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nevernonline · 1 year ago

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✧.* remind me; wjh

remember when you spent the night with your best friend? or do you need a reminder of what it was like all these years later.

✿ paring: junhui x afab! reader

✿ genre/s: the one that got away, friends to lovers to strangers.

✿ warning/s: smoking, reader has female genitalia, smut, swearing, mentions of drinking. minors dni.

✿ word count: 2.3k

✿ note: not much, just me thinking of junhui. especially after the 5:26am teaser photos iykyk. also def not edited, srry lol.

Over the course of five years the thought running into Jun had become basically nonexistent, sometimes you'd go into your favorite coffee shop or book store imagining him bowsing along as you not so casually run into him.

His smile felt like it was fake now, something you’d imagined in your head. Maybe your ex was a made up character in your life.

You were so casually shopping in your favorite sweat suit when you thought you caught a glimpse of his perfect side profile, but you knew it was just your imagination. Thinking some other guy in the store was him. It could never be. He left you, he left town, when he skipped you knew it was over with the both of you from the start.

Jun had always been a bit of a nomad, but so you were you. It was just another thing in common you had put in your pros and cons column of some document you titled ‘The Perfect Man.’ He left his home town to move to a big foreign city in pursuit of a dream, for him it became reality for you it became many years climbing a corporate latter you weren’t sure would end in your favor due to, well one, being a woman and two how competitive your field was.

The day you had met as interns you clicked right away, both working for the company's CEO one of you always grabbing his sugary coffee drinks and one of you running his investment numbers, based on your bosses tastes you always were the one running ‘wife tasks.’ like picking his kids up from school, grabbing his dry cleaning, booking him dinners that he needed you to attend for the company, but mainly to look like his much younger girlfriend to appease his clients.

Jun was the only person who made you feel real at your job. I mean, he was the only shining light in a stepping stone to what you really wanted, because he understood. He always felt bad leaving you with the boss's dirty work.

To be fair you never blamed him for getting the real jobs, even after you both graduated university.

He was perfect. He was competent, smart, and well liked. But, you were those things too, it just so happened half the office was obsessed with the fact that they could fuck you that they paid no intention to how good at your job you were.

A night spent out nearing your final days of your internships and graduation on its tails, you both decided to take the chance to get a luxury dinner from your boss. Jun texted saying you’d be a fool to miss expensive wine you didn’t have to pay for yourselves.

At the restaurant you remembered the feeling of being the only female intern, especially once the rest of your so called class got more and more waisted, you were just a face, you were just another person for them to fantasize as they worked ‘hard’ in the office.

Jun changed that, he fought for you, fought for your chance to be seen as more than someones ticket to a luxury hotel bedroom fuck that they didn’t have to tell their wives about. He was the only one who saw you for you.

That night you had your first kiss, you had your first taste of his lips on yours. Not because he was the only person who understood you, well, maybe that, but also because you had a crush on him too.

You and Jun had a romantic night in a hotel room paid by your boss, you fucked, you kissed, you even ordered food on his tab just to spite him for the way he had treated the both of you during your intern year, but the moment you woke up he was gone.

You never could understand why he left, until you saw him on the local news being promoted to the company's CFO nearly seven years later. You had tried to move on, but did he?

It really didn't bother you as much as you thought it might, he was successful, he was kind-hearted, came from a decent family, he was really the picture perfect person for a job like that and you knew it.

The one thing that really bugged you is that maybe you felt like a victim, like your old boss said you didn’t deserve the job for being too distracting.

After the news you were out with your friends, trying to avoid anything to do with the one person you never seemed to be over. But, he was here.

Him, Wen Junhui, the boy you once knew with his perfect side profile, his perfect laugh, his charisma that went for days.

The odds? I mean, none really. The city was big enough that you both could never run into each other, except for tonight.

You watched him silently while your friends drank and celebrated across the room, he was confident and happy as ever. And beautiful.

Maybe the buzz of too many tequila soda’s make you confident or maybe it was your taste buds suddenly remembering how his plump lips tasted against yours, that you were reminded of him.

Some girls surrounded him in flocks, but you noticed how disinterested he seemed in their advances just waving them off in the most polite way he could.

Not being able to watch him much longer, you excused yourself from your friends and headed to the back door to take a hit of the joint burning in your purse pocket.

After a few minutes of being alone in the cold post winter air the heavy metal door opened, revealing Jun.

“Y/N? I thought it was you?”

You weren’t sure how to respond, taking a long hit before handing it over to him.

“Uhm, Hey. Here.”

He took the perfectly rolled object from your long manicured fingers, nearly grazing them with his hands.

“I haven’t seen you in a long time, I’m sorry.”

Sorry? So he was sorry for leaving the morning after you hooked up. Isn’t that a convenient thing to say?

“Right, I’m sure.”

Jun was taken aback by your coldness as he breathed in a deep pull into his lungs.

“I am. Look, I kind of chickened out. I really liked you, but everyone told me that being with a company girl was a bad look, that I should be a bachelor for a while. I guess I just took it to heart a little too much. Just, I guess trust me. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

Anyone? A perfect, rich, beautiful guy hasn’t been with anyone in seven years? It was heard to believe, but his expression was one you remembered, one of his sincerity.

“In seven years? Not one person?”

“Well, maybe for needs I couldn’t handle myself. But, there's been nobody like you I’ve met. I really tried for a while, it’s just nobody compared. I know this is so stupid, I’m drunk and I don’t care.”

“Jun, you don’t mean that.”

“No. I do. You’re the only person I can’t get out of my head. I think about you consistently to the point where seeing you in the bar tonight I just assumed it was some random aura, I came out here to get some air actually when I found you. You’re my youth, y/n. That intern party and finally kissed you, it stuck with me. It’s like since then I’ve only looked for people who reminded me of you, like, I guess doing myself a disservice?”

“Me too.”

Me too. The only words passing through the lips Jun had missed.

“I miss you, I miss the way you felt in my arms. I miss the ways you fucking held my hands, I even miss the way you stoke french fries off my plate when you told me you didn’t want any. I was so in love with you, I think I still am. I’m sorry.”

Jun’s body turned back to the metal door paned into the brick wall, suffocating the sound of loud club music coming from within, but before his hands could open it, you grabbed him.

“Look, I don’t know if this is stupid or if it’s just because I’m cross-faded, but I was in love with you too. The reason I came out here was just because I saw you, I wished for so long we’d meet randomly and when it finally happened I freaked out.”

Jun couldn’t believe his ears, the sweet sound of your love for him coming out of the mouth he so badly wanted to plant kisses on and well, do other things with.

“Will you leave with me?”

“Won’t all your girlfriends be mad you picked up a company girl”

“No, fuck them anyway. Why’d you leave the company after we hooked up if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Why did you leave me the morning after we hooked up?”

“I asked you first.”

“Well, I overheard some of the guys talking about us. I just felt like I was being kept around because I was a good fuck or something. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I just used my new corporate business experience and opened up a bakery. Feels good to not be a suit I guess.”

“Wait. You actually did it? Wasn’t that your dream since you were a kid?”

“Yeah. Sweet you remember me so well.”

“I would’ve never forgotten you anyway. That morning, I got a call from the CEO asking me to come straight to the office because of a complaint and I panicked, but really he offered to train me to be the new CFO if I became his assistant, the only catch was he told me I couldn’t date within the company and that I should forget you, get myself a basic girl that just wants to stay at home and tend to me, because I’’ll be busy. It was stupid, leaving you, but I just thought it was the right move at the time. I’m sorry, you believe that right?”

“Yeah, I do. I’m not mad at you, you know. I just wished you would’ve told me why.”

“Hate me?”

“I’d never hate you, Jun.”

“Good, let’s go.”

Jun’s hand wrapping around yours gave you deja vu and here you were together at last.

“Where are we going?”

“My place.”

“Trying to fuck and forget again, Junhui? I thought your mom taught you better.”

“Nope, trying to bed and wed.”

Needing to feel him closer to you, you stopped in a narrow alleyway and pushed his white collared covered back against the cold bricks of a building to your right. Placing a feral kiss onto his mouth, unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

“Someone’s desperate.”

“I can’t wait to get back into your apartment, just fuck me here. Please.”

Without another thought Jun traded his position against the stone with you, now stripping you of your panties that were hidden below your skirt and putting them in his back pocket. Kneeling now, revealing his perfect face between your thighs as he went in and placed soft kisses on your soft skin, before reaching the aching spot of your pussy.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

Jun just mumbled into your wet center as he continued pleasuring you. You missed the way your hands felt in his hair while he ate you out so sweetly.

“Can you just fuck me already, I mean the head is great, but I need you to be inside of me so badly.”

“Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets.”

Jun now crawled up your body just to the point of pressing his clothed cock onto your leg, sucking on your neck, causing you to moan louder than you ever thought you had as he slowly unzipped his pants in the process.

He was teasing you now, rubbing small circles against your center with the tip of his penis before finally entering bliss.

“God, you feel the same.”

“Fuck, thats kind of hot but you’re bigger than I remember.”

“Probably the implant.”

Your laugh rang in his ears, he missed making you laugh while he fucked you, he missed seeing the way your eyes were glazed over in pure euphoria from him being inside of you.

His movements gained momentum, placing his hand behind your head as he fucked you faster, making sure it didn’t hit the brick wall too hard behind you.

“I don’t think I can last much longer, Jun.”

“It’s okay baby, you can finish. We can always go for more later.”

WIth a few final soft kisses and thrusts you held on as long as you could before he reached his peak too, releasing himself inside of you and cleaning you up with the panties he stored away into his pocket.

“Wait, how far do you live? I don’t think I should walk around with no panties for too long and I have to pee.”

Jun’s hand pointed to the brick wall he just fucked you against.

“Here actually.”

Your cheeks grew hot and you placed a hard smack on his arm.

“Oh my god, you mean we could’ve just went upstairs?”

“Yeah, but where's the fun in that.”

“Touche, cutie.”

“Cutie? Still? I’m not like hottie, sexy, handsome?”

“Nope, just a cutie forever and always.”

“Not even sexy when I wrap my hands around your neck?”

Entering through Jun’s front door, he jokingly wrapped his pretty fingers around your neck to give you an idea of how he would take you later since you provoked him by calling him cute.

“Pulling out all the big moves tonight?”

“Mhm, only for my girl.”

“I’m still your girl?”

“Yeah, my one and only. If you’ll have me.”

“Remind me, what's your name again?”

Suddenly your feet were pulled off the floor as Jun carried you into his bedroom where he’d remind you all night long.

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cursedbag · 1 year ago

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Author's Note: it's been about a billion years since I've written any sort of fan fiction but I saw a post that was just... inspirational (I don't remember exactly who posted it but it was for sure on Tumblr)

Anyways, warnings: 18+, minors don't interact, not proofread, afab!reader but 2nd pov used, reader is a nepo baby and not into unions, potentially degrading? Idk lmao Nanami might be a little ooc, it's been a hot minute since I read the manga

His Hard Earned Bonus

Lawyer! Nanami x CEO! Reader

Your hands gripped tightly on Nanami's hair as his tongue bullied your clit. His tongue always worked magic when you were stressed. Meetings, clients, your employees' desire to unionize, he would make those trivial problems melt away; legally and sexually.

"Nanamin~" you moaned as he tightened his grip on your thighs. He hummed in response, not pulling away to entertain anything beyond himself. His tie was thrown over his shoulder as he enjoyed his meal with messy slurps. He had your panties in his back pocket with no intention of giving them back.

Nanami was a man who always had a healthy sexual appetite. It's part of the reason why he became a lawyer. The gratification of getting his clients *exactly* what they wanted with the benefit of a solid paycheck behind it. When you first hired him, he couldn't get you out of his head. The cold glances that you'd give your subordinates, the glares you gave to your CFOs and CMOs; it made it near impossible to do his job without some sort of added benefit. Especially with how spoiled and bratty you were (on account that your father was the chairman).

Nanami loved that you were spoiled rotten; it always made his job a bit more exciting than it actually was. You could demand anything and he'd just ask for a deadline. So when the Christmas party rolled around, a well placed mistletoe was all that he needed to seduce you. Sure, there would have to be secrets for the sake of both of your careers but Nanami relished in the secret little rendezvous he planned.

"It's almost like you want to get caught," you chided with a soft moan. As if you wouldn't love something like that, to be caught with the hot blond lawyer between your legs as he feasted on you like you're the only thing he ate. You pulled at his hair, earning a groan from his lips that vibrated against your folds. Your essence dripped down his chin as he looked up at you insatiably. He pulled away, much to your dismay.

"If I wanted you to be bratty, I would have waited until I got to your penthouse," he stood up from his kneeling position, "we wouldn't want a certain chairman to find out that you're taking advantage of a lowly employee."

"As if my father would believe that. Besides, you came on to me. Metaphorically and literally," you winked as he towered over you. "plus..." your hand reached for the obvious tent growing in his pants, "you probably like that you're undermining my father's power by fucking his daughter during your lunch break."

"I think of it more as a bonus, most of the cases you ask me to cover are almost always some sort of impossible," he said before he placed a kiss on the corner of your lips.

You rolled your eyes, "well you always manage to get it done, don't you?" There you go again. Blue blooded, through and through. "Are you going to finish or...?"

"I have a meeting in ten minutes," he says with a sigh.

"... with me."

"And your father," he says as he tugged your pencil skirt to no longer be a clean sign of deviance, "wouldn't want daddy dearest to find me here alone with his CEO."

"Fine," you groaned as you leaned back on chair. You always had the most irresistible pout when you were denied what you wanted. "What about your little friend there?"

Nanami scoffed at the implication, "you were complaining about my *little* friend yesterday. I'll take care of it in the bathroom or something." You wanted to tease him for the imagery he painted in your head; His cold stoicism melting away as he fucked his fist, chasing a high that became harder and harder to satisfy on his own.

You picking up your phone and quickly dialed a number as Nanami watched you. "Hi daddy," you spoke sweetly, "I was just wondering if we could push back that meeting? I totally got food poisoning earlier and I was just about to go home." Nanami wanted to burst out laughing at your pathetic excuse, all just so that you could get your daily fuck in.

