever truly asked you to. He also knows that you're perfectly aware of how pathetic he looks right now, nails digging into the armrests as a drop of sweat glistens down his temple.
"If You wanted me to stop, yes." You speak lowly, hand wrapping around his tie to yank him slightly closer as you part his legs with yours. "But that's not what this is…Is it, Seungmin?" You tilt your head innocently, words barely above a rasp before you sit down on his lap. "You just can't stand the idea of not having control for once."
The irritation is clear in his eyes and yet, his Adam's apple moves as he swallows against your knuckles that still hold onto his tie, chest feeling tight and palms sweaty. "I always have control." The man retaliates, and it almost makes you laugh. "I'm not going to let you do this just to have something against me."
His finger twitches against the chair, as if itching to touch you. You look down at his fingers, your lips curling into a small satisfied smile, hand that was around his tie now also holding his jaw. "You know me so well." You hold his jaw tighter and make him tilt his head backwards just enough to look up at you. "But if you really had that much control, I wouldn't be here."
Seungmin's eyes are hazy. He can barely see what's in front of him. All he can focus of is the feeling of your hand around his tie, your fingertips over on his cheeks and the way your body presses against him just enough to make him let a small curse to himself.
"What good does it serve any of us?" The man rasps, one hand reaching for the one that is holding his jaw. For a split second, he almost fools you. That is until you feel the electricity of his touch lingering over the side of your waist over your clothes. "It would just be an inconvenience."
His words are cold and calculated but you can see it: that glint in his eyes, the quiet plea to keep going, the way his palm slowly drops to your thigh in a silent challenge. Your thumb caresses the side of his jaw, breath burning hot against his as you lean your body closer to him when his hand moves up your waist with more intention. "You should've thought about that a long time ago."
"It's not too late, though." Seungmin breathes out a sigh, although his fingers dig into your side before reluctantly pulling his hand away, resting it back on the armrest. "You're not'-" he tries but stops midway when you grind once. It was a gentle movement, the intention wasn't even to get him worked up, you just wanted to get closer on his lap and yet, you felt him pulsate from under you.
He needs to take back control, and quick. It's too late to push you away or feign this doesn't affect him. So, he does the next best thing and grips onto your waist, getting up from his chair and putting you down as your lower back presses against the edge of the desk. You let out a choked up gasp, eyes wider as you look up at him, chest moving faster and breaths getting heavier.
"You're not the only one that knows how to play." He rasps, your hand slowly loosening the grip around his tie as he holds your sides firmly, knuckles going white and you can't even be bothered at the thought that it might bruise. You hope it does.
Breaths are heavier, the air feels harder to swallow and your head feels dizzy. Seungmin's cheeks are flushed pink, pressing against you shamelessly and you feel a familiar knot starting to burn in the pit of your stomach. "Maybe not…" You gulp, licking your lips before letting go of his tie, allowing your hands to now roam over his chest, unbuttoning one single extra button. "But I'm better at it."
Seungmin looks down at you, hands slowly roaming over your ribs, a sharp exhale masked as a chuckle leaving his lips. "You were the one to follow me here, weren't you?" The blonde rasps, a shaky breath escaping him when your hands slowly move from his chest to his abs over his button-up, leaning in as if he was about to kiss you but stopping midway when he sees you tilt your chin up for him.
"You're right, I did." You nod, getting your face closer to him. "I didn't come here for something to happen, Seungmin." At that, the man's hands drop to your waist again, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow. "I came here to prove a point." You whisper, lips almost brushing over his.
"What's the point?" The taller urges you, lightly pushing himself harder on you, your hands twitching against his shirt before griping onto it, looking at him with doe eyes.
"That you're not as strong as you'd like people to think." You reply confidently, pushing him away just enough to get out from under him. "I'm leaving the party early." You announce while fixing your clothes as you clear your throat, back turned to him as he brushes his hair back in frustration once before sitting back on his chair. "Game's over Seungmin." You turn around to look at him over your shoulder, trying to gain back composure. "You know where I live."
He hates the confident tone in which you've said it and he hates the sound of your shoes clinking against the hall after the door shuts in front of him and your figure is no longer there for him to enjoy. He hates how easy it was for you to prove the one thing he's been trying to avoid for months.
Seungmin especially hates how his pulse is raising and he can feel his blood pump through his veins as he processes everything that just happened, and how he knows for certain that the moment he gets up from this chair, it won't be the party he'll be headed to.
He hates the fact that you won. All of the hard work he's put into putting up a facade and making everyone think he is the most composed and unbreakable person in this building, down the drain in a single night.
Seungmin sighs, a resigned curse escaping his lips before he gets up, grabbing the keys to his car and his jacket, making his way out of the building without even bothering to make up some lame unbelievable excuse for why he's leaving the party this early.
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A series depicting various stages and colours of love, as represented by six elements - Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire, Space and Spirit.
From two hopeless teenagers nurturing an exciting relationship, to a widow reminiscing the loss of their loved one. From a married couple finding comfort in stability and trust, to a drained couple suffering from faded feelings. Or, maybe couples that haven’t figured out anything at all, their relationship, or where they’ll move onwards.
Love takes the shape of everything and anything, and I hope you enjoy my work!
Notes: None of these are connected or in the same universe.
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For centuries, love has been likened by countless people to a hilarious variety of things.
Love is natural. Love is like water. Love is like wind. Love is like fire. Love is vast. Love is intuitive.
If you couldn’t tell already, love is a lot of things.
A lot of types.
And it’s different for everyone.
I, for one, have never had the privilege nor curse to experience love.
To be precise, romantic love.
Not admiration for celebrities, not endearment for friends and family and animals, not skills or activities you polish.
All I know is fairytales. My parents. My grandparents. My friends’ attempts. That one couple with excessive PDA. A few situationships I’ve had, barely brushing the surface.
I don’t really understand, do I?
Of what it means to dedicate, connect and share your life with another.
Do you?
But, from all this, I think I can try.
Try to imagine.
Try to understand.
Try to pretend.
To know the complicated, beautiful, gross, wonderful thing that is called love.
