#also i keep telling y'all dino is menace who can't be trusted /j

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Technical Difficulties | lsk x reader

Seokmin's computer breaking shouldn't make him as happy as it does, but who can blame him when his favorite IT person always comes to the rescue?

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.1k

Warnings: suggestive, implied size kink, implied semipublic sex, seokmin thinks ur an angel, i don't know anything about computers

Reader Notes: hands are smaller than seokmin's

Seokmin sits back in his chair and beams at the blue computer screen in front of him. It’s covered in error messages and lines of code he doesn’t understand, and for once, he’s pretty sure it’s not his fault. It also means he’ll get to see his favorite person in the office: you.

You work in IT and you’re usually the one they send to help him because the others tend to lose their patience. He asks a lot of questions and can sometimes forget about respecting personal space, but you never get angry with him. You explain what you’re doing as you do it, and you always have an answer for his questions. If you don’t, you look it up later and email him. His computer has been breaking less and less because of your tips, and he’s even excited to come into work just on the off chance he’ll see you.

Today must be his lucky day, because you’re already knocking on his door.

��Come in!” He calls out, a smile obvious in his voice and unmistakable on his face. You push the door open and poke in your head, greeting him with a grin of your own as you enter his office and take the chair he gives up for you.

You look beautiful with your bright eyes and compact case of tools, and your ability to multitask is always impressive to him, your fingers typing away at the laptop you plugged into his computer even as you keep up an engaging conversation with him.

Seokmin loves to watch you work, and his eyes are especially drawn to your hands. He thinks a lot about them; everything he’s seen them do, and everything he’d like to see them do. He thinks about how much longer his fingers are than yours, and how if he bent you over his desk and put his hands on top of them, they would be completely covered.

He doesn’t think about you like this on purpose, per se, but he also doesn’t exactly try to push the thoughts from his mind when they appear. They’re like a little treat he gets to have throughout the day, a wonderful break from the monotony of office work, and if they also happen to make his crush on you even stronger, he’s not going to complain.

“Hm, I think I’ll have to get into the tower itself. Can I take this back to my office? I have a spare you can use in the meantime.”

Your voice makes him jump, and Seokmin realizes with a guilty heart that he was thinking these thoughts with you present. He’s used to indulging in them alone and behind a closed door (not like that (okay once)), but he usually at least makes an attempt to keep his mind out of the gutter when you’re around. Partly because his poker face is nonexistent, mostly because he already gets a little bit turned on when your attention is devoted to him.

The most he can manage in his current state is a nod. He’s positive his expression betrays everything, and if his worst fears have come true, his dick might even be pressing against his slacks.

“Can you show me to the supply closet on this floor? I want to take the computer on a cart so I don’t damage anything further.”

Seokmin hums in affirmation and turns on his heel, snagging his suit jacket off the hanger to hold in front of his hips just in case. There’s a closet just down the hall, but he’s pretty sure it’s not big enough to hold a cart. He’ll have to take you to the one by the stairwell; if he’s remembering correctly, there’s something roll-y and large in there - he’d banged his hip on it last week looking for a staple remover.

It’s a bit more out of the way, and Seokmin can’t stop his heart from racing as he leads you down the hall. He’s not sure why, but he’s feeling more and more nervous the closer he gets to the closet, like there’s something waiting for him there.

The door comes into view and he jerks it open for you, the resistance of disuse making him pull harder than he expected would be required. You enter first, your hand roving over the wall as you look for the lightswitch. Seokmin knows where it is, but from experience, he also knows it doesn’t work. He flicks it up and down a few times, just to be sure, and you must register what the sound means because you heave a sigh and get out your phone flashlight.

The cart appears immediately, the bruise on Seokmin’s hip throbbing angrily as he glares at the offending piece of office equipment.

“Perfect,” You breathe, placing your phone face down on the surface so the small room is illuminated in icy white light. “Now, let’s discuss why your crush on me is such a poorly kept secret. You know your assistant, Chan, told me about it?”

Seokmin’s heart jumps out of his rib cage into his throat, sirens sounding in his ears as he processes your words. He thinks about trying to laugh it off, but he knows his face will look too pained. There’s no point in denying it either, not when Chan told you in such clear terms. He has no choice but to admit it, apologize, and hope you won’t report him to HR.

“I’m really sorry, I guess I’m not exactly good at hiding it. I don’t tell people, but they might be able to figure it out on their own,” he sounds so terribly guilt-ridden, it’s a miracle he’s not already on his knees.

His mind flashes back to when his computer last crashed. He’d flown out of his office in search of gum and words of affirmation, and Chan had supplied him with both. Seokmin supposes he should have thought more about why Chan knew exactly what kind of affirmation he needed.

“Seokmin, I’m not upset with you, I just wish I’d known. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

“Lost time? What do you mean?”

“I mean, I like you back. And there’s a lot we could get up to in this very hidden, very untouched supply closet.”

You raise a brow, your eyes darting over to the empty workbench on the side wall. It’s the perfect surface for many things, things like kissing you and maybe getting his hands on your soft skin and perhaps sliding his fingers between your plush thighs and, if he’s really lucky, possibly feeling your perfect walls wrapped around him.

Seokmin has a feeling he’s going to be experiencing many more technical difficulties in the future.

AN: posted first on my patreon! written for one of my patrons as a wooahae tier benefit 💖