"Really? Oh thanks daddy... yes, I'll have Nanami take me home right away," you looked at him with a devious smirk before hanging up the phone.

"So I'm a personal chauffeur now?" Nanami teased as he stood by the door as you grabbed your coat, "what will my bonus be for that?"

"You act as if I didn't just do you a favor," you said as you slipped into your coat, "come on, I have to make it look at least a little believable." You leaned on his shoulder before he wrapped an arm around you and walked you to his car in the parking lot. The short walk and elevator ride felt hours long, even longer when Nanami got a call from his actual boss.

"Sir?" Nanami answered the phone, acting oblivious.

"Nanami! Would you be a pal and take my precious angel home and work from there? I'm sure they'll be so disappointed that they couldn't do work because they're a little sick," your father wasn't a successful business man because he was a smart man.

"Yes sir, I'll take them home right now," Nanami informed as he unlocked the car to let you in. You slipped into the front seat before he closed the door behind him. He hung up his phone as he entered the driver's seat.

"You know... we can't just leave right this moment," you leaned close to his ear. "Daddy will find it suspicious that you'd already have me on the road and stuff," your hot breath tempted him like no other.

"What are you suggesting?" He entertained your whims despite your recent bad behavior. You kissed his cheek as you undid his belt buckle. Nanami didn't move, not because he was particularly shocked at your choice of setting but rather to fully witness you at work. Your hand reached into his pants and wrapped itself around his dick. The warmth of your hand coupled with the sensitivity of his cock forced his head against the steering wheel as you kept a steady motion to taunt him. All Nanami could do is moan out a quiet, breathy, "fuck" and hope that you wouldn't tease him. You pulled your hand away with a mischievous giggle.

"Sorry, Nanamin," you're a liar, "we'll just have to wait until we go to the penthouse."

"...get in the back."

You laughed but it quickly faded when you looked at him again. His brows were furrowed with frustration as he removed his glasses. The green tinted glasses that once reflect you were shoved into the glove box haphazardly as Nanami motioned his head towards the backseat. You felt an unfamiliar heat rise in your chest but did as you were told and climbed into the backseat.

He starts the car wordlessly, driving out of the parking lot. You could practically hear the cogs in his brain churning as it settles to you that you pushed your luck too far. He pulled into your driveway an hour and finally looked at you.

"You think you can just toy with my cock as if it's just a plaything for you?" He climbed into the back with you, his fly and belt still undone. You didn't respond as you caught a glimpse of his tip peaking through his boxers. You bit your lip, hoping that he'll find it in his heart to forgive you and let you get a taste of the semen that stained his underwear. He sat down next to you and pulled his cock out.

"Suck."

His simple demand was listened to in full as you go on your knees and started slowly kissing his tip. Your slow tease grew impatience in Nanami as he grabbed the back of your hair and urged you to take his cock. He groaned softly as you took him in, inch by inch. You swirled your tongue and accepted the semen that had his familiar bitterness. You rubbed your thighs together but received a tug at your hair warning you not to push your luck again. You bobbed yourself up and down, looking up at him for approval as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter.

"Just like that," he encouraged with a soft groan as he leaned his head back, "you're a good cock sucker, aren't you? Probably ruining my leather seating with how wet you are." You moved your head faster as you felt him twitch in your mouth.

"F-fuck, I'm so close," he panted, his hand following the bobbing of your head. Nanami forced your head down as he came, thick ropes of cum painted your throat white. You sat up and wiped your lip with a cocky smirk.

"You just had to have me, couldn't even wait until we were inside," you teased. Nanami glared at you as he attempted to catch his breath.

"You think you're done?"

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trisockatops · 2 months ago

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Made it a year with the company I got hired at. I made a huge mistake I thought might cost me the job but the CEO and CFO contacted me to assure me they had no thoughts of firing me and actually thought my mistake was something the company should actually be doing. I got an end of the year bonus 3.5x larger than my last one. I bought a duplex with my sister and now own my own home. Work sent me to Alaska, so I visited Alaska for the first time. I saw a wild polar bear, belugas, and even had time to zipline near Denali. I saw a story I co-wrote with an former coworker published and inspired him to start writing again. I got to go to several stand up shows of my SIL's and watch her become a celebrated name in the local comedy scene.

hey honest question, did anybody have GOOD stuff happen to them in 2024? cause it was really bad for me and for most people i know, so it would be nice to hear about anything that's been going WELL for any of you. even if it's small stuff. just to know there's light out there.

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steamishot · 1 year ago

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end of sept

i'm home for 3 weeks; work has been more interesting so far. with my new position, i'm exposed to and working with more higher ups. it makes me feel like my voice matters a bit more and that my work is meaningful. this past week, we had a meeting with the vice dean about the VCP population. i've been having more interactions with our CAO, and will also be working more closely with my previous boss, HR director, CFO, and other managers. i'm getting exposed to those with 100K-500K salaries. with the promotion/new title and also more experience under my belt, i've been feeling like a more valuable member of our department and overall more confident. i think others find me approachable (at least via email) because i have a record of being responsive and getting work done.

september might have been the most social our calendar has ever been on the east coast. we hung out with K&M, R&T, S&I and G. it sucks that covid and residency were a big hamper on growing a social life for us, but i'm glad it's finally happening after 3 years

we're getting closer with S&I; they invited us on an overnight snowboarding trip this winter. this past time when we hung out, I drove us around NJ and we had two meals together that day. it was the second time that month that we had 8+ hour hangouts with friends haha

G finally met matt, and i'm happy that they got along and were comfortable with each other. during residency and the transition to attendinghood, it was always a little nervewracking for me to introduce matt to people because his social battery and overall energy level were always very low. there were more times than not where he would make a not so good impression.

it's like we're leaving the cocoon phase (hardcore working) and we are growing ourselves and our social circle 🥹

job interview: the job hunt in CA has been a touchy topic for us. i can't help but to view this as how much he cares about me, and he can't help but to feel this pressure from me to accept a job sooner than later. earlier this month, he had rejected an offer from USC arcadia because it was open ICU.

redlands: matt had an in person interview at a different redlands site, they offered the job to him that same day, and had an official offer call yesterday. from what we know about the job, it has pretty high potential to be selected - at least this is what i think now. the salary and benefits are great, the work condition seems manageable, and there is open ICU only 4 weeks of the year. the major downside outside of open ICU is that it does not offer PSLF and it is a non-academic center (no resident assistance)

regarding job selection, i decided that matt should have 80% of the say. i'm trying my best to stay neutral and not affect his decision making until he has thought through it himself without my bias. for this reason, we have not yet discussed this opportunity in depth. logistically, it would be easier if he also weren't working a week of 12 hour shifts. we plan on making a pros and cons list and having a discussion in a few days from now. he'll need to have an answer by next wednesday.

my thoughts: i thought redlands would be too far, but after coming back to LA this time around, i even felt it was too dense here with all the traffic! i'm almost seeking a retreat out in a quiet town further away after living in constant stimulation in nyc. away from traffic and people. location wise, we would be able to afford a spacious 2-bedroom, and have access to big bear, joshua tree, and other national parks. at this point, i really don't mind and maybe even prefer not living near downtown LA.

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hranugrah · 2 years ago

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forbesjobs · 2 years ago

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winterscaptain · 4 years ago

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a kindness.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: it is loving megan kane hours!! i’ve been working on this one for a while and i am so excited to share it with you!! we have ajf!pleasure is my business at last! as always, tell me what you think!! i adore your feedback. also, if you’re thinking ‘what the hell, tali! why am i missing from the tag list?????’ it’s because i redid it! the link to the form is below.

words: 4.8k warnings: language, canon-typical death, canon-typical discussion of sex work

summary: “i believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy.” ― steve martin. au!february 2009

a joyful future masterlist | ajf faq | taglist | what do you want to see next?

You rap twice on the office door before pushing it open with your fingertips, peering inside while ready to retreat at a moment’s notice.

There’s no need. Aaron’s alone.

“You’re here early,” he says, his eyes still on his paperwork.

You snort. “So are you.”

He looks at you over his nose. “Can I help you with something?”

Sitting down opposite him at his desk, you prop your chin on your hands and grin at him. “You stole my line.”

“Get out of my office.”

Your smile stays plastered on your face as you stand and cross the room, closing the door behind you. On your way out, you catch the ghost of his smile.

+++

You watch Hotch leave the bullpen, his go-bag slung over his shoulder.

“Where you headed?” You ask, looking up. You’re still the only one in the bullpen, taking a few consults off your teammates’ hands by typing up quick briefs they can review without going through every single comma in the file.

He sighs. “Dallas.”

Yikes.

“By yourself?”

He sighs. “Standby - not sure what’s going on yet. Can you -” He gestures to the hallway behind you.

You nod and stand. “Yeah. Fly safe.”

After you watch him leave, you turn and make a beeline for JJ’s office. She’s here early, too - pushing away the separation anxiety by diving into work.

“Jayje?”

She looks away from her computer, looking exhausted. “Yeah?”

“Hotch just left for Dallas - we might have a case there, but it didn’t sound like something that would come across your desk.”

She squints. “Why d’you say that?”

“He had that look on his face like he was going into a room full of lawyers.”

+++

You lean forward, jamming yourself into the circle around the table with the rest of your team. Hotch, on the other end of the line, sounds oddly well-rested.

Spencer, as usual, gives you the history and textbook briefing before you get to the actual case. “Female serial killers are a fascinating field. We don't have much information on them, but what we do know involves throwing the rules completely out the window. Signature, for instance. They don't torture or take trophies.”

“Because there’s no sexual gratification when a woman kills,” Derek adds.

Looks like we’re all getting in on the pre-brief today.

“Exactly. Murder is the goal. They don't have to do anything extra.”

That makes you laugh a little. “So, basically, women are more efficient at killing?”

Spencer shrugs. “Historically, they’ve had body counts in the hundreds.”

Hotch, of course, is the one to get you all back on track. “So, assuming that the job is the stressor, what are some of the reasons prostitutes kill their customers?”

Derek, of course, is the first to follow. “Money, drugs, post-traumatic stress disorder…”

The team bounces for a moment, covering previous cases of serial killers with a history of sex work. Emily brings up Allison Wuornos, but Aaron shuts it down. He thinks this killer is organized, not so much driven by trauma or need but the mission itself.

Spencer looks at the medical examiner’s reports again, comparing notes between the victims. “She’s using tetra-methylene-disulfotetramine.”

You don’t look up from the same report. “Bless you.”

Emily snorts.

Spencer continues, unperturbed. “It’s a popular rat poison in China - easily soluble in alcohol.”

“Poison is the perfect M.O.,” Dave notes. “Quiet, quick, and the victims never see it coming because they think they’re getting lucky.” He turns back toward the phone. “Does that mean something to you?”

“Well, at $10,000 a night, these men are paying for discretion as well as sex.”

Fair point.

“She has a history with them. They see her repeatedly.”

You look over at Dave, trying to find the thread that connects Aaron’s thought to his.

Before you can really get to it yourself, Aaron spells it out for you. “She didn't decide to kill them in the moment. She walks in with the intent to kill them and she's doing it before she sleeps with them.”

There we go.

“So she's not just organized,” you add. “She's also methodical. Could she be parsing out which clients are worth killing and which aren’t?”

“Maybe the victims all share the same fetish?” Emily offers.

Derek shrugs, his eyebrows raised in thoughtful agreement. “Both victims were in their fifties, highly visible. Careful about their image. I mean, if they were kinky in the same way, they'd go to great lengths to hide it.”

“And we're facing a corporate culture that'll do everything it can to keep us out.”

There’s the exhaustion I’m used to from Hotch.

He sounds weird without it.

“Actually,” JJ says, “I had some luck there. Hoyt Ashford's wife isn't too happy with how he died. But because every silver lining has a dark cloud, the hedge fund released a statement.”

JJ pulls the statement from her file and reads aloud: “Ashford died peacefully in his home, according to lawyer David Madison.” She puts it down again. “They're already trying to close ranks.”

Spencer frowns. “Does that language sound familiar to anyone else?”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“The press release from the first victim.” He recalls, not needing the paper itself. “‘According to company lawyer, Stanton died peacefully in his home.’”

Hotch begins to make assignments, directing Emily and Derek to the wife of the second victim. JJ’s tasked with the lawyers and you’re tasked with setup at the precinct with Spencer and Dave. When he’s done, you pick your phone up from the table, taking him off speaker.

“What are you gonna do?” You ask.

Hotch snorts. “I’m gonna see which of the lawyers calls us back and in the meantime, see what I can get out of anyone else.”

“Good luck.”

+++

You’re up in your hotel room, getting a little bit settled and unpacked when you get a call to your cell.

“Hey, Hotch.”

There’s a sigh. “We got another body.”

“I’ll meet you downstairs in five.”

+++

You hop out of the car, following Aaron through the service entrance and up the back hallways to the lobby. Between your travel from your room and Aaron’s wrap-up in his, Derek and Dave beat you to the scene.

Hotch is wearing that coat - your favorite, the one he’s apparently had for years - with the red lining and the soft wool exterior. It so rarely sees the field anymore you were afraid he’d done away with it, but every time you remember it exists and worry about its whereabouts, he brings it out again.

Derek hands you a notebook when you reach him. You settle near Dave for the rest of the info. He, of course, delivers.

“Victim was Joseph Fielding. He was the CFO here.”

You frown. “Poisoned? Like the others?”

“And staged,” Derek says. “She killed him in his office and then rolled him out here to be found.”

“The lipstick's new,” you muse, circling the body in the elevator. “Done postmortem, it looks like.” You find Derek’s eyes with a little frown. “Reid said female serial killers don't leave a signature. I think she did that just for us. She's already exposed him at his most vulnerable.”

He hums. “Now she wants to be noticed.”

There’s some kind of scuffle at the police line - another man in a suit who thinks he’s more important than God.

Hopefully he’s looking for Hotch.

“Which one of you is Aaron Hotchner?”

Ugh. Good.

You step back and point at Aaron, getting out of his way as he shoves past the crime scene techs.

Aaron turns. “I'm Hotchner.”

“Larry Bartlett.” The man holds out his hand, but Aaron doesn’t take it. He retracts his hand with an unperturbed tilt of his head. “I represent Mr. Fielding in Webster Industries.

