Request: simon d? where you work at aomg with him and he has a crush on you???
Member: Simon D x Reader x (ft. Jay Park)
Type: Fluff ahead, proceed with caution
Reshuffling the papers in your hand for what seemed to be the dozenth time, you made a concentrated effort to keep your mind on the task at hand. Ignoring the heat beginning to creep up your neck, you shook your head, and narrowed your eyes.
He was watching you again.
He liked to do that. And you liked to ignore him. That was the relationship you had developed since you had begun working at AOMG.
Persistent attention and casual avoidance.
If you pretended as if your boss wasn’t there, he didn’t exist. He was a phantom who signed your checks and left bodiless sighs around the office. You wouldn't ever be caught looking directly at him or addressing him as something other than "CEO." That just wasn't your relationship.
And you were certain that it irked him.
"What's up, babe?" a cheerful voice asked, shaking you from your mental diatribe. A man much less irksome than the one occupying your previous thoughts planted his thigh atop the edge of your desk, causing you to whisk your stapler out of the way for your visitor's safety. Clutching the small item to your chest, you looked up at the other CEO plaguing your life, and grimaced.
"You know, you're an HR incident waiting to happen," you muttered shaking your head.
“Mmm, talk corporate policy to me, mommy,” Jay chuckled, taking a bite out of his protein bar. “Having a staring match again?”
You looked up blandly to Jay before pursing your lips and glancing toward the office directly across from yours.
As expected, his eyes skirted just above the screen of his laptop, unabashedly examining the scene before him.
‘When did you become the resident gossip?” you croaked, instantly looking down to your paperwork again.
“When wasn’t I the resident gossip?” he laughed. “But more importantly, when are you going to throw homeboy a bone and actually speak?”
“I’ll try when he talks to me first,” you muttered. “That’s usually a good start.”
“You know he’s had a thing for you since I hired you,” Jay continued, tapping his chin in thought. “When was that...two...three years ago?”
“Four and a half,” you sighed, glancing up at him. “And your point?”
“His bark is worse than his bite,” Jay hummed. “Unless you’re into that kind of thing...in which case-”
“Please vacate my office,” you groaned, closing your eyes. You reached up and began to rub small circles into your temples. “We are not having this conversation.”
“Fine,” he pouted, sliding off of your desk and taking several stacks of post-its with him. “He can’t say I didn’t try.”
“Wait,” you hissed, opening your eyes again to glare at Jay. “He...he sent you?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t answer that,” Jay said smugly, a smile twitching to release itself from his lips. “I was told to vacate from your office.”
“Jaaaay!” you whined, your shoulders loosening as you sulked.
“Park CEO to you,” Jay nodded, his shit-eating grin now blazing. You couldn’t help but make your groan known as he trailed down the hall, forcing your decibel louder the further he went.
Tilting forward and letting the noise die slowly in your throat, you glanced back over to Simon who was still watching you intently. Shaking your head, you looked over to your computer screen before attempting to type aimlessly on the keyboard.
It didn’t take long until you felt an imposing presence in the peripherals of your vision. Taking a deep breath, you continued your lines of mindless typing, only looking up once you heard your guest clear his throat.
“Can I help you?” you hummed, not even bothering to look over.
“Uh, hello,” Simon’s deep voice bellowed. You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face, but you refused to turn his way. “Are...um...are you busy?”
His voice cracked in the middle of his sentence, causing a smirk to threaten to appear on your face.
This may be the first time he had ever actually talked to you in your years of knowing him.
“Yes,” you nodded. “I have to get these marketing materials out before the end of the day. Is there something you need?”
“Oh, um...” he trailed, his eyes busy glancing around your office. You turned to face him, actually allowing him the eye contact he always seemed so bent on receiving.
You couldn’t lie, he was extremely attractive, but looks weren’t everything. If you were ever going to consider going out with someone (let alone a coworker, which was in and of itself the last thing you wanted to do) you would have to be treated with at least an iota of reverence. It didn’t matter if he was your superior, you had no obligation to grant him a date.
“I was just...I was just wondering if you had plans after work?” he trailed. His Busan accent was thick when he was nervous, almost slurring his words within his deep tone.
You opened your mouth for a moment, prepared to decline, but something caused you to pause.
The Simon D you were used to hearing in the hallways was always confident. He had never once led you to believe otherwise. You had never considered that the reason why he wasn’t talking to you was because you had somehow made him shy.
That couldn’t be a possibility...could it?
“I...I’ll have to work late,” you finally croaked. “There’s a lot to get done.”
“Tomorrow then?” he perked, not giving up after his initial try.
“Same with tomorrow,” you nodded. “There are some Higher Music-”
“What about the day after that?” he asked, tilting his head. He narrowed his eyes, questioning how long you could evade his advances. “Or would the weekend be better?”
“CEO, sir,” you hummed, setting your palms on the top of your desk. You inhaled deeply, preparing to explain to him why his questions weren’t appropriate.
