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in another lifetime | kim woojin

genre: ceo/iron man!kim woojin x secretary!reader | ceo au ; superhero au ; alcohol mention ; blood mention summary: you and your boss were inseparable. no one could understand how you could work ungodly hours for such an inexperienced ceo. but your job was to stick by mr. kim for as long as you were getting paid, and that meant being his date to charity balls and helping him turn into the country’s best superhero. wc: 18.9k

Secretary was your title, but you liked to think you were more than just that. Perhaps secretary was just an umbrella term for amateur sommelier slash novice multitasker slash the only employee who knew how to drive stick. Whatever your job entailed, you were sure to list all of those tasks in your updated resume when it was time to pass the torch onto some other poor sucker because you would much rather die than be a secretary for life.

It wasn’t like your boss was a total ass, or anything. That was actually the scary part - the fact that your boss was one of the kindest and most attentive people you’ve ever worked for, yet you still hated this job! What made this so horrid was the amount of walking and running your poor feet had to do. And guess what? No sneakers were allowed in the office, so you were left with walking over forty-thousand steps in a day in toe-pinching sole-aching glossy shoes that were half a size too big for your feet because shoes like these always ran out in your size in the store.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim,” you greeted, walking into his private office at 8:00 am on the dot as normal. With tired eyes, he looked up from his stack of blueprints and gave you a warm smile. You don’t know how he does it, but he always managed to welcome your morning visits with a smile that almost made you consider your resignation. “Iced americano, extra shot.”

“You are a blessing,” he praised graciously. One sip of the liquid gold was enough to wake him up right away.

“Long night?”

“Yeah. You know how it took us hours to decide the wall colors for each floor in our building? Imagine doing that all over again, but for a superhero suit prototype.”

“But it’s just a suit this time, not fifty floors.”

“This isn’t just a suit, _____. It’s the suit of a man who’s going to save the world one day! A suit that everyone will lay their eyes on and judge me for my color choices.”

“You sound like a child.”

“An ambitious child, mind you.”

“Did you ultimately decide on a color?”

“Yes, two colors actually. Red and gold.”

“Wow, such a loud and loyal color choice.”

“Is it?” Your handsome boss pouted slightly while scanning his designs. “Seungmin said the same thing. Maybe I should change it -”

“No!” you interrupted for the sake of not wanting to look up Pantone’s thousands of shades of ruby and champagne. “Red and gold are perfect for you.”

Woojin’s pouty lips melted into a proud smile. “If you believe so, then I trust you. Come take a look - what do you think of it overall?”

You walked around his ginormous custom-made walnut desk to peer over his shoulder. Woojin could smell the familiar gardenia scent you wore for years and it immediately brought comfort to his panicking soul. Somehow your presence always calmed him down, no matter what stressful situation he was in. Maybe that’s why he wanted to have you around 24/7. How selfish of him.

Your couple minutes of silence were so agonizing that his nervous foot-tapping habit he told you about that he thought he got rid of in college broke through, which was your cue to answer.

“I like it. I like it a lot, actually,” you admitted honestly. “I would definitely feel safe if I saw you come to my rescue, although the helmet is a little concerning.”

“Concerning how?”

“Well, it has such a… A, uh… How do I put this politely? A dead expression?”

“‘Dead’ is a polite adjective to you?”

“I mean come on, Mr. Kim, there are two eyes and a flat line for the mouth where the corners curve downwards just slightly and it looks like you gave him little fangs. There’s not much life in the eyes, either.”

“They light up when the suit is on!”

“Maybe I’ll like it more when I see it in person?”

“The helmet is the only thing I’m confident about, so nothing and no one can change my mind,” he said stubbornly.

“I’m sure everyone will love it,” you reassured while smoothing out the stress wrinkles on his indigo shoulder pads. “When do you plan on starting the build?”

“In half an hour.”

“What!?” Woojin nearly spit out his espresso at your yelping and the frantic way you sifted through your massive planner and scrolling through your emails on your phone at the same time. Oh, so that’s what he forgot to tell you! He knew something felt off. “B-B-But I didn’t get an email that the shipment arrived!”

“I called the company at five in the morning just as they opened and demanded an expedited shipping of all the materials and they’ll be arriving in half an hour.”

“But did the quality department approve of the materials? Or your design at least?”

“You do know I’m the CEO, right?” Woojin smirked teasingly. “That’s business talk for ‘fuck Quality’.”

Woojin stood up from his black velvet Chesterfield chair to escape your nagging and briskly walked away towards God-knows-where. Like an obedient, push-over puppy, you trailed closely behind with a light jog and all you could think about was how it was too early for your feet to be aching this badly.