Hotch, as usual, has no time for his bullshit. “This is a closed crime scene, Mr. Bartlett.”

My lawyer could kick your lawyer’s ass.

That’s a good bumper sticker.

You shake off your thought and return to the victim, directing one of the younger crime scene techs. After a moment, you return to Derek’s side.

“Yes. I spoke to Ellen Daniels.” This clown still sounds far too confident for his own good. “She said you're a very... reasonable man.”

“Escort him out, please.”

You stifle a laugh.

“No, wait. Please.” The lawyer - Mr. Bartlett - shrugs off the security team and chases after Hotch on his way to your side.

Aaron stops, but looks inconvenienced in the extreme.

“The press is outside and they can smell blood. Any way we can handle this discreetly?”

“We're not about to lie for you.” Derek’s even less amused than Aaron, if that’s even possible.

Aaron squints at the other lawyer, and you find it nearly impossible to tear your gaze from the little pinch at the corners of his brown eyes.

You can only imagine him behind a prosecutor’s bench, laying into witnesses with the same deadpan amusement - like a bored cat with a half-dead mouse. Hoping to back him up a little bit, you get a little closer, looking skeptically at the lawyer from over Aaron’s shoulder.

“You don't have to lie,” Mr. Bartlett insists, his eyes flickering to you. “Just don't comment.”

“Excuse us.” He takes you by the shoulder and leads the three of you into a huddle.

“Is there any reason to go public yet?” Aaron asks.

Dave wavers. “Validating her is exactly what she wants.”

“If we hold back, she's more likely to make a mistake,” Derek says.

You raise your eyebrows, looking over your shoulder for a moment. “He doesn't need to know that.”

Hotch’s mouth twitches, and you know it’s almost a smile. He turns over his shoulder, back in game mode as he approaches Bartlett again. “We need everything you have on Fielding. Bank accounts, tax records, emails, everything.”

+++

“Eighteen cars, six houses, and three boats.” Spencer rattles off the numbers with only the barest hint of shock in his voice.

Your brow pinches and you look up. “Can you even boat in Dallas?”

“You know, when you're talking about that much money, ten grand for a call girl is like deciding where to go for dinner.”

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience, Em,” you laugh.

She rolls her eyes, still pinning photos to the board. “Yeah, right. My mom had a pretty cushy gig with her postings, but we were never that well-off. But...” She looks over her shoulder, “I’m sure Rossi would know a little something about that.”

Before you can all get too out of control, Hotch reaches over you to connect to Garcia on the speakerphone. “Are you there, Garcia?”

“Affirmative.”

JJ flags him down. “I have half a million over here for something called the Bat Cave...”

It really takes everything in you not to laugh.

“...and here's a picture of him as fetish Batman. That is… wrong.”

Emily pulls a face.

“Is there anything this guy didn't like to spend money on?” Spencer asks.

“Yeah,” Aaron replies. “His ex-wives. Fielding was married four times. He didn't have prenups for the first two, but he did everything he could to cut them off anyway.”

You lean forward, trying to see the paper in his hands. “Are there children involved?”

“Yes, with three of the wives.” He hands it over to you and looks at Emily. “Hoyt Ashford was married a few times, too, wasn't he?”

She nods in the affirmative.

“You know, considering that when Kevin takes me to dinner and a movie, he defaults on his student loans, this amount of money is sick.”

Tell me about it, Pen.

Emily sounds resigned. “What did you find?”

Garcia outlines a series of bitter court battles about child support, alimony, custody, etc. “And even when the court ruled in the wife’s favor - which was almost always - these three charmers just, you know, decided not to pay.”

Hotch asks for a cross-checked list of high-profile Dallas CEOs holding out on their ex-wives, and you figure it’s not a short one.

“One loaded losers list, Dallas edition, comin' at ya. Penelope out.”

The line goes dead and Aaron turns off the speaker.

“So,” Aaron leans heavily on the table. “Why would a prominent businessman who could easily pay child support refuse to?”

Spencer obliges. “For this type of overachieving personality, paying money after the marriage ends probably offends him.”

“They're spending tens of thousands on an escort, but they won't drop a dime on their wife and kids? That's cold.” JJ shakes her head and looks over at Hotch, seeking an answer.

“Narcissistic, self-absorbed, a pathological avoidance of paternal responsibilities.”

There’s an odd kind of look that passes over Aaron’s face as he speaks, and you pin it for later. You can already tell he’s falling into a headspace that’s fraught with comparison and self-loathing.

They bounce around for a moment while you keep your eyes on Aaron.

“Well,” JJ brings you back. “Should I assemble the police for a profile?”

Your mouth twists. “I just don't think it's gonna help.”

“She lives in a completely different world than they do,” Aaron adds.

“And,” Emily pipes up, “the CEOs who sleep with her won't admit to it.”

JJ snorts. “Like I couldn't even get past the team of lawyers protecting them.”

“What if we give the profile to the corporate lawyers?” Aaron stands straight, his hands resting on his hips. “They've cleaned up after her, even if they don't realize that they've seen this woman.”

“Why would they go for that?” You ask.

“Because she's putting them at risk, too.”

Your phone rings and you answer as you always do, chirping your last name into the receiver without really looking too closely at the caller ID.

“Hey, it’s me.”

You nod once to your team as you step out of earshot. “Hey, Haley.”

“I can’t get a hold of Aaron. Is everything alright?” She’s beyond surprise or concern at this point. You’re sure you could tell her Aaron’s been shot in the head and she’d probably just hum at you.

“Yeah,” you say with a sigh. “Things are crazy and there are lawyers all wrapped up in this. Are you alright?”

“Jack’s got a fever - I just wanted to let Aaron know I’m taking him in to get checked out. I’ll keep you posted.”

“Okay, thanks. I’ll let him know. Give Jack a big kiss from me and I’ll do my best to get us all home quickly and in one piece.”

She laughs a little into the phone. “Thanks. Will do. Talk soon.”

You hang up and return to the table, shooting Hotch a significant look. He nods and pulls you aside.

“What’s up?”

“Jack has a fever - Haley just wanted me to let you know she’s taking him to the pediatrician to get him all checked out, just in case. I told her we’d all do our best to get home soon.”

Aaron sighs and flips his phone in his hand. “I’ll call her now…”

“No need. She knows this is a tough one and you’re getting your money’s worth out of your JD this week.”

When he starts to walk away, you call his name again. He turns.

“You know - um.” You wet your lips and swallow. “You’re not like these guys. You know that, right? You’re a great dad.”

His face lifts in surprise for a fraction of a second before he recovers.

“Thank you,” He says. “Really.”

You offer him a crooked smile. “Anytime.”

+++

Hotch stops you all before you enter the conference room, full to the brim with suits and pantsuits. “Let me lead on this one. I’ve handled corporate lawyers like this before and they can smell blood.” He snorts. “This time, it’s their own.”

You and Derek raise your hands in simultaneous and identical postures of surrender.

“Have at it,” you say, falling into line behind Aaron. “Corporate lawyers scare the fuck out of me.”

+++

“Hey, Prentiss. Got a whip?” Derek holds the leather outfit to Emily’s shoulders and she laughs.

“Yeah, right.”

You fondly roll your eyes at them and continue following off Aaron’s right shoulder. The two of you reach the bookshelf - an impressive glass case that runs from the floor to the ceiling.

Aaron’s gloved finger opens the case and runs over some of the spines. “Antique first editions on the bookshelves.”

Rossi quips something about porn in the DVD player while Spencer espouses about the merits of a disposable, adaptable lifestyle in this line of work.

“Well, these aren't just for show,” Aaron says. “The spines are cracked. Somebody's read these.”

You peer over his shoulder. “Who reads Voltaire in French?”

“Someone with good taste. Probably well-educated…”

You pick up where he trails off. “We profiled that she learned to fake privilege. What if she's not faking it?”

“You're saying maybe she came from money the whole time?”

You shrug. “It’s a possibility, at least.”

Just then, the apartment phone rings.

“Prentiss should answer,” Aaron says. “If it's a customer, she'll get more information out of them.”

You hum, hedging your bets a little. ‘Unless she's calling in for her messages.”

Too late. Derek’s already on the phone with Penelope. “Yeah, Baby Girl, we're getting a call to this line. Can you work some magic?”

“I don't have a trap-and-trace in place yet. Give me a few. I'm gonna stay on the line.”

Aaron gives her the go-ahead. “Prentiss, get ready to vamp.”

The voicemail picks it up before Emily can so much as reach for the phone.

“Hi, it's me. You know what to do.” Beep.

“...Aaron.”

You turn your head so fast you throw your neck out. You raise a hand to the crick and work it with your fingers. Aaron’s too busy frowning at the phone to notice.

“I know you're up there. Pick up… Aaron Hotchner... Hello?” She drags out her words, almost flirting with everyone listening.

With a sigh, Aaron pushes past the rest of you, silently counts to three, and picks up the phone while Emily clicks the speakerphone button.

“I'm at a disadvantage. You seem to know my name, But I don't know yours. Can we start there?”

Nice start.

The game has begun.

“I thought I could trust you, Aaron.”

What?

The pinch between his brows deepens. “Who says you can't?”

“I want to. I even looked you up online. Is that strange?”

Yes.

“No.” Aaron wets his lips and begins to pace, the gears whirring in his head. “It's flattering to be noticed by a woman like you.”

The woman continues as if he hasn’t said anything at all. “And I thought you were so... upstanding. I watched the presentation you gave on school shootings. I found it posted on YouTube...”

She has good taste. That’s an excellent presentation.

“...And for a moment, I actually thought there were still good people in the world.”

“But I've disappointed you, haven't I?” He asks. “Just like all the other men in your life Who've walked out on their families, Who deserve to be punished.”

“Did you walk out on your family?”

His eyes flicker to you and you nod, nearly imperceptibly, reminding him he’s not alone. “No. My wife left me.”

“Do you have kids?”

“I have a son.”

A sweet, thoughtful, perfect son.

You smile a little, thinking of Jack, but it disappears when you remember that he’s home sick with Haley, probably having a miserable time.

“How often do you see him?” She asks.

“I try to see him every week.”

“Do you see him every week?” The question is mocking, smothered in dark amusement that could almost be called sarcasm save for its bitterness.

“No,” Aaron’s eyes fall to the floor. “No, I don't get there as often as I want.”

“I believe you.” Her response is softer, and you think she might make a decent profiler if she wasn’t on the other side.

She is a profiler.

In some ways, you suppose it’s true. She has to read and respond to everything her clients do, say, how they behave. It makes her good at her job and you good at yours.

Same skillset, very different application.

“But don't compare yourself to the men I see,” she continues. “You are nothing like them. You're just another whore.”

Never in my life did I ever think I’d hear someone call Aaron Hotchner a whore. Unironically.

That catches everyone’s attention, even Derek’s, still on hold with Penelope.

“How am I a whore?” He asks.

“You come when called. You do their bidding. In hotels you take the side elevator to avoid crowds, while the men who pay your salary walk across the ivory marble foyer into their cars.”

Derek, behind you, presses. “Garcia.”

You can hear her, faintly. “I'm in on the landline. Triangulating the cell. Give me like sixty seconds.”

You gesture to Aaron when he looks. Keep going.

He nods. “But I'm just frustrating you, aren't I?”

She sighs, sounding a little impatient for the first time. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you want to show the world all these bad men and my investigation's just getting in your way.”

“No, Aaron.” You almost startle, her tone escalating to a deeply frustrated shout. “You're not doing your job! You don't want to arrest me, you don't want me in custody because you're in their pocket.”

She’s crying now, actively. “You just want me to disappear, just like they do.”

“Truthfully, I'm only interested in finding you.”

Now that’s a tone you recognize - you’ve heard it when he talks to Haley. Most recently, when he couldn’t make it to some appointment or another. It’s one that’s disarming in the extreme, soft, but not condescending.

“You've been betrayed so many times, You don't know who to trust, And that's why that first murder felt so good. But each one since has been less and less satisfying. You know that's going to continue.” He pauses, letting his words sink in. “Am I right?”

Just like Haley always does, the woman loses steam, sniffling once before answering. “Yeah.”

“Come to me and turn yourself in. I will make sure that you get the help you need. I won't let you disappear.”

“If we met under different circumstances... I could believe that. I won't let you cover this up.”

A gunshot rings through the line and you flinch, turning to Derek just as the line goes dead. You know Penelope will have something for you soon.

She never fails, directing you to an address only moments after the elevator doors close in front of the team.

+++

Once you found Megan Kane, it was easy enough to find her father.

You could empathize with her mission well enough after meeting him. He’s shrouded by his lawyers - detached and seemingly indifferent to anything Aaron had to say.

Aaron starts the car and you settle back into the seat. “So, the wall of lawyers strikes again.”

A shadow of a smile ghosts around the creases at the corners of his eyes. “So it seems.”

“What’s next?”

“We tail him - home and office. He’ll meet with her soon enough.”

Your brow furrows. “Not to protect her, right? It doesn’t seem like he cares that much.”

Aaron turns, placing his hand on the back of your seat as he pulls out of the parking spot. You’re momentarily distracted as he turns back, spinning the wheel with the heel of his hand and gunning it out of the garage.

Focus.

“No,” he says. “Think about it.”

It comes to you only seconds later. “To protect himself.”

“There you go.” He turns to you, another little smile threatening. “You’re getting pretty good at this.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ve been here over a year, Hotch. I’d fucking hope so.”

You’re rewarded with a real smile, and it’s enough.

+++

You take Derek’s six through the hotel, clearing the floors and reporting back to the rest of the team. SWAT is in full deployment, clearing the hard-to-reach areas like the stairways and rooftops, just in case.

Aaron catches up to you, taking the four o’clock position off your left shoulder as Derek breaches the door.

The gun and chilled champagne sit like ironic centerpieces on the entry table, but they hardly use any of your bandwidth as you clear the room, your vision narrowed by the sight of your service weapon.

You hold a hand up when you catch the figure on the balcony. “Hotch.”

He squints, and you move to raise your gun again and make the arrest, but he stops you with a hand over yours. “Easy.”

There’s a question in your eyes.

He, of course, answers it. “She knows it’s over.”