“Call me Simon,” he said softly. “Or Kiseok...”
“Kiseok,” you said, this new moniker rolling loosely along your tongue. “You are my supervisor, I can’t-”
“I’m your supervisor?” he chuckled. “What exactly have I been supervising?”
“Well, judging by the way you’re always peering into my office-” you trailed, but shook your head quickly. The last thing you wanted to do was make him angry. You knew even if he fired you on the spot, Jay would hire you back, but that was not paperwork you wanted to go through. “You are the CEO of this company-”
“Co-CEO,” he nodded. “Half of a CEO...so really I’m not any more important than a mail clerk or custodian.”
“Right,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. “My point is, I’m your employee. And going on a date with you-”
“Whoa,” he interrupted, a smile appearing. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip. “Now who said anything about a date?”
You felt your face grow hot with embaressment as you reflected on the conversation. “Well, I supposed technically no one, but-”
“But, I was just asking you your plans for the near future,” he nodded slowly, the grin remaining on his face. “I was thinking you deserve a little time off.”
“Oh,” you said breathlessly. “I...I do?”
“You hold this place together,” he purred, taking a few steps forward. Your eyes grew wide with his closer proximity, your heart nearly stopping as he leaned forward on your desk, becoming nearly eye level with you. “So on Friday, I want you to take the morning for yourself.”
“Real-Really?” you stuttered. There were a few things you had meaning to do around your apartment. And quite a few errands you had been putting off.
“Of course,” he nodded, remaining in his spot. Your breaths had become shallow as you listened to him talk, noticing how quickly the confident Simon had taken over in such an oddly awkward situation. “And for the evening, I’d like you to come in to the office.”
“Oh...” you whispered, caught off guard. “Well, alright.”
“So I can take you to dinner,” he hummed. The smile had slid from his face, now a stern expression replacing the once mischievous one. “You deserve to be treated.”
You shook your head, trying to gather your thoughts. “Kiseok, I told you, I’m your employee-”
“And this isn’t a date,” he insisted. “This is a man taking his coworker to dinner because their hard work deserves to be rewarded. Now you won’t deny me that, will you?”
“I- well...” you trailed. Your brain had completely turned into mush at this point. “I suppose not.”
“Great,” he cooed, the smirk returning to his face again. “I’ll see you exactly here at six p.m. on Friday then.”
By the time you had arrived at the AOMG building on Friday evening, the offices and cubes on the way to your own office were resoundingly quiet. You knew most people liked to leave early as the weekend was impending, but you had never recalled seeing it this desolate. The timers on the overhead lighting had caused them to begin flickering off, making you feel slightly uneasy as you continued forward. Quickening your pace, you wrapped your arms around yourself, providing a mental layer of security to your trek.
Turning the corner, you finally made it to your desk, heaving a large sigh as you found Kiseok’s empty. You gnawed on your lip as you glanced around, straining to hear his wayward sighs in the distance.
Well, at least you could check your email while you waited.
Navigating through the darkness, you reached out blindly until your hand found the small lamp at the corner of your desk. You clicked it on and immediately furrowed your brows, the sight of a large box balancing precariously on your rolling chair.
“What is this?” you whispered, eying the white packaging curiously. You pulled off the tag dangling on top and couldn’t help but groan.
“At least try to look nice. Love your favorite CEO (for now), Jay”
“I’m going to saran wrap his entire office,” you hissed, shaking your head. “Nothing is safe. Even his protein bars.”
You pulled the lid from the box and gasped. Inside, the contents were extremely small and heavily covered in lace.
“What in the hell,” you muttered, picking it up as if it were infected. How could he expect you to change into this?
You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath, knowing all too well that if you didn’t do as Jay expected, you’d hear an earful from him whenever he found out. Crossing the room, you closed your office door softly and began to strip yourself of your jogging pants and sweatshirt.
He was right about one thing. You hadn’t intended on dressing up at all.
You slid the gown over your body and squeaked in surprise at how well it fit. It wasn’t as short as you had originally assumed and left plenty of room for movement. Jay had done well.
Or at least his personal assistant had.
Just as you slid on the correlating shoes, you heard a light knock on your door, causing you to jump. You tugged at the fabric over your hips and sprung to stand vertically again. You weren’t sure why, but you had suddenly became nervous, the butterflies in your stomach growing ravenous with every passing moment. Licking your lips, you pinched your cheeks and ran your hands through your hair a few times. At least you had the decency to style it before you left.
With shaking fingers, you reached toward the knob, and pulled it toward you. The butterflies began flapping at double time as Kiseok’s handsome face greeted you, his body donned in all black formal attire as well.
“Nice,” you blurted, instantly feeling nervous. “I mean...you...you look nice.”
“As do you,” he smirked, his eyes scanning along your body before stopping at your lips. “But I would use the term gorgeous.”