“I don’t like the idea of this,” you said firmly.

“You never do. Loosen up a little, will ya?”

“I will not! I looked the other way when you decided on signing a contract to collaborate with that ugly luxury car brand, I agreed with the proposal of a new smartphone that totally flopped in the end, and I barely allowed the approval for the development of the new branch in Taiwan! All of those ideas are whatever, arbitrary even, but this? This puts you at the front line of danger, Mr. Kim! What if something goes wrong, or the material is compromised? What if these companies take you for a fool for not checking in with the quality department first? What if you’re setting yourself up to be sabotaged, huh?”

Woojin pressed the down button on the elevator, ignoring your pleas. Even though all you do is nag and play by the rules, he knew you were only doing so because he didn’t bother to. In the end, you were just looking out for him, and he couldn’t appreciate you more.

His gives you what he thought was a reassuring smile. To you, it looked rather mischievous “Lucky for me that you’ll be there the whole time, right?”’

“What do you mean…?”

“I mean you’ll watch the entire suit being built while you work. Then you’ll see how safe it is. I need someone to double check me, anyways.”

“Mr. Kim, I don’t think I’m qualified for that.”

“Don’t be silly, of course you are!”

Your engineering experience went as far as Physics I and II classes with a teaspoon’s worth in basic circuitry, so if Woojin thought that qualified you to double check his work, then you might have to question his PhD degree.

The elevator welcomed you both into its vacant container. The lowest level this elevator could reach with a single button was the basement, but if the right person (or the wrong person) were to dial the buttons in the order of 4-4-1-9, they would be taken nine floors below the basement to the rumored ‘Super Office’ (ten was too much because Woojin didn’t like the feel of the heavy pressure and eight was such a silly number).

The steel doors opened right into his Super Office which he designed to be five times larger than his executive office so he had plenty of room for building up new car designs and bringing his super suits to life for both him and his partners. His successful designs that were once worn but are now retired were placed on mannequins and stored inside a tall glass box on display for him to admire.

You walked up to your favorite one, eyes sparkled adoringly at Seungmin’s first Spider-Man suit.

“You always loved the red and blue,” Woojin noted behind you. “Still not a fan of the black one?”

“The black one is scary! No one wants a hero dressed in all black, like that color does not exude the feeling of safe.”

“Duly noted for his next suit.”

Beside Seungmin’s old spidey suit was an empty display case you assumed was meant for this final draft of Woojin’s Iron Man suit. Surrounding the two glass cases were dozens and dozens of wood and plastic demos that didn’t work out in the end, but Woojin didn’t have the heart to take them to the dumpster.

“Looks like the shipment arrived early!” Your mature but easy-going boss jogged up to the piles of wooden crates and packages that were laid out neatly in the center of his work space. Without much patience, he took off his indigo suit jacket, tossed it to the side like it wasn’t worth two thousand dollars (to which you caught before it hit the ground), and took the crowbar on top of the pile to open the cases with ease. Sheets of metals, different tools, and a cool welding and soldering set scattered along the concrete floor. Woojin gave you an excited grin that mimicked a child upon opening gifts on Christmas. “Let the building commence!”

There wasn’t room for any argument, so you took a seat at his desk where he normally would sketch the designs and worked off of his desktop with a heavy feeling of defeat. At least watching the process would be cool, right?

Maybe cool wasn’t the right word. Or watching.

For the next three months, from sunrise to sunset, you spent your day nine floors below the surface for almost twelve hours a day being his little helper. From holding pieces of metal in place while he flame torched them together to feeding him take out because his hands were covered in oil, you did it all and God, if Woojin didn’t give you a raise or at least some meal tickets to the executive cafeteria, you might just quit on the spot.

“Done.” With a heavy and exhausted sigh, Woojin clapped his hands together and marveled at his nearly-finished product. “We’re done!!”

“What about the red and gold paint?”

“I can’t work on this anymore or I’ll implode. I’ll just take this to my car guy and he’ll paint it exactly how I want it.”

“Not really a self-made suit then, is it?” you dared to challenge your boss.

He pointed an accusing finger at you. “Shut your mouth and give me my food.”

You handed a slouching Woojin his box of take-out and wooden chopsticks. While you had a perfectly comfortable ottoman he could have sat on right next to you, he remained on the cold concrete, probably too sore and worn out to even stand up, let alone walk to a cushioned seat. Woojin was a man with personality and many faces, but his face of satisfactory upon completing projects was when he was the most handsome. For a while, you two just sat in silence, taking in every detail of the flawless silver suit while slurping noodles.