Just then, she places an empty champagne glass on the table where you can see it.

“I’ll call 911,” Derek says, stepping out and closing the door behind him.

You turn to leave with Derek, but catch Aaron’s open hand, subtly signaling you from just under his hip.

Stay here. It says. Stay close.

So, you stay. You lean on the far wall of the hotel room, watching Aaron hold the hand of this dying, hurting woman. They’re speaking softly, and she smiles at him when she drops something into his hand. His eyes are soft, gentle, not even searching. Just warm.

You feel for her.

It’s the best way to go, you think. If there was ever a time you were dying before your time, you’d want Aaron there, holding your hand, telling you he was going to continue the work that killed you, that it was gonna be okay.

“How could your wife have ever left someone like you?” You hear her ask.

As much as you love Haley, the same question often floats through your head, and your heart aches for this woman who’s been able to see Aaron so clearly, even if she’s only seeing him for the first time now.

“You’re the first man I’ve ever met who hasn’t let me down.”

You creep forward, further into Aaron’s eyeline, and sit on the edge of the couch. She’s close to her last breath and you can feel it - so can Aaron. His eyes flicker to you for a moment before returning to her.

Megan’s voice is full of tears when she asks, “Will you stay with me?”

You have a feeling it isn’t the first time she’s asked the question and you find yourself hoping Emily will be particularly rough with the handcuffs when she apprehends Mr. Kane. Hopefully he didn’t make it past the checkpoint and is still on-site.

“Yes.” Aaron is solemn, so sincere, so genuine it makes your heart ache.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

You’re not even sure he realizes it, but he’s doing her a great kindness - one that many would not offer.

It’s because he is good.

A good man.

The tension drains out of her, and she grips tightly to Aaron’s hand as she fights through her final breaths. His hands are gentle, his attention only on her. He looks more like a father in this moment than any other time you’ve known him. She’s safe. She knows she can die in peace.

Once more, you hope you have the opportunity to leave this plane of reality in such safety, when your time comes.

When she’s gone, he places her hand in her lap and takes a moment to brush the hair off of her face, pressing the back of his fingers to her temple as if checking her for fever.

After a minute or so, he turns to you, and you hope the pride and respect coursing through you is evident in your gaze. You pull an evidence bag out of your pocket, but he shakes his head, pocketing the SIM card.

You rise as he gets closer, returning the evidence bag to your pocket. He’s clearly affected, tears threatening at the corners of his eyes.

Opening your arms to him, he wilts into you, allowing you to gather him into your shoulder. His arms are loose around your waist, his fingers wrapped around his opposite wrist as an anchor. It’s a rare moment of vulnerability and you’d hate to make him feel anything less than safe.

You still have a minute or so before they all come stomping through the door to collect Megan’s body.

“I’m sorry, Hotch.”

He shrugs. “I don’t know why this one hurts.”

Your arms tighten around him. “It’s okay. I feel it, too.”

A deep, shaky breath rolls through him.

“She’s right, you know.” You almost regret your words, afraid you’re giving yourself away.

“What?”

“You didn’t let her down. You’re a good man.”

His jaw tightens, and you can feel it against your neck where his head falls into your shoulder.

“Oh, stop. You’ve never let me down.” Your hand reaches up, stroking the back of his head, carding your fingers through the hair. “She died knowing you kept your promise.”

+++

You look up to Aaron’s office when news of the leak breaks, finding his silhouette haunting the window, staring at the television.

A ghost of a smile crosses his face, and he turns back to his desk, settling back down to work.

+++

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Bad to Work With

Ch 1: Never the Same One Twice

Gavin liked to joke that he had bad luck, but this was something else entirely. He had done a very ill timed walk of shame this morning from one of his best hookups in recent history; and was running late. He had gone home, cleaned up quickly, and gotten changed. Running late was usually the worst of it, but apparently karma had it out for him, because on the elevator ride up to the business floor, his company from the night before stepped into the elevator. “Good morning Gavin.” Richard said with a coy smile, his steel blue eyes were alight with amusement, “If I had known we were both headed to the same place I would have given you a ride.” There were several reasons Gavin should have kept his mouth shut, not the least of which being that Richard was technically his boss. That being said, Gavin wasn’t particularly known for his sense of self preservation, “You were hardly inclines to let me out of bed when I told you I had work, so forgive me if I doubt that.” Richard rolled his eyes and leaned into Gavin’s personal space a little more and spoke in that same low purr that had gotten Gavin into this mess, “I certainly didn’t hear you complaining this morning.” “Well I’m complaining now.” Gavin huffed trying to step away and only serving to back himself into the corner of the elevator, “Because you couldn’t keep your fucking hands to yourself I have to suffer through breakroom coffee.”

“How tragic.” Richard said in a dry tone that made it clear he couldn’t possibly care less, “Give me another night and I’ll make coffee in the morning.” Gavin hesitated. It was only a few moments, but he was aware of it, and because of that he found it safe to assume Richard had been too. “No.” He said less firmly than he would have liked, “I don’t do that sort of thing.” He ducked under Richard’s arm when he heard the elevator chime. He felt the weight of those steel blue eyes on his back even after the elevator doors had closed. Sure, Richard had been one of his better nights, but he didn’t do repeats and he wasn’t going to start now. The flash of hurt in those usually composed blue eyes had been brief enough that he could pretend he hadn’t seen it. The regret of it still lingered though. This is why he didn’t do repeats, if you came back feelings got involved. Or in this case, if you saw each other in the elevator feelings got involved. Gavin swung by the breakroom for some coffee. He was in his own head as he made it. He’d just had a night with one of his bosses, there was bound to be consequences for that. Especially if he wasn’t careful. Richard didn’t seem the type for revenge, but Gavin didn’t want to take that chance. He was going to do his job and do it well; and more importantly he wasn’t going to fall back into bed with Richard no matter how tempting the thought was. Once good night was enough.

He got settled in at his desk drank from the poor excuse for coffee, and got to work. For now there was no reason to worry, it had only been one night and he wasn’t feeling anything. Nothing more than the ghost of a touch and the memory of how he had chased it. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, he didn’t do repeats and he wasn’t about to start now. He took another drink if his coffee, which didn’t help his mood, and typed on his keyboard with enough force that one might have believed it had personally wronged him. It took time, but eventually his work pulled him in. It was monotonous and easy, but there was enough of it to keep his mind from wandering too far. What ultimately pulled him away was his need for a cigarette. He hadn’t gotten a chance to smoke last night because he had been a little distracted; and he hadn’t had time this morning. It was getting distracting. In the back of his mind he could hear Tina nagging at him to quit. He saved what he had been working on and stood from his desk, he made sure his lighter and cigarettes were still in his jacket pocket and made his way toward the bank of elevators. He’d have a smoke or two, then come back inside and have some more coffee. Then maybe he would be able to concentrate. He hit the call button for the elevator and waited. He was giving Richard more thought than the night deserved. He would like to believe that he was hung up on the fact that they were coworkers, but it was more than that and he knew it. In the elevator he had almost said yes. He’d had to put thought into saying no and that had been a first.

He huffed out an annoyed sigh and stepped into the elevator that had opened, he was alone for now. The whole point of this break was to get Richard out of his head. He was tempted to light a cigarette in the elevator to chase these thoughts away with nicotine. He knew better though and didn’t, he could make it outside. He stepped into the lobby and waved to Stephanie as he passed the main desk to get to the side door. He leaned against the wall with a content sigh and pulled the box of cigarettes and his lighter from his pocket. He pressed the cigarette to his lips and lit it. He tipped his head back and let out the smoke watching it curl away into nothing. He had a moment to himself and planned to use it to try and sort out his thoughts. What was it about Richard that pulled him in? What was it that was keeping him so close? Why had he hesitated when Richard had brought up going home with him again? Gavin knew the answer to at least one of those, it was because Richard at least seemed to care. It had been a long while since any one had even pretended that much and it had been nice. It was the only thing he could think of that was worth being hung up on. At least it was the one he was willing to admit to, the rest was too close to digging up things he had reasons to keep buried. He had his reasons for not sticking around. He didn’t even normally stay the night, but he and Richard hadn’t been able to keep apart. There had to be a reason for that.

“It doesn’t fucking matter.” He snapped at the open air as he tapped the ash from his cigarette. He was thinking about him so much that he couldn’t even enjoy his fucking smoke break. He took another drag and did what he could to stop that particular train of thought. His mind had other plans. It played shadows of Richard’s touch over his body again. He had been firm with his intentions but not rough. He had known what Gavin had been chasing and gave it to him. It had been different. That was why he was stuck. It hadn’t been the quick, drunk, and desperate that he was used to. He groaned and snuffed out his cigarette, this clearly wasn’t going to help him. “Can’t even fucking smoke in peace because of that bastard.” He threw away the cigarette butt and made his way back inside. He was going to make the strongest coffee he could manage with what they had in the break room, finish his work, and then go get waisted. He was going to take someone home and he was not going to think about Richard. He was going to do what he did best; bury the problem and chase distractions until it went away. Cleo had taken over for Stephanie at the front desk and Gavin waved to him as he passed on his way to the bank of elevators. He hit the call button and pulled out his phone. He pulled up one of his hook up apps then closed it and put his phone away. He didn’t want a date, he wanted something without pretense. No familiarity and a small chance of ever crossing paths again.

The elevator at the far end of the bank opened up and a few people filed out of it. They were probably off to lunch. Gavin stepped into the elevator after they had left. He hit the button for the eleventh floor and leaned back against the wall. Ha had company for a couple of floors, but they seemed to notice that he wasn’t in the mood to make conversation and kept quiet. Once he was back on his floor he swung by the break room to make himself more coffee. With the strong coffee in hand he made his way back to his desk to find a cup from a cafe near the office that he definitely hadn’t stopped by. There was a sticky note on the lid. He sighed and sat down. He set the cup he had made by his monitor and took the sticky note off the other one and read it.

Sorry about your coffee Gavin. -Richard

Beneath that was Richard’s number. Gavin bit back a groan, apparently there was no escaping this man. He put the sticky note in his desk drawer with plans to throw it away later. Free coffee wasn’t something he was about to turn down. It was the overly flavored shit, but he would suffer through it. He finished both coffees before his work day ended. He made plans to meet Tina at their usual bar. He had blue eyes and sensual touches to drown with bad beer and cheap shots. If he thought about Richard he was going to make a mistake; assuming he hadn’t already.

“So you slept with your boss?” Tina asked once they were situated. “One of them, the CFO.” Gavin said, staring into his beer glass as though it held all the answers and to avoid the delight he knew was shining in her eyes. “And you didn’t notice this before?” She pressed, clearly hell bent on making him miserable. “I was drunk, and he’s very different outside of work Tina.” He said with a sigh that sounded a little to close to wistful for his liking, “I didn’t have to tell him anything, he seemed to just know.” “Okay so I have a couple more questions.” She continued, “You admit he’s one of the better ones and you still won’t stay?” She held up her hand to stop Gavin’s argument, “You plan to get over drunkenly sleeping with one of your bosses by getting drunk and sleeping with someone else?” “That’s the plan.” Gavin remarked, “I don’t want to take that risk. You know how last time went.” Tina didn’t respond, well not verbally at least, but her eyes said she didn’t believe him. She might have been right; but like with most other things, it would be Future Gavin’s problem. Tonight was about drinking to forget old mistakes, and to potentially make new ones. Worse ones. So long as he didn’t fall together with Richard again he would be fine. He split his time between drinking and dancing. Moving from stranger to stranger in search of someone that would help him forget. He knew he probably wouldn’t find what he was looking for, but he was determined to try. Even if it was just for show at this point. Gavin Reed didn’t fall in love and he wasn’t about to start now. He wasn’t ready.

#A Guide to Bad Business Practices #A Guide to Bad Business Practices AU #AGBBP #Bad to Work With #BWW #reed900 #gavin reed #dbh nines #dbh fic #dbh

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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acquainted | three

summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: (2nd bts member to be revealed later on) x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut (to come)

words: 2.0k

warnings: hoe-ish thoughts / implied sexual content, cussing, mentions of death/car accident, your friends being extra like always

notes: flashback scene towards the last half of the chapter. start and end of flashback will be indicated!

tags: @laurynne5, @yiyi4657, @bluesharksandfish, @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

It was a cold morning, with the wind slowly picking up, bringing the clouds over from across the bay. You grabbed yourself a cup of coffee and sat on a table near the food cart on campus, finishing up your last items on your to-do list for work. You didn't wanna sit in the office for remainder of the day, and luckily, your job gave you that flexibility. You rubbed your hands together, hoping it could provide some relief to the cold taking over. You were too lazy to make your move at this point, and Mr. Kim's [or shall we say Jin since we aren't in a classroom right now] class wasn't too far away from where you were sitting. It'd be an easy, breezy walk.

Your brain felt foggy; even though you didn't have much left on your to-do list, you couldn't seem to focus and you knew why. Chance's death anniversary was coming up, and it was always something you dreaded. You wish you could skip the day and continue on with the week without having to revisit shit like this. Your friends are your biggest support systems, but they too, have their own lives to tend to. And as much as they tried to physically be there for you, sometimes it just didn't end up happening that way.

"Miss Y/N, are you doing alright?" You looked up to see Jin standing in front of you, a concerned expression plastered on his face while he held his cup of coffee.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Just spaced out trying to get things done for work."

"No need to apologize. I feel that, 100%." He chuckled. "Mind if I sit for a minute?" You shook your head and moved your things closer to you so he had some room for himself. "Glad to see you got home in one piece."

"Sure did." You smiled at him, tilting your head slightly to get a good look at his handsome ass face while he brings up his foot to rest on his knee. Honest question: is it ever too early for hoe thoughts to make an appearance?

Did I put on deodorant today?

"You work nearby?" He sipped on his coffee and glanced at you.

"Yeah, I work for a cloud-based software company as a project manager. Sometimes, I'll help chime in with graphic design projects too, if I'm not too swamped." He nodded.

"That's pretty amazing."

"What about you? I assume this isn't your only gig." He chuckled.

"You're right, it's not. I, uh-" He paused. "I'm a CFO for a tech company in the city." Your eyes widened. Handsome, and a fucking boss? You have got to be kidding me.