“You...you look gorgeous?” you muttered, narrowing your eyes.
“No,” he chuckled. “I mean, YOU look gorgeous. I look like normal, old Kiseok.”
You gulped loudly as he offered his hand toward you, which you gratefully accepted. You weren’t sure if you could walk without his assistance, the simple act becoming much more complicated in his presence.
What was wrong with you? Only a few days ago you had grown weary of his advances and now you were falling over your own feet. Was a suit jacket really enough to throw your inhibitions to the wind?
If the suit jacket didn’t do it, his stolen glances directed toward you while riding in his chauffeured Mercedes did.
He was still awkward, but his moody gaze were enough to send your stomach into knots. Just as he would clear his throat as if to speak, a resonating silence would settle over the two of you again. Unsure if it was a date or a corporate dinner, you remained close to your door, making no effort to engage in physical contact.
No matter how great he looked tonight, he was your employer.
And you weren’t about to blur the lines.
He had taken you to an upscale restaurant, as expected. The first few courses continued as your car ride had, quiet and uncomfortable. Catching eyes every now and again, you had missed the confident Simon who had stood in your doorway and persuaded you to come here this evening.
“Would you like some more wine?” the waiter asked, coming by for the dozenth time since your entree had been served.
“Please,” Kiseok insisted, swallowing the rest of his glass as quickly as he could.
“Thank you,” you said quietly. He had to have been on his third or fourth by now, while you gently sipped at your first.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed after the waiter had disappeared. “I’m sure this isn’t what you had imagined a date with Simon D to be like.”
“To be fair,” you chirped, just happy to have some sort of conversation. “This wasn’t a date, remember?”
“Right,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Just a-”
“Man taking his coworker to dinner,” you said in unison, causing his smile to appear.
It was the first time he had shown any sort of emotion all evening and you were grateful for it. The image was enough to make your heart skip a beat.
“I’ll be honest,” he sighed. “I didn’t intend on this being “just a dinner.”“
“Oh?” you asked, lifting your brows.
“Surprising no one,” he hiccuped. “I’ve had some...feelings for you for some time.”
“Hopefully not negative ones,” you grinned, taking another sip of wine. “That would be awkward. Is this dinner a truce?”
“Hardly,” he muttered. “Only if the truce means you leave my sensitivities alone.”
“Your sensitivities?” you croaked, nearly spitting out your drink. “Kiseok, I hardly-”
“Hey,” he laughed, putting his hand up in defense. “You didn’t know you were doing it. It’s alright.”
“I have done nothing to play with your emotions,” you pouted, crossing your arms. “Honestly, I think earlier this week was the first time I had spoken to you directly in the better part of-”
“Four and a half years,” he smirked with a small nod. “You’ve been sitting across the hall from me in every building we’ve rented, Y/N. Did you think that was coincidence?”
“Well...no,” you muttered. “I just assumed I was always close to you and Jay because I helped make decisions...and...”
“You are more capable than every single person we’ve ever hired at AOMG,” he sighed. “You didn’t need Jay or I to watch over your decision making.”
“So...you’ve sat me there so you could initiate a staring contest every day for the past half of a decade.”
“What can I say?” he groaned. “I’m shy.”
“Psychotic is more like it,” you hissed. “Seriously, if you had this kind of feeling for me for so long, why didn’t you ever bother verbalizing it?”
“Sometimes it’s easier to suffer in silence,” he sighed. “Than to accept the rejection.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t have rejected you,” you chirped, taking another sip of wine.
“Hey, Y/N,” he grinned. “Will you go on a date with me?”
“Absolutely not,” you smiled in return.
“See,” he laughed. “My point proven.”
“Kiseok,” you sighed. “It’s nothing personal. I’m just not going to date the man who signs my checks. It’s a conflict of interest.”
“Says who?” he asked. “Shouldn’t I be the judge of that?”
“People will start saying that you’ve given me preferential treatment,” you whispered. “That I’ve only gotten as far as I have because you’ve fancied me this whole time.”
“Who gives a shit what people have to say?” he said quietly, his expression serious. He looked you in the eyes as he ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “Let them talk. They can’t take away what you’ve done. Words are only words.”
“Easy enough to say when your the CEO,” you muttered.
“You want to be a CEO?” he asked, lifting his brows. “I’m sure Jay wouldn’t mind, we can split into thirds.”
“Don’t be a smart ass,” you sighed, running your finger along the rim of your glass.
“It’s better than being a dumb ass,” he hummed.
“I see the alcohol is speaking,” you chuckled, looking away.
“Y/N,” he whispered, reaching forward. His fingers grazed over your knuckles, causing an electric shock to run over your skin. The hair stood up on your arms as his calluses made tiny trails along your fingers. “Why not give it a chance?”
“It would be career suicide,” you argued. “Especially if it didn’t go well.”
He smirked at you, tilting his head as if he were a puppy. “But what if it did?”