“So,” Woojin began nervously. “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful, Mr. Kim,” you say immediately.

“You mean it?”

For someone so intelligent and talented, it was a wonder how a man like him could be insecure about any of his creations.

“Absolutely,” you reassured. “Flawless. Is it fully programmed and everything?”

“Yup. I installed the software and artificial intelligence last week.”

“Sounds like the only thing you need to do is take it out for a spin.”

Woojin hummed with approval. “... Can you do it for me?”

“What!? No!”

“I really don’t want to do it…”

“With all due respect, please suck it up.”

“Isn’t it reasons like this why I hired you?”

“I was hired to be your secretary, not your lab rat.”

“To be fair, the job description was pretty vague.”

“Yeah, I definitely did not expect to be helping you construct a modern Knight in Shining Armor cosplay.” After wiping your mouth clean of all MSG and soy sauce, you tossed your dirty napkin in the trash bin that was a considerable distance away.

Woojin followed suit, who was also able to get his napkin in the can. Then you tossed another napkin, and then him, and this went on until you were left to toss your boxes and chopsticks. The real challenge was tossing the plastic wraps of the fortune cookies.

“Whoever loses has to do whatever the other says,” Woojin proposed.

Without hesitation, you nodded in agreement. “Fine, but I will not test that thing out if I lose.”

“Deal. Secretaries first.”

You did your best to crumple up and squish out any air that was left in the wrapped before whipping it like you were throwing the first pitch. The wrapper hit the rim of the can and fell to the side. But that’s ok, because there was no way your boss could even come close to -

“WOO!” Woojin cheered, getting up from the floor while you were left slumped in the chair filled with defeat. Of course, whatever he wanted, he would get his way. “Man, I am super lucky today.”

“What the hell! Did you wrap it around a stone or something!?”

“Darling, I would never cheat ~”

“There’s no use in arguing. Just lay the consequences on me, boss.”

Woojin scooted the ottoman closer - almost a little too close. Then, like a handsome little goldendoodle with his swooshy caramel hair and sparkling eyes, he gazed up at you pleadingly before offering you your punishment.

Fear and flattery tickled your spine. “Spit it out.”

A grin followed. “You will accompany me to the ball next week.”

“The Children’s Charity Ball? The biggest charity ball of the century? The one where all the white-haired big shots attend with their dates who just barely turned eighteen?”

“The very same.”

“And you want me to be your date.”

“Yes.”

“Seems a bit lazy, doesn’t it?”

“Lazy how!?”

Not wanting him to see you blush, you began cleaning up the mess from the takeout. “Lazy as in why not find a real date? You know, someone you’ll have a good time with.”

“Hey, I always have a good time with you! And I’m doing you a favor if you think about it. If I wanted to bring anyone else, that would mean you’d have to flip through all of my contacts and have you choose the perfect date for me. So unless you want the extra overtime, I’ll expect to see you dressed to the nines?”

“Don’t you want to bring someone more suited for this role? Someone with much more finesse and elegance?” you said as you twirled dirty napkins in the air.

“If I’m being honest, I do not have the time nor do I want to put in the effort into bringing someone so bland.”

“Who says they’re bland? What if I pick out one of your supermodel friends or like a professor, or something?”

“All my supermodel friends like to toke up in bathrooms and what’s a professor going to do? Lecture me to death? _____, please, I am begging you - be my date? You know you and I are going to have a blast, I promise you. We always do when we’re together.”

A moment of silence passed while you shuddered in disgust. You couldn’t believe you were going to say this, but… “So what should I wear?”

“Yes! That’s the spirit! Wear anything besides velvet because that’s my fabric of choice.”

“Can you at least do the picking for me? We should at least match in the slightest.”

Woojin let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, fine, I’ll do all the work.”

“You’re a pain in the ass, Mr. Kim.”

“It’s what I do best.”

After cleaning up the mess and a last quick polish on the Iron suit, the two of you took the elevator to the level below the basement where Woojin parked his favorite fancy shmancy foreign sports car you couldn’t pronounce. In its shiny and spotless all-white glory sat his coup in his executive parking spot where no other car or person was in sight.

“Quite showy for you, isn’t it?” you accused your normally toned-down boss.

“I had a hunch that today was going to be the day we finished, and low and behold, we did. Soojung the Spyder always brings me good luck,” he patted and praised his prized roadster.