"W-wow. Holy shit." You quickly shook your head and shut your eyes in embarrassment. "Sorry, holy crap." You corrected your previous statement.

"Y/N, I don't care if you cuss." He laughed. "I'm a 30 year old man who still finds the need to slip it in between every other word when I'm not in class."

"Sorry, just— holy fuck. I wasn't really expecting that, but good on you!"

"What do I look like to you? Honest question."

"Oh, I mean. I just thought you worked in business or something like that. As someone important, but not that important. I-I mean—"You sighed and pursed your lips into a fine line. "You know what I mean, I hope."

"I think I do, don't worry." He smiled, feeling slightly amused with how cute you were acting.

"You must be really busy all the time."

"Mm, no actually. I do have quite a few meetings and deadlines to reach but other than that, it's not too bad." You rested your chin on the palm of your hand. "Are you from here?"

"I am, born and raised. Are you?" He shook his head and slightly pouted.

"I moved here a couple of years ago from Seattle when my fiancé Grace started to get serious about her cooking. She wanted to open her first restaurant here."

"Oh, that's neat. She's a chef?" Stupid question, but you weren't sure how else to keep the conversation going about his soon-to-be wifey.

"Yep. She's a wonder woman, for sure." He pauses to sip more of his coffee. "Do you have family members that live around here?"

"Yeah I do, my parents live about 30 minutes away from here. I go and visit them when I can. But sometimes, I get too occupied with work and school that I just long for time to myself. Being 25, you'd think I could handle more but I'm still learning how to balance my time, I guess." He nods. He's a little relieved to hear you aren't that far off in age, to be honest. He wasn't sure if he was being weird harmlessly getting to know his students. He genuinely wanted to build relationships with them so they didn't think he was a professor they couldn't turn to. However, when it came to you, he couldn't help but feel slightly captivated. He was impressed with the way you carried yourself, down to how you'd participate in class and how you didn't come off like a student who hated every fucking professor they came across in their academic career. He appreciated the tiny details. "Not gonna lie though, I do get a little homesick whenever I don't get to visit for awhile, even though they don't live far. Truly makes me appreciate having my friends around."

"Ryujin, Taehyung and Jimin? No siblings?" He asks. Impressive. He paid attention. Although, it's definitely not hard to figure out when you four were constantly [for the most part] stuck at the hip.

"Yup, those punks. I'm the only child so they've become family to me." You smiled hearing your friends' names. They honestly meant the world to you, and you weren't sure where you'd be without them.

"That's sweet. It's good to have people like that on your side of the court."

There was silence for a moment, with Jin looking at you over the rim of his cup, while you tried your hardest to keep yourself together. You felt the heat radiating throughout your body the longer you kept your gaze on him, the tension slightly building. You were a little relieved he didn't bounce the question back about your love life or anything regarding the matter. You almost feel guilty that you're digging pretty deeply into this situation yet again, but you felt comfortable with the way the conversation was going and the energy he was exuding.

"I, um--" You pause as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He keeps the same gaze on you, almost like he's trying to figure out what you'll say next by reading you and your body language. "I hope--"

"Y/N!" You hear Taehyung's deep ass voice yell for you from behind. "Oh fuck, sorry dude. Am I interrupting something?" To be quite frank, you were happy Taehyung interrupted when he did because you were just about to tell Jin how good he looked, respectfully, of course. You were going to keep it PG and comment on the tie he was wearing and how the pattern complimented him and the rest of his outfit.

"No, not at all." Jin chuckles. "We were just wrapping up, I have to get going." He stands and smiles at the both of you. "See you both in class soon."

"Peace out, Mr. Kim." Taehyung throws up the peace sign like a dumbass as you both watch him take his exit and walk towards his classroom.

"Peace out, Mr. Kim? Really, Tae?"

"I mean, he seems cool enough for me to do that, don't you think?" You shake your head and continue finishing up your work on your work laptop. "What was that about? Are you in trouble already? What'd you do?"

"Why do you have like, so much fucking energy right now?"

"I downed two redbulls before I got here."

"You're an idiot."

"Me and Jimin were up all night hunting."

"I stand corrected— you both are idiots." Taehyung clicks his tongue before raising his eyebrow, manspreading and leaning back into the chair.

"So, what was that really about?"

"We just had a chat!"

"Sure. You both were definitely eye-fucking each other. It was weird to walk into."

"Not everyone is like you, trying to fuck everything they see." You rolled your eyes. "He had just sat here for a minute and we talked about work and where we were from."

"Okay." He snorts and shrugs.

"You're being so dramatic. It was harmless."

"Definitely looked otherwise."

"You weren't even here for the majority of our conversation?"

"Didn't have to be, sweetheart." He winked, playfully caressing your chin. "Your secret is safe with me."

"You are so full of shit. I don't know how I've dealt with you for so long."

"Who's so full of shit?" Ryujin comes strolling along, with a tired Jimin who was sipping on an iced americano. He wore a cap and sunglasses with sweats and a fitted crewneck, looking like he just rolled the fuck out of bed.

"Taehyung, who else?" You both stood up to start slowly walking towards Mr. Kim's classroom. "Are you okay, Chim?" You asked, genuinely worried about him, but also trying to change the subject.

"Tired. Just tired." He shakes his head, lowering his the brim of his cap even more. "This dumbass kept messing up our hunt last night."

"I didn't mess anything up, you just weren't clear on the directions." Jimin smacked him upside the head. "And Y/N's just mad I caught her and Mr. Kim on a date." Ryujin gasped, while Jimin choked on his iced americano and coughed trying to get himself together.

"Excuse me, come again?" Ryujin squeezes your arm, causing you to slightly wince in pain before you can shake her off.

"Tae, really?" You rolled your eyes. "It wasn't a date! He just sat with me for a minute and we talked for a little bit. That's literally it."

"You forgot the part where you both were eye-fucking each other when I came along."

"What the fuck is even going on right now?" Jimin finally chimed in, making you sigh deeply.

"We were not!" You pushed Tae. "You're such an instigator."

"First, helping you with your groceries, now this? I didn't think you had it in you, girl! Actually pursuing an engaged professor." Ryujin joked, making herself laugh out loud. Jimin is now walking alongside of you, while Taehyung throws his arms around both you and Ryujin, swinging his big ass head back and forth between the both of you.

"He helped you with groceries last night? What?" Jimin is honestly so confused and is unable to keep up with the chaotic conversation.

"Look, I just ran into him at Trader Joes and he offered to bring my groceries to my car since it was getting late. And today, we just ended up talking for a little bit. That's it. Can we drop this?"

"Mr. Kim has the hots for Y/N!" Ryujin teased.

"That's it. I'm going to find new friends." You shrugged. "Unbelievable." Did they not listen to one word you just said?

"You should go for it and have fun." Taehyung winked.

"No, no. She shouldn't go for him or do anything." Jimin states loud and clear, making sure he grabs both Ryujin and Taehyung's attention by waving his hand in the air.

"Ah, come on Chim, it's just a little fun."

"Ry." Jimin says sternly.

"Okay, kidding." She rolls her eyes.

"This is getting so out of hand." You say as you all approached the door to Mr. Kim's classroom.

"Hey Mr. Kim." Ryujin waved her hand playfully, followed by Jimin and Taehyung who simply nodded and gave him a toothless smile. He happily returns her greeting, then flashes a small smirk as you pass him while arranging the papers on the front desk.

"Hmph." Ryujin smirks. "Told you so." You roll your eyes.

Chance's death anniversary arrives quicker than you'd like, causing you to pick yourself up and force yourself to get on with the day whether you like it or not. After work, you quickly visited his grave at the cemetery, balling your eyes out as you spend quite awhile sitting in silence, staring at his photo on the tombstone. Every memory, every good and bad moment that you shared with Chance flashed right before your eyes.

It was irreplaceable.

[ start flashback ]

"So, who would you want next to you if the end of the world was coming?" You kept your gaze on the 'List of questions to ask your significant other' photo on your phone.

"What kind of morbid question is that?" Chance laughed as he continued to hug you tightly while you laid on his chest. "You, of course."

"Aw, thanks bebe. Same here."

"Are there any happy questions in there?" He scrolled down the list. "Like this one - what's the cutest thing your partner has ever done for you?"

"When we had dinner on a boat and you sang to me and everyone else having dinner." You laughed.

"Yeah, that was pretty cute wasn't it?"

"Shut up." You playfully covered his mouth. "Your turn."

"The cutest thing you've done? I don't know sweetheart, you've done a ton of cute things. I'd have to say you waking up next to me. It reminds me how real you are." You smiled and pecked him on the lips.

"I love you, chance."

"I love you too." He says almost at a whisper while caressing your chin. He was pulled out of the moment when his phone rang. "Ayo." He says. You watch as his facial expression changes. "For fuck's sake man, alright. Hang tight, I'll be there. Yo, don't be stupid and drive home drunk. I'm about to leave, okay? Your ass better be there by the time I get there." He sighed as he hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?"

"Josh is drunk as hell. I'm gonna go pick him up before he does something stupid."

"Can't he find a ride there?"

"Everybody left him. I can't just leave him there."

"I know, but--"

"It's gonna be fine, okay baby? I promise. I'll be back before you know it."

"Alright." You sighed. "Be safe, please."

"I will."

[ end flashback ]

When you finally arrived at school, you checked out your appearance to make sure you looked decent enough to get through class. You were hoping your psychology classes would go by quickly, just so you could get out of there and feel less suffocated.

"I'm sorry I can't come over." Ryujin pulls you into a tight hug and caresses your back. She had planned to spend time with you, but her sister called her last minute to ask if she could babysit her niece until late night. "But let me know if you need me, okay? I don't care if it's 1AM, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Same. I'll do what I can to get out of this family thing." Jimin gives your arm a gentle squeeze. Jimin's family was visiting from Korea on a whim, so he had been pulled into some family festivities for the evening.

"Look, you guys. I'll be fine, okay? Don't worry about me. You know I love you both no matter what, do what you need to do."

"I'll text you when I'm on my way?" Taehyung is the only one who is able to spend time with you tonight, after he helps his younger brother with a project. You simply nodded before you split ways with your group and headed for the library. You were going to stick around and do some work at the library until Taehyung was free because there was no way you were going to go home alone, feeling the way you were feeling. You weren't going to get anything done, and you weren't going to have the energy to pull yourself together.

Today was heavy.

The library wasn't any better for you because your thoughts seemed to be louder in such a huge, quiet space. You were looking at the clock time and time again, hoping Taehyung would text you, letting you know he'd be on his way with tons of dessert and wine. Just cause that's what you wanted, right at this moment.

You sighed and cracked your neck from side to side, getting yourself into Steph Curry "Lock in" mode so you can push through your assignments that needed to get done. But, it just didn't happen that way. You were becoming frustrated and restless, so you quickly packed up your things and shoved them into your bag before walking out. The campus was lit with street lights, with barely any students walking around. It felt a little eery, but the walk to the lot wasn't too bad being that the garage was well-lit, with security guards on every level. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, causing you to try and reach for it even though you were hauling the rest of the books that didn't fit in your bag. Next thing you knew, you had your phone, but your books had fallen to the floor, the papers stuffed in them falling out and getting wet from the wet grass next to the concrete walkway.

"Fuck!" You groaned to yourself as you quickly glanced at Taehyung's 'be there in about 30 minutes or so' text and bent down to pick up your mess. You really had no reason to cry over this shit, but all of the pent up frustration and emotions you had been feeling today pushed you over the edge. You aggressively wiped your tears away as you stuffed your wet papers back into the books and stacked them on top of each other.

"Y/N?" You look up to see Jin, tears still falling from your eyes. "Are you alright?" He bends down to help you gather your books, towering over you as he gathers the majority of your things.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." You slyly wiped your tears once more as you grabbed the books from him.

"Hey." He placed his hand out to prevent you from walking any further. You look up at him, watching as he dips his head down to examine your face, your eyes still wet and glossy from the tears. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Look, I'm fine and I don't wanna take time away--"

"You clearly aren't." His expression fills with worry. "And you aren't going to be taking time out of my evening." He finishes your statement for you. You sigh and close your eyes as your head dips lowly.

"It's just been a tough day, that's all."

"Let's talk about it." You look up at him as he nods for you to follow him to a bench near the parking garage. "Come on. I really won't forgive myself if I went home without trying to help." You silently follow him and place your things down before sitting. He sits next to you, with enough space placed between your position and his. "What's on your mind, Y/N?"

"Um." You pause and look at him. "On this day 3 years ago, I lost the love of my life to a car accident." You wiped your tears in between words. Jin's expression softened as he watched you break down in front of him, his heart breaking seeing you in pain like this. He wanted to do everything in his power to comfort you, hoping it would relieve some of the pain even though he knew it was something that would forever be embedded in you. But if he could provide any relief, then that would make him feel a little better.

[ start flashback ]

"It's been close to two hours, where the hell is he?" You said as you looked at your phone, sitting on the couch as you, Ryujin, Taehyung and Jimin watched a movie. Suddenly, breaking news flashed through the screen, cutting the movie to another commercial break earlier than expected.

"Breaking news - a white Lexus sports car and a Ford truck were involved in a head-on collision early this morning on Highway 101."

"O-oh my god." Ryujin says, as they look at the totaled cars. The Lexus was completely sandwiched at the median, while the truck was wrecked, but still stood in one piece off to the side.

"T-that's Chance's car." You said as you put your drink down on the coffee table to take a closer look at the car.

"Y/N, I'm sure Chance is fine and is on his way back." Taehyung chimed in from behind you.

"N-no." You stuttered, the feeling of despair in the pit of your stomach growing bigger by the minute. "N-no, I know his car."

"We might just be overthinking this." Jimin says, gently grabbing your wrist to pull you back down onto the couch, but you continued to stand.

"There was said to be one intoxicated passenger in the white Lexus, who is in critical condition and is being taken to the nearby trauma center. The driver of the truck was also intoxicated and injured, but is expected to survive. However, the driver of the white Lexus was pronounced dead at the scene." All of a sudden, you felt weak and dizzy because you just knew. You knew Chance wasn't okay, and you knew he wasn't on his way back to you. Soon after the news announcement, loud knocks came at the door. You looked back at your friends before making your way to the door, revealing two police officers standing before you. At this point, you felt like your entire life had been sucked out of you as you fell onto the floor, crying loudly while your friends tried their best to comfort you and speak to the officers for you. All you could remember hearing was the "i'm sorry's" from both police officers before everything turned into white noise. Everything felt numb.

[ end flashback ]

"I am so sorry, Y/N. I know my apologies are going to do much to ease the pain, but please know that I'm here for you whenever you need someone to talk to. I wanna do what I can to provide some relief." Is all Jin says as you continue to divulge about that night's details.

"You know," You looked up at the moon. "It's been 3 years, but it feels like it just happened yesterday. The pain always feels so fresh and it still feels so painful to think about it. It used to make me question why I was so deserving to continue living my life. I'm not an angel, I haven't been perfect. You know? Yet, someone who was so close to perfect, someone who was always so selfless and never hesitated to put others before himself was taken away from this world so easily? How did Josh survive, but Chance didn't? He was just going to help his friend out because he didn't want anything to happen to him, yet he ended up getting the short end of the stick. I was so mad." You shook your head. "I was so mad at Josh for awhile. I never understood and I still don't. I still don't fucking understand this." Your tears fell as you looked back at Jin.

"I can only imagine. There's things we'll never understand and quite frankly, it fucking sucks. But, I really don't want you to beat yourself up over this. I'm sure Chance wouldn't want you to, either. A lot of things happen for a reason, whether we like it or not, and it's hard to look at it in a different perspective. He's still with you, all the time. You're strong, and he knows this."

"I just don't know how I did this without him. It hurts so bad."

"I know, and it's okay to let yourself ride it out. Don't try and suppress the feelings just because you feel the need to act strong. If you don't let yourself process these feelings, it'll never get easier. It's okay to not be okay." He nods reassuringly. You smile at him toothlessly before sighing and getting yourself together. Although it had been quite the day, you felt a little relieved being able to talk to Jin about what's been going on. You felt a little more put together than you did earlier in the day and that's all that mattered. Baby steps.

"Is it okay if I give you a hug?" You asked shyly. You didn't know how else you could thank him for listening to you. You were sure he had tons of things on his plate, yet he still took time to sit with you out in the cold just to make sure you were okay. He chuckles and stands, his arms wide open, ready to envelope you. You wrap your arms around his torso, taking in his scent and breathing him in. He gently rubs your back before you pull away and smile up at him.

"I'll take a hug any day."

"I hope Grace won't be upset with you for coming home a little later than expected."

"She'll be fine. She's at the restaurant working late." His lips were pulled together in a fine line.

"Thank you again." You pull out your phone to check the time. 30 minutes from the last time Taehyung texted you was almost up, so you felt the need to get going sooner than later.

"It's not a problem." He puts his hand out, signaling for your phone. "Do me a favor and just let me when you get home, though? I'd feel better knowing you're safe and sound." You nod and hand him your phone. You knew you couldn't get wrapped up in whatever this was, no matter how flattered you were from the attention you were getting from him. He was still engaged, and he was still planning a life with Grace. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin that for someone genuine like Jin.

But God, was he making it difficult for you.

"I can do that."

"Thanks." He smiles toothlessly at you. "If you're ever in need of company or someone to talk to, don't hesitate to let me know. I'll be there in a heartbeat."

"Okay." You grabbed your things before walking away. Jin stood there, watching you walk deeper into the garage, feeling good about having been there at the right time. Something as simple as the hug you gave him had his thoughts running wild, just feeling your touch and your body against his. Albeit, it could be the lack of attention between him and Grace causing him to feel this way, but it was enticing all at the same time.

You were enticing.

And he could pick up on your little habits that made him want to know more. The way you'd look at him inside and outside of class. The way you always dressed so nicely when you had to take his class. The way you passed closely to the front desk, allowing him to take in your scent. The way you and your friends acted around him, knowing they were teasing you.

He knew, and he also knew what he was doing when he put his number in your phone.

He gets home and just as he mentions, Grace is still out at the restaurant working late. He kicks his shoes off to the side and heats up some leftovers to eat before retreating up to the master bedroom to call it a night early. As he's getting out of his clothes from today and heading into the shower, he notices his phone vibrating on the bathroom countertop, signaling a text.

[unknown number] 9:37pm: Hi, I'm safe and sound at home. :)

He smiles to himself before responding and heading into the shower.

[jin] 9:38pm: :) Goodnight Y/N, see you tomorrow.

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caiuscassiuss · 7 years ago

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Dalliance in Drudgery (CEO/ Boss! Jaehyun) (M)

Description: He pulled you in like a moth to a flame, and you were about to get burned.

escalation ver. of CEO! NCT series

Genre: (featuring Secretary! you and Boss! Jaehyun) angst | fluff | humor WC: 4.6k Warnings: graphic smut, profanity

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Jaehyun, even in his business dealings, was magnetic.

His slight smile and handsome face first drew a person’s eyes to him, then his charismatic mannerisms caught their attention, but his voice —a deep, throaty tenor— never failed to enthrall any listener.

You quickly jotted notes as the board members wrapped up the meeting, careful to catch every word spoken. Everyone stood up from their chairs at the table but Jaehyun’s height towered over everyone else’s, yet another card of the natural allure he had in spades. His eyes swept over to capture yours as you waited patiently behind him to finish up shaking hands. Through your brief glance, you warned him to wrap up the meeting quickly as you had another one in 15 minutes. He seemed to get the message when he sped up, and both of you left the oak-paneled room first.

“What is next, Miss Y/L/N?”

His lips fascinated you. They were plump and well shaped, and whenever your boss opened his mouth to speak they dripped with enticement.

“Mr. Seo’s merger with the shipping branch, sir,” you avoided his eyes while looking at the tablet clutched in your hands. From the beginning of your employment, you found it difficult to maintain direct eye contact with the man, contrasting to your usual confident demeanor. You did not believe eyes were the window to the soul, no; however, his unwavering focus unnerved you, because it felt like he was stripping back the layers of your soul to bare you to his gaze.

“Ah, of course.”

Your heels made a satisfying click click click noise on the marble tiles of the lobby as the two of you walked to the doors of the office building to exit. Seeing as there was no doorman, you moved to open the door for your boss. As soon as you were about to grip the silver handle, a warm hand covered yours.

“Allow me,” Jaehyun murmured softly from behind you.

He opened the door easily, and his rippling suit hinted at the powerful muscles underneath. You thanked him quietly, your voice now a bit lower and deeper, rougher in texture than you expected, and stepped out into the cloudy day. His calloused touch was still burning on your fingertips.

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“Mr. Jung, would you like coffee or tea at the moment? You seem quite fatigued,” your voice broke the smooth tap tap tap noises of his keyboard, and he looked up from his desktop. You had come out of your office to drop off some files in need of signing, but Jaehyun’s tired visage prompted your concern.

Jaehyun stopped and leaned his elbows on the table, and rubbed his face. His shoulders slumped down tiredly, then he sighed. The stress of a month end closing and a new merger deal along with a bunch of other things was weighing heavily on his rather broad shoulders. Consequentially, you had a heavier workload also and you were barely coping as it was with the influx of activity.

“That would be great, please. Gao Shan would be wonderful,” he yawned and stood up, stretching the sinuous muscles you were sure he had. The Tom Ford ensemble you had helped pick out a few weeks ago rippled in the delaying sunlight, the silk reflecting its warmth. In turn, it gave his silhouette an ethereal glow that made him seem like some unattainable epitome of perfection.

You bent down put down your files on his coffee table, and he turned towards you. You shivered from his intense scrutiny on your backside, but quickly got out the elaborately decorated canister the expensive tea leaves were located in. While waiting for the water to heat up, you picked up the files from the coffee table and went to hand it to him. Meanwhile, his gaze never wavered from you. Your heels were muffled against the velvety carpet as you strode through Jaehyun.

“These are the contracts I just received from Vermidelli regarding the outsourcing of the computer chip manufacturing. Our legal team has went over this, and just require your approval for it to go through,” you pointed out.

“Thank you Miss Y/L/N.” Did this man ever let up from his charm? The times he called you “Miss Y/L/N” made your knees weak, and you just wanted to…

No. There was a reason why you were here, and it was not to lust over the man in front of you.

“One of the pending clauses—” the whistle of the kettle interrupted you.

“Excuse me for a moment, sir.”

Once again you could feel his eyes on you as you stirred in the tea leaves. You wish it were his hands that replaced his stare, so they could rove over your body and never, ever let up.

Your skirt and blouse suddenly felt tight, and it was definitely not of the air conditioning.

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Gossip around the office was that you were the longest lasting secretary in forever. Whispers reached your ear— Mr. Jung fired Miss Young earlier this year because she tried to give him a strip tease— oh? I heard Miss Y/L/N is lasting pretty long but she won’t be here for long— Jaehyun laid the HR manager off because she got too touchy— and various things like that.

Yes, you were hired in a hurry. There was only a brief interview before you were selected as the personal secretary of the CEO. At first, you thought it was because of your highly competent skills and valuable experience, and that was partly true. You were a graduate of a good university with a degree in international relations, but you had trouble in finding employment for a female straight out of college. Many said you “weren’t the right fit for the company” or “your particular skill set wasn’t needed” but you could see through their bullshit: you were female. The many rejections forced you to search for a job you were over-qualified for, and this led you to become an administrative assistant.

However, after looking at Jaehyun’s track record with his secretaries, you were sure you were hired because his past secretaries had been extremely… unprofessional.

You really couldn’t fall in love with your boss, because there was no chance in hell he would accept your advances and would probably fire you on the spot. Besides, it was all so improper; however, Jaehyun was making this goal harder than it needed to be.

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A few weeks afterwards you, again, had to attend yet another business meeting.

Many soft or accidental brushes were exchanged now since those incidents a few weeks ago.

Your already formidable attraction only grew exponentially. Whenever you were near him, the air between you seemed to vibrate with tension. Even the tiniest of his movements sent shocks of pleasure through your body, and your normal functions were hard to carry out whenever you were near Jaehyun.

The chauffeur’s voice announcing your arrival yanked you out of your thoughts. Jaehyun leaned forward and accidentally laid his hand on your thigh in the effort to steady himself. You blushed heavily and the peaks of your breasts stood to attention.

He seemed to notice after a few seconds and apologized quickly in that lush tenor of his, but the damage was already done. Your lace panties were already permeated with moisture.

The two of you got out of the sleek vehicle you were riding and stepped onto the sidewalk. As usual, his powerful stride was hard to catch up to and just a few steps out, your high-heeled pumps stumbled over a crack. You gasped and pulled your tablet and files to your chest as you prepared to land painfully on the concrete, but two hands steadied you. You felt his hands through your blazer and work skirt, his hand supporting your elbow and lightly brushing your waist. The hair on the back of your neck stood to stood to attention and you gritted your teeth to suppress the shudder you felt going through you. Your hand found purchase of his oxford shirt-covered chest, and you could feel his heat and heartbeat just as well as you could feel his touch on you.

“Are you alright, Miss Y/L/N?”

Somehow, his words asked a lot more.

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You got home after work. Once, his touches only lingered for a few minutes, but now, they were a constant fixture for a few hours. The warmth of his hands on your arm and waist were still there.

You kicked off your pumps at the door of your apartment, and your aching feet felt the cooling sensation of your wood floors and you sighed with relief. You placed your keys on the counter, work bag on the couch and progressively stripped off your work attire until you were only in your lace bra and silk camisole, leaving a trail of rumpled clothes throughout your house.

After the meeting today, work was frenzied as the preparations for the upcoming merger were being put into place. You were pulled this way and that way, called by everyone from the CFO to the head of the implementation team. Your normally focused and hard working attitude was slightly off kilter because of your boss, and your fellow secretaries noticed. Notes of concern were voiced, while others gave you knowing glances that you desperately wanted to wipe of their faces. They had no right; while they were only exposed to Jaehyun in passing, you were by his side, day by day. They had no goddamn right to smirk at you when you conveyed the words of your boss to them. They had no goddamn right.

You lied in your comfy bed, staring out at the neon lights of the city. You had to get your mind off this man.

You mindlessly flipped through the various TV channels when suddenly the trailer of Fifty Shades of Grey appeared on your screen. The dowdy Anastasia Steele and handsome Christian Grey flickered into your vision and you looked on, hypnotized by their tempestuous dalliance. At the back of your mind, Jaehyun’s face replaced Christian’s, and you—

Click.

You turned the TV off in a hurry, breathing heavily. Why… why were you thinking that?

You rubbed your face, then set down the remote. You laid your head down on your pillow, and wrapped your shivering limbs in your sheets.

The moment you shut your eyes, Jaehyun’s face appeared in your mind. He smirked at you, and the look in his eyes were indescribable. He shifted closer to you until you could smell his cologne.

Trouble, Miss Y/L/N? He breathed seductively.

Your hands, seemingly out your control, slipped down to your panties. You shut your eyes even tighter, and your fingers brushed up upon your clit. You felt the tips of your fingers become coated in wetness as you steepled your fingers into your warmth.

You groaned softly in the silence of your bedroom. If you focused hard enough, you could feel Jaehyun’s broad frame above yours, his fingers replacing yours. He whispered in your ears sensuous and sinful things with that throaty tenor of his, and you rubbed your clit faster and faster and faster.

You reached your release quickly, and your back arched off of the bed and a high pitched whine left your throat. The climax enveloped you in a haze of euphoria and every sensation you felt felt heightened by this high. Your previously needed sheets felt constricting, and the silence of your apartment became deafening. Your chest heaved up and down, the peaks of your breasts prominent through the thin silk of your camisole.

The implications of your fantasy finally came through your bliss-addled brain when you calmed down. Oh no. This was never supposed to happen. Of all the men you could’ve picked to fantasize fucking you, why did it have to be your boss? The most unattainable man in the world? The one you couldn’t and shouldn’t be allowed to be with? Why?

This had to stop.

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“Mr. Jung?” you called out quietly after knocking on the door.

There was a slight sound of acknowledgement from his desk near the window as Jaehyun was scanning over some documents.