The distance from the office to your apartment was a solid forty-five minutes away by public transportation, right on the edge of being not TOO far, but not close enough, but by car it was only twenty-five minutes. During your first couple of years with the company, you enjoyed the lonely rides and getting lost with your thoughts, but there were moments you got so lost that you missed your stop a couple too many times and sometimes the winter made waiting outside so unbearable. It wasn’t until you started to clock in tons of overtime that Woojin was nice enough to drive you home from then on.

“C’mon, _____, just get in the car,” Woojin begged for the twelfth time, holding the passenger door open with one hand and an umbrella with the other. He parked his car illegally right in front of the bus stop that so many other employees used. Why did it matter that you were using it while it was thunderstorming and past 10:00 PM? “The heat is escaping the longer we argue.”

“It’s fine! I don’t live too far away,” you lied. “Please go home, Mr. Kim, your puppy must be worried sick.”

“Hazelnut can wait, but I can’t. As your boss, I order you to get in my car!” Though the statement was serious with his booming voice, his pouty lips made it much less intimidating.

“With all due respect, I have clocked out for the day and I don’t have to listen to you until 7:00 am tomorrow.”

“I can’t believe you’re making me break the law.”

“What do you mean?”

The blinding lights of the bus flashed irregularly, a polite way of telling Woojin to get the fuck out of the way. But he didn’t move in the slightest. He patiently waited for you by the passenger door, not moving a muscle and looking like a car model dressed in his long, warm and tan pea coat.

“Mr. Kim, get out of the way!”

“Not until you’re in my car,” he shook his head stubbornly. “The bus is getting closer ~”

Your anxiousness hiked up exponentially when the driver held the horn long and loudly, not looking like they had much patience in them and indicating that they were very, very annoyed. For the sake of not inconveniencing the butt-load of passengers and the driver and securing your job, you hurried into his car, cursing up a storm that rivaled the one outside. A triumphant and smirking Woojin followed suit and sped away at a dangerous speed, perhaps breaking a second law that night. For those twenty-five minutes (or maybe it was fifteen with Woojin’s driving), the car was silent because your reckless boss focused on cutting every civilian off on the highway and you were too busy covering your eyes in fear.

“You were so dramatic back then,” Woojin snickered at the seemingly-harmless memory.

“Me!? You were the one who parked in front of a bus stop and begged me to get in!”

“You were the one who wouldn’t get in the damn car!”

“How does it look to on-lookers that a secretary is getting into her boss’s car!?”

“It’s not like anyone knows our relationship.”

“Oh please, someone like you driving a beautiful shiny car picking up sad ol’ me at the bus stop - of course on-lookers may not know me and my relationship to you, but they definitely know who you are at the very least.”

“I could not give more than zero fucks of what people think.”

“Yes, that much is clear.”

“_____, you can’t always worry about what everyone thinks ~”

You sighed loudly, as if you’d explained this to him a thousand times already. “Worrying is the basis to my entire title, Mr. Kim.”

“And will you drop the ‘Mr. Kim’ once and for all? We’re the same age!”

“Same age, but different titles and a massive pay gap. You and I are not equals.”

Woojin reached over to mess up your hair. “You’re so formal, it’s so cute!”

“Ah, stop it! You’re swerving!!”

Woojin had dropped you off and walked you up to your apartment more times than you can count, but you don’t think you’ll ever get over the embarrassment of your humble abode. Of course you’ve visited his mansion just as many times, since you participated in the designing of it, and him having to see such a sad home in comparison is, well, terrifying each and every time.

“Ok, bye,” you dismissed quickly.

A handsome laugh escaped your handsome boss’s lips. “Still hate having me so close to your home? You know, it’s quite rude you’ve never invited me in and yet you’ve been in mine hundreds of times!”

“My home doesn’t have marble statues or glass refrigerators and I can’t hire you to redesign the interior.”

“You know I don’t care about that stuff!”

“But I do!”

He pouted slightly once more. “What a shame. I thought we were friends.”

“We are, but friends don’t break sensitive boundaries.”

He passively waved you off. “Fine, fine. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Bright and early.”

“Excellent. I have one request.”

It was your turn to pout. What could he possibly want this time? “Already? At least let me sleep peacefully.”

“It’s nothing complicated, I promise! In fact, it’ll save you thirty minutes. Don’t bring me my coffee tomorrow.”

“Don’t? Are you on a caffeine cleanse again? You know how badly that went last time - you barely lasted two days and you fired someone, to which I had to convince you for forty minutes to hire them back.”

“No, not a cleanse. Just come in a bit earlier. Let’s get coffee together.”