“May I speak with you for a minute, sir?” you struggled to keep your voice from quaking in fear. Your palms suddenly felt sweaty and the letter in your hands burned.

Jaehyun took off his reading glasses and looked directly at you.

“Yes, of course, what’s the matter Miss Y/L/N?” He sounded so very concerned.

Instead of answering promptly to him, you handed the envelope to him. He furrowed his brows in confusion while you sat down in the plush leather armchair in front of his desk.

He read through the contents of your letter and the crease between his eyebrows got deeper. You stared at him, fidgeting quietly with your hands and Louboutin-clad foot tapping nervously on the carpet. Silence permeated strongly.

“I… see.”

He fixed you a stare deep in your eyes, stripping back every layer in your being until you were exposed to him, naked and bare.

“Tell me: what were the particular circumstances surrounding your decision to leave?”

He sounded unreadable at the moment, and his posture was stiff. You couldn’t decipher his mood at the moment like you usually could, so attuned to his wants and needs.

“I… Mr. Jung, I felt like… I didn’t fit well within the environment of the company and… I wanted to pursue other things.”

“Ah” he went silent for a few seconds, “well, your time at the company was… pleasurable and you will… be missed.”

You nodded and rose to your feet. He, too, stretched out his frame behind his desk and shook your hand while his ardent gaze seared into your brain.

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The two weeks passed by in a blur. The shocking decision of your resignation resonated through all levels of the company. Everyone from the lowliest accountant to the CFO greeted you goodbye. The janitor shook your hand goodbye, your fellow secretaries hugged you goodbye, and even some executives thanked you for your hard work. It was a big surprise, because usually whenever the CEO’s secretaries left the company, the big boss himself forced them to leave, not the other way around.

On your last day, the coworkers you were particularly close to threw you a goodbye party, and many people surprisingly came. There was cake and some non-alcoholic bubbly was brought out, while you mingled around. It was a departure on good terms. There were many hugs and handshakes and “good lucks” passed to along to you.

You felt a hand upon your shoulder as you were talking to a marketing guy.

“May I steal her away for a moment?”

Jaehyun.

You hadn’t seen him alot, surprisingly, for the last two weeks. He was out of the country for most of the period, visiting the Seo main offices in the US, while you were left to carry out his daily tasks.

The marketing dude nodded and agreed happily, before turning away to get some of the red velvet cake on the table.

“Miss Y/L/N—”

“Please, call me Y/N. I’m leaving soon, remember?” you laughed, in a jocund mood from all the merriment and cheer you were exposed to today.

His face from above you reflected surprise, but he quickly regained his composure.

“Oh sure, erm, y/n. I suppose you could call me by my first name, afterall. Could you meet me in my office afterwards?”

Now it was your turn to be confused. Why would he want to meet with you again? You did not want to be tormented with his presence any longer. He was the goddamn reason you were leaving.

“Oh yeah, of course!” you nodded.

“I’ll see you there,” Jaehyun gave you a slight grin and slinked off into the crowd.

As the party died down, you received more hugs and handshakes and pleads to keep in contact. You put on your caramel coat from the Koople’s, and your saffiano leather bag from Prada. There was no need to carry your personal belongings out in boxes, because all your stuff from your work cubicle were in your car already.

Your heels, probably for the last time, made a click click click on the marble tiles of the hallway leading to your boss’ office. You creaked open the door, and saw him sitting on a settee facing the glorious view of the city skyline.

His head swiveled to you, the sunlight reflecting of his aristocratic features.

“Y/n, do come in and sit.”

He stood up with a glass of brandy in his hands and walked towards the small table with a decanter on the counter, his long lean legs giving a leisurely quality to his stride. You removed your coat and sat down on the settee he had previously occupied. The silk of your Sandro dress rose up on your legs a bit as you sat, and it left your shoulders bare to the cold air conditioner of the office. You stared impassively at the sunset: why in the name of hell were you sitting in his office?

“Brandy?”

You turned your head towards him holding up a J. & L. Lobmeyr glass that he was gifted with when you accompanied him to Austria.

“Yes, that would be delightful.”

He poured you some aged brandy and handed it to you in the glass. His hand brushed yours in the process, reminding you of the many brushes and gazes you two shared over the 10 months of employment.

He settled across you on the curved settee, while you crossed and uncrossed your leg out of nervousness.

“The reason I brought you was here was that I’d like to whole-heartedly thank you for your impressive performance while employed here. You were a great employee and never once went off task, and your organizational skills improved my workload much more than previous,” Jaehyun put his arm over the couch and his sinewous frame caught your attention. He took a sip of his brandy and subjected your figure to his scrutiny.

Huh. You never thought that your professional boss would be one to hand out compliments, but here he was. You felt very flattered, a blush covered your cheeks.

“Thank you, Mr—”

“Call me, Jaehyun, y/n.

“Of course, of course… Jaehyun,” you shifted a bit uncomfortably.

All of the sudden, his eyes narrowed at you. His relaxed posture suddenly vanished as he leaned towards you aggressively.

“However, I have a question for you.”

You looked into his eyes, for the first time since you met him.

“Why did you leave?”

Shit.

“I… stated it on the 2 Week notice. I just felt like I wasn’t a good fit, and—”

“No. Really, why did you quit this job?”

You rose up suddenly off the settee in nervousness, and walked towards the glass display.

“I…”

“Don’t give me that bullshit you stated on your letter. Why would you, one of the most competent and successful people to walk into this building, want to quit?”

You heard the clink of glass on glass as he set his glass of brandy down, and the near inaudible squeak of the settee as he got up.

“Didn’t fit in? You were one of the most beloved people in the whole fucking office. No one but those other secretarial staff disliked you, y/n, and they were just jealous.”

You closed your eyes in pain, and the brandy glass you held was gripped tightly. You closed your body language off to him, so he could be unable to view the roiling emotions inside you.

“Potential prospects? Please. Even if you were just a secretary, you were geared to be promoted to the job you had wanted in the company.”

His voice got closer and closer to you as you refused to look back at him. As usual, your heightened senses could sense him with great magnitude, and you did not want to answer this question.

“I’ve thought of every possibility of why you resigned. Every option was not viable with your situation so tell me: Why. Did. You. Leave. Me?” He whispered in your ear, each syllable was enunciated clearly and crisply. Now you could feel his heat behind you, and he was probably only like what… 1? 2? Feet away from you?

There was a taut silence that stretched on between of you, but the pressure of his stare on the back of your head was harsh. The brandy glass you nursed in your palm was now shaking, along with the rest of your body.

“You,” you gritted out.

“You and your fucking touches, your fucking eyes, just… everything! You… all of you…made me resign to get the the hell away from you,” you burst out, turning around to him. He still had an impassive expression on his face.

A tear slipped down your cheek, from the embarrassment of having an inappropriate attraction to your boss and from the humiliation of having to blurt out your secret desires to the man who was your superior for many months.

“Are you happy know? Huh? That you finally know the reason?” you blurted out angrily.

He said nothing.

You moved to get past him to flee, but his palms against the glass window prevented you from moving.

You tilted your head up to yell at him, to ask him why the fuck he was blocking your way, when you suddenly felt those enticing lips pressed on yours.

Your brandy glass dropped to the ground and spilled its contents near you, but did not break because of the carpet. Your form melted into his as he pressed you against the glass, his lips searing into yours. You felt alive and high, and only knew you wanted more of his touch. You were now chest to chest, and you could feel his rigid chest pressing against your breasts.

After you ran out of breath, he forced you to look up at him again with his thumb and forefinger. His gaze was smouldering now.

“Did you ever consider, Y/N, that I may have wanted you too? Hm?” he grated out, his voice rougher and deeper than you’ve ever heard it.

Your slightly teary eyes widened at the man up above you.

He quickly resumed his previous actions, and trailed kisses down your neck in frightening haste. He was desperate in his quest, each kiss intense and fleeting.

“The day… you came in here… I knew… you were going… to be… trouble. You came in with… those… fucking pencil skirts… and those heels… fuck.”

You ground your warmth into the knee he had put between your legs and he groaned into your collarbones. Your head was tilted up in pleasure and contentment on having this god lavish his attention on you.

His fingers— a pianist’s finger, long and sinuous— unbuttoned the back of your dress while your hands tangled in his coiffed hair, and your dress slipped down onto the floor, keeping you in your garter stockings and lingerie.

“You… fucking… tease. You knew… what you were doing… with that body of yours… and fuck… I love this get up you have… only wear it for me… baby girl…”

You groaned in contentment as you slipped off his bespoke suit jacket made for him, and you moved to get his oxford shirt off. He rubbed circles into your hips as he scattered bruises across your collarbones and chest. His teeth nipped and sucked with a desperation you never knew he had; after all, what more could he ever want?

You eventually got his shirt and undershirt off, leaving his fit torso to your perusal. Each contour of his chest was well-defined, with an Apollo’s belt and happy trail leading down beneath his trousers. Under your attention, his tight trousers suddenly got tighter as his erection strained beneath its confines.

He lifted you up easily bridal-style, and laid you down on the couch. He was towering over you, just like your dream from a few nights ago, except it was real.

“You’re like a fucking gift, all wrapped up nice and pretty for me… do you want me to open it up, baby girl?”

You moaned your approval as he pressed the heel of his palm against your core, veins popping out in his forearm.

Jaehyun trailed his hand from your hair to your bra strap. He quickly unclasped your lacy confection of a bra and threw it across the room. He attacked your breasts hungrily, and laved his tongue across your soft breaths but never where you wanted it.

“Jaehyun!”

You could feel his smirk as he finally brushed his tongue once, twice, to the tips of your breasts. You made a guttural noise.

He trailed his mouth across your stomach as his hands were playing with the straps of your garter, when he finally reached your panties. He thumbed you through your panties and you tugged him and moaned into his muscled shoulder.

“Moan for me, baby, that’s it.”

He hooked his fingers through your panties and ripped them off. You looked down at him angrily, but he merely smirked.

“I can buy you tons more for next time.”

His tongue, like your breasts, circled around the entrance to your heat but never once touching your clit. After a few seconds of torment, he finally touched you clit. Your thighs squeezed his head in pleasure as you gasped. He added his fingers in to delve into your heat, heightening your pleasure. You half screamed, half moaned when it suddenly became all too much, and your juices flooded out.

He drew away, wiping his lips sexily, as your rib cage heaved up and down from the intense orgasm. He unzipped his trousers and his hard length slipped out and he stroked it a few times to smear his precum for lubrication.

“Get ready for me, baby.”

He entered you roughly, and you both moaned. His was thick, thicker than any previous you had as your walls clenched and unclenched around him.

His thrusts were powerful as he pounded you against the couch. You whined pitifully into his neck.

“You’ve wanted this, huh? Your boss fucking you in his office. C’mon, baby girl, you can do better than that. Moan for me.”

Your moans got louder as you could feel the pleasure overtake you, envelop you in a haze of euphoria and lust, and the only thing you could feel was his heat and his manhood thrusting in and out of you.

“Another one.”

He thrusted hard in you, and you screamed, the sound ricocheted off the walls of his office. It nearly defeaned you but again, you could only think about Jaehyun.

How could you disobey him? Maybe it was an ingrained instinct that made you obey everything he asked.

His thrusts soon lost its previous rhythmic pattern and he moaned into your chest. You grew close to your unraveling, a feeling built up in your stomach.

“Y/n… shit, I—fuck, you feel so good.”

He spilled into you with a loud groan, while you muffled your scream into his shoulder. Your walls tightened immediately after you could feel his warm liquid inside you, his length pulsating.

You both settled down, and he quickly adjusted your positions so he wouldn’t crush you.

He wrapped his arms around you, and you both basked in each other’s presence and warmth. You felt sated and like a huge weight had been relieved of you, one weight that had been there for months. Your body felt tender and sore, and you knew it was going to be hard to walk tomorrow. If only this moment would last forever.

“Please… don’t leave me,” Jaehyun mumbled into your hair.

You looked up at him. “Baby, I’ve already resigned.”

He huffed, frustrated. “No, I mean… don’t leave my side. Be my girlfriend? Be mine?” His eyes softened when he gazed into yours.

You smiled, and pressed a kiss on his sharp jaw.

“Of course I will.”

(A/N: i was thinking of anon’s CEO! Doyoung request and this would not dislodge itself from my brain so like here you go while i hit up that priest and dunk myself in holy water)

#jaehyun #neowritingsnet #jaehyun smut #nct smut #jaehyun angst #ceo jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #nct x reader #nct imagine #kpop smut #kpop imagine #kpop angst #jaehyun imagine #nct johnny #taeyong #yuta #doyoung

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carryonsimoncarryonbaz · 6 years ago

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Finally posting chapter 2 of this fic that I’m writing for the incredible @krisrix ! Simon and Baz in a modern work AU. Baz is the CFO at his mother’s former company, now headed by the irritating and inept Davy Mage. Simon is Mage’s personal assistant. Office romances are frowned upon at Watford so what are these mutually pining boys to do?

Read the entire fic at ao3!

Excerpt from chapter 2:

Chapter 2

Baz

I’m up with the sun which is unusual for me. Not that I slept that well in the first place. Having the boy I love in such close proximity is like sharing a room with an open fire. His presence is drawing me in, pulling me closer, but I know it can only end with one or both of us getting burned.

I know this. It wouldn’t be my job on the line. I’d never forgive myself if I cost him his. It’s one of the many reasons I’ve forced myself to keep a distance, why I’ve kept my walls up with him.

Until last night.

I shouldn’t have kissed him back.

I wanted to kiss him back.

I still do.

Simon

I wake up to sunlight streaming in from the window and a pounding headache. The light’s too bright. The noise from the kitchen is too loud. The blanket’s too hot.

I throw it off me and groan as the shift in position makes my head throb in time with my heartbeat. I manage to drag myself to a seated position which does nothing to improve my symptoms.

I spot the bottle of paracetamol and rapidly down two capsules with the lukewarm water in the glass I find near me.

My mouth feels like sandpaper: rough, gritty, dry. I scrub my hands over my face and groan again.

“You’re finally awake then?”

I turn too quickly and have to close my eyes as the headache intensifies. I open them again to the sight of Baz, leaning against the kitchen doorway, one eyebrow arched in that oh-so-familiar way.

“What time is it?”

“Half past eleven.” He shakes his head. “Has anyone ever told you that you snore, Snow? Might want to get that checked out sometime.”

“It’s my sinuses, and it’s Simon. I told you that last night, Bazy.” I fix him with as intense a glare as I can muster under the circumstances.

The color drains from his face and I catch a flicker of something flash across his features before his mask slams back down. Hope? Apprehension? I’m not sure what it was but it’s not an expression I’ve seen from him before.

He assumed I’d forgotten about last night. Well, I’ve laid that presumption to rest now, haven’t I?

Baz clears his throat. “I’ve got breakfast ready, if you’re hungry.” He swallows. “Simon.”

“Ah, thanks. I’m desperate for a wash up first, if you don’t mind.”

He’s a flurry of activity—finding me towels, a spare toothbrush, toothpaste. Anything to avoid looking me in the eye it seems.

I’m scrubbing my face at the sink when he knocks on the bathroom door. “Thought you’d rather wear something other than your suit.” Baz is intently focused on something over my left shoulder as he hands me a pair of joggers and a hoodie.

I didn’t know Baz owned joggers and a hoodie. He’s always dressed to the nines, even at the more casual company events.

He’s gone as soon as I take the clothing from him. I look longingly at the shower but decide that’s taking things one step too far. I do the rest of my washing up and then slip into the clothes he’s left me.

The joggers are a bit too long, so I roll the waistband over. Baz’s hoodie fits just right. Smells like him too.

I find him in the kitchen and gratefully sink into a chair with the hot mug of tea he hands me clasped between my palms. “Baz, this is perfect.”

It is. There’s bacon and eggs, toast, marmalade, a huge slab of butter. I’m ravenous.

Baz sits across from me but just picks at his food. “Thanks for breakfast.” It comes out a bit mumbly as I’m still chewing my toast.

Baz just shakes his head. “You’re an absolute numpty, Simon.”

I shrug and smile, which only makes him flare his nostrils. Fuck. I’ve probably got something in my teeth.

I don’t start to feel human again until my second cup of tea. It’s past noon by then. The Club’s going to be awash with the Sunday brunch crowd but I’ve got to find my keys. My building supervisor’s not the most pleasant of blokes. Dragging him out on a Sunday to pick my lock and find me a spare key is definitely not going to endear me to him. I’m sure I’ll get charged for it too.

I really don’t want to think about that right now. What I want to think about is the way Baz sits, chin resting on his hand as he reads the morning paper across the table from me. The way the sun glints on his dark hair. It’s not slicked back today. It looks good like this, all loose waves framing his face. It makes him look softer, younger.

Which is probably why he never wears it that way at work. He’s got a reputation to maintain, Baz does. Cool, efficient, calculating, and controlled. Just as he should be, as CFO.

I like this side of him. Not that I don’t like the other Baz too. I like Baz every way I can get him.

And that’s the real reason I’m in no rush to get to the Club. We need to talk. I’m not going to let him pretend nothing happened last night. Something did. Something meaningful.

Baz kissed me back. There was no hesitation, no reluctance. His mouth moved on mine, his lips parted for me, his fingers tangled in my hair. I could feel his heart pounding under the hand I placed on his chest.

I remember every second of it. It’s etched in my memory and he can’t deny it. I won’t let him.

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#carry on #baz pitch #simon snow #rainbow rowell #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #work AU #my writing #my fics

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wrath & redemption | self para

His hand wrapped around the cold metal handle of the door that led into the soundproofed room in the back end of Labyrinth. There was always a moment of hesitation before he opened this particular door. He always knew what was on the other side, so it wasn’t a hesitation that came from apprehension, but one that came from a moral dilemma as to whether he was the kind of man who could one day walk away unscathed from this kind of business. At this point in time, the devil on his shoulder had much more of an influence than the angel. So, once again, he opened the door to the grunts and groans of a cheating, sleazy man.

The room was small, the only decor available was a couple of grey metal cabinets with locks on and a stool that sat dead center. Foam echo-proof padding donned the walls, making sure that the highly illegal goings-on of Labyrinth stayed firmly between him, the subject, the Doctor they paid to sit in the room next door just in case, and the bouncer who brought the cheater here and stopped Hayden from crossing a point of no return.

Pleading eyes, filled with fear stared at Hayden as he picked up the white knuckle wrap from the side and slowly began pacing the room, bandaging his hands. He had tape over his mouth, so he couldn’t actually talk, but the groans that came from hostage definitely sounded like a mix of ‘please don’t do this’, ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘what the fuck is happening?’.

“You’re probably wondering what the fuck is happening, right?” Hayden finally spoke as he dropped down so that his eyes were level with whoever this over-compensating wall-street-wishing wannabe CFO was. It was as their eyes met that Hayden had to just completely shut off his moral compass. It was as their eyes met that Hayden felt that flood of adrenaline surge through his body that made him not only want to do this but made him need it.

“Well,” he chuckled as he finished wrapping his hands and threw the tape off to one side. “I’ll cut you a deal. I’ll tell you why you’re here if you can tell me why you think it’s okay to walk around this casino’s blackjack tables with a 21 card duo up your sleeve,” he challenged with a sinister smile as he slowly began to peel the tape off his skin. “Ahh-- and save the screaming, okay? This is, like, all soundproofed and I literally just had to take an Advil before this. Migraines suck am I right?” With that, Hayden ripped the tape off the man’s mouth in one quick action.

He yelled out in pain, his body tensing up as he tried one more time to free his hands from the rope that tied them to the chair. “What the fuck is this place?” He cried, his eyes watering as his lips went a shade of red Hayden thought was only possible in cartoons. “So I tried to make a fast fucking buck! I’m fucking broke man! I can barely afford my mortgage! What?! Are you gonna-- Are you gonna kill me for that?” The man was shaking, and as Hayden’s eyes glanced down to his crotch, he realized the dude had wet himself as well. Clearly, this was his first shakedown.

“No, I’m not going to kill you, you fucking moron,” Hayden scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning around to the bouncer who couldn’t help but smirk. “What? I look like a murderer?” Hayden turned back to the cheater. “No-- don’t be a fuckin’ tool, we just bring shitbags like you back here to make sure you don’t come back here again-- so, tell me, princess, have you learned your lesson?”

“Sure! Sure! I w-won’t... You think I’m gonna come back to this place? None of us will come here! Not me, not my buddies--” WHACK. Hayden’s fist smacked across the guys' face, his knuckles tearing through a part of his cheekbone. “What the fuck was that f--”

“Your buddies aren’t gonna know about this, hotshot. You hear me?” Hayden stood up and went to turn around, but then quickly pivoted back around, fist slamming square into the dude’s jaw, sending blood everywhere. Quickly, Hayden grabbed a chunk of his hair, his knee pushed down hard into the man’s genital area and he closed the gap between them to mere inches. “Listen to me, you fucking idiot. If I hear one little whisper of you telling anyone about this room, about me, about this casino? If you even think about calling a lawyer, or going to the press, or badmouthing Labyrinth Casinos or Ainsley Slater’s name in any way at all, I will rain down on you like FUCKING hellfire! DO I MAKE MYSELF CRYSTAL FUCKING CLEAR?!” Hayden yelled, causing the guy to start crying uncontrollably and nod over and over again. “Good,” he smiled as he took a few steps back from the chair.

“So tell me-- er,” Hayden turned around to the bouncer as he pointed back to the man. “What’s this dude’s name?”

“Clive.”.

“Of course it is...” Hayden took a deep breath and rolled his eyes before turning back. “So tell me, Clive, what happened tonight? Why’s your face all busted up?”

“I-I-I---”

Hayden groaned and threw his hands up in the air which caused the guy to flinch so badly that he fell over backward, hitting his head on the concrete behind him. “Fucking IDIOT,” Hayden grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him back up before slapping his cheek a couple times. “Answer my fucking question, asshole. What happened tonight? What’s up with your face, besides it being ugly as fuck?”

“I was-- I was at the casino,” he flinched, but then kept going when the hit didn’t come. “I was at the casino a-and I got too drunk... I got kicked--”

“No, you didn’t get kicked out, did you?”

“N-- No, I left the casino a-and I went to a club?” He stuttered. Hayden nodded, moving his hand in a ‘and?’ motion. “A-And I got in a fight with someone there b-because I was-- I spilled a drink on him.”.

“There... That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Hayden smiled as he ruffled the guy's hair to just patronize him just a little bit more. “Well,” he clapped his hands together. “I think he’s learned his lesson, and I think we’re done here,” Hayden nodded as he began to unwrap his knuckle tape. “The Doc will just check you over then you’re free to go, dude. Just remember,” Hayden dropped down to whisper in his ear. “We have your credit card details, your full address and your name. You speak a word of this and I will find you, and who knows, maybe I do look like a murderer.” Hayden stood back up and rose his eyebrows at the man who was now just a quivering mess covered in sweat, blood and piss.

The bouncer knocked on the only other way in and out of the room and the Doctor came in. Hayden zoned out at that point, throwing the tape into the bin and exiting through the door he came in from. As quickly as he was able to shut his emotions off for the job, once the deed was done, they came flooding back in. His hands started shaking so he pocketed them as he made his way through the back corridors of the casino, head down so no-one would speak to him and delay his getting to fresh air. The sound of the fire door slamming open against bins echoed through his head, the cold late night air danced across his face and through his hair. He sighed. He swallowed.

The sound of quick footsteps approaching him caused him to finally look up, and as he did he saw the bloodied man running down the back alleyway to freedom. Their eyes locked onto each other and it felt like everything suddenly went into slow motion, he could feel the fear and hurt he’d caused. It all sped back up again as he shouted something like ‘don’t come near me’, as he almost tripped over his own feet before taking the first turn off he came to. Then, once again it was just Hayden, alone, in the middle of the night with bruising knuckles and the guilty weight on his conscience.

Hayden pulled his hood up and made his way out of the alley and out into the city. He took a long way home so he could avoid the town center in a hope that he wouldn’t bump into anyone he knew, or anyone at all really. His mind spun with what had just happened. What number was that now? Was that his-- tenth? Fifteenth? He was beginning to lose track. It was easier to deal with it when the guy he was beating up was a total asshole when they were spitting at him and smirking and trying to make the job hard. It was easier to justify what he was doing, those guys deserved being brought down a peg or two, didn’t they? But that guy? He’d wet himself before Hayden even walked in. He could have just said boo and he wouldn’t have said anything or come back again. But, he’d set a precedent for himself now. It’s what was expected. But that didn’t justify what he did at all... Not with him.

He came to the edge of the park. It was the final stretch of his journey home. Ten minutes and he could just drink himself to sleep. But, then he happened to notice the flickering lights of the church on the corner. He’d walked this way a couple times before, and he’d even done in the daytime, but he’d never noticed that church before. Hayden’s relationship with religion was complicated, to say the least. He couldn’t bring himself to believe in God as a master creator and overseer of every human action. There were too many immoral wrongs and unfair miscarriages of justice in the world for him to believe that. But, there had to be something. There had to be some force that connected everyone and everything, right? Otherwise, what was the point in love or friendship or compassion? Otherwise... Why did he feel so bad about what he was doing right now? Why did he feel like he had sinned?

Hayden found himself walking into the church before his mind had even made the decision to go in. Despite it being 1 in the morning, candles still burned on vigil’s dotted down the edges of the pews. The sound of plainsong and Gregorian chants played gently through the speakers. He let out a heavy breath and looked back at the front door. What was he doing? He wasn’t worthy of redemption. The sound of muttering prayers broke through the music and caused him to look back into the church. A man sat on a cushion in front of the altar, hands pushed together, head back, eyes closed. Hayden furrowed his eyebrows and once again his feet began to walk him down the aisle before his mind decided on the action.

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed nervously, eyes firmly on who he guessed was the priest. Who else would be in front of the alter this time at night? Hayden slid into a pew a couple rows back from the front and pushed his hands into his pockets. He nipped at the inside of his mouth. Maybe he could try that; praying. Maybe that would take the weight off his shoulders a little bit. Maybe there was something or someone that could help. He doubted it, but maybe... Maybe...

He closed his eyes and tried to clear the images that immediately projected onto his eyelids. But, as he tried to clear his mind, he couldn’t help but begin to actually hear what the man was saying. He couldn’t catch it word for word, but he heard the word sorry. He heard him ask for forgiveness. He heard him speak about a boy. He heard the word cancer. He heard the word cheating. He heard the word deserves. Then he heard ‘I know even gambling is a sin, and I’m sorry, please forgive me.’. Hayden’s eyes shot open and he stood up so fast he almost knocked the pew in front of him over. His chest rose and fell at the same rate as if he’d just run a marathon. The man jumped and turned around and there he was. His face still stained in blood. His lip swollen.

“I--” Hayden’s words got trapped in his throat. He went white as a sheet. He wanted to throw up. “I’m sorry... I’m--” Hayden shook his head as he shuffled out of the pew back into the aisle with his hands up as if he was surrendering to the cops. “I-- I didn’t tail you here, it’s-- I-- I’m sorry,” Hayden was the one stuttering now, his were the eyes that filled with tears. “I’m sorry,” he whispered one last time before backing up a few paces then turning and running out of the church.

He ran through the park, the sound of his own breath so loud it was as if his head was inside a boombox that was playing it. How could he even think for a moment someone like him could possibly find redemption? How could he even think for a moment someone like him could find peace? There was no peace or redemption in the world for a man like Hayden Barnes. For a man that got his own Father murdered. For a man that abandoned his best friend. For a man that gives up at every thing he’s ever started the moment things get hard. For a junkie.

His door slammed against the wall as he kicked it open. His mind was going so fast he couldn’t understand a single thought other than the one that repeated itself over and over, louder and louder. He needed a fix. He needed the dope. He had some. For emergencies. Drawers went flying across the room as he tried to find where he’d put the bag until; bingo. He held it up against the light, a sigh of relief as he spent a moment just looking at it before snapping back into action. He grabbed everything he needed to cook it up and use it. And within minutes, he pushed it into his veins. And within minutes, he was out.

That was his redemption. Heroin was his God.

#tw; abuse #tw; assault #tw; violence #tw; heroin #tw; needle mention #self para

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