“Do you have time for that?” Knowing how packed Woojin’s schedule was in the mornings, you wondered his sanity for making time just so the two of you could grab a cup.

“I’ll make time. Actually, you’ll make time. Can you pencil us in for some coffee?”

“U-Uh, yeah!” With nervous and shaky hands, you pulled out your work phone and squeezed in half an hour of coffee time. “Done.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Don’t be reckless driving home.”

“No promises.”

Before going into your apartment complex, you watched Woojin wave goodbye before blasting music with a deep bass and speeding off, leaving a smokey trail from burning rubber.

“I hate him,” you smiled to yourself.

“I hate him,” you said to yourself upon walking into Woojin’s office.

Like an artificially intelligent robot that didn’t know of its purpose, Woojin dressed in his Iron suit walked around his office doing regular office things, like dusting the blinds and tidying up loose papers on his desk. It was a little difficult to do smaller tasks with his stiff and massive iron hands, so you’re not entirely sure what your boss was doing.

“G’morning!” he greeted cheerfully. “Just taking this baby out on a test drive.”

You had just noticed the paint job was completed on the suit which meant that it was good to go. However, you didn’t think this was the ideal way to ‘test drive’ a superhero suit.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim. Is this really the right way to test drive?”

“I got too excited when my car guy told me it was done. He did it so quickly and precisely, too. Look, he even engraved it with my signature! She’s a beauty, isn’t she?”

“Yes, very shiny. The gold and red are much prettier than I imagined.”

“Right!? Not too Gryffindor-y, is it?”

“Not at all,” you said sincerely. “Do you want to get coffee now? We should hurry, you have a conference call at 8:00.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Woojin followed you to the door with a trail of heavy iron steps. You turned around quickly and gave him an incredulous look, one he’s seen much too often. “I don’t want coffee anymore.”

“Why not!?”

“I’m not going out in public with you wearing that thing! You look ridiculous!”

“That’s so rude of you to say about my pride and joy! This also took me thirty minutes to put on!”

“Mr. Kim, we’re just getting coffee!”

“You are not fun at all.”

It took only five minutes to get your boss stumbling out of the suit because the button for the release was hidden under a metal panel on his wrist, but at least it was painless.

“I thought you didn’t want to reveal Iron Man until you tested it and got your seal of approval?” you asked the child-like man.

“That’s still the plan, but I’m just so excited! I think we should test it tonight.”

“Tonight? Already?”

“Yup, and I need you here with me in case I die, or something.”

“And to think I was gonna relax and take a bubble bath tonight.”

“It won’t take long, I promise.”

“I’ll believe it when I drop my bath bomb in my tub.”

In your whole time working here, you’ve spent more time together with Woojin at both the office and at his home than working alone. The ratio was about seventy-five percent at the office, fifteen percent at his home, and ten percent miscellaneous, like going to business lunches or simple walks to the coffee shop like today. The long work hours were brutal on your feet and your social life, but the money was way too good to pass. You swore you broke the world record for ‘quickest payment of student debt’ with your hard work.

To anyone else, your job sounded so unappealing that no amount of money could ever convince them to do what you’re doing. ‘So brave’, they tell you, but it’s not that you’re brave, it’s that you’re loyal and as much as you hate to say it, you had the best boss. Yes, he’s a little goofy and yes, maybe a bit naive because he’s so young, but he treated you like you’re his equal and not someone so beneath him who takes all of his notes and takes his laundry to be dry cleaned. Plus when he compensated for your time so handsomely, how could you hate your job? Every day was new and exciting when you were with Woojin.

The day went along as normal, from conference calls to lunch and finishing the day with an interview with the press. The very second everyone clocked out at 5:00 pm, you followed a speedy boss to wherever he led you.

“Are we going to test it out now?”

“No, silly, it’s still too bright out! We have to test it once the sun sets.”

You knew that sounded too good to be true. You held a light jog in order to keep up with him. “Where are we going then?”

He turned and gave you a suspicious grin. “Shopping!”

“For what!?”

“You and I need matching outfits for the charity ball, remember?”

“You know, I was just kidding when I said that… We don’t have to match…” The last thing you want is for someone to mistake you as your boss’s date instead of his secretary, but to be fair you don’t know many guests going that bring anyone that isn’t a date, so you kind of shot yourself in the foot when you didn’t make that shot into the trash bin.

“We are matching and I am not arguing with you.”

A defeated sigh escaped your lips before entering the backseat of Woojin’s car where his driver would take us anywhere he pleased. He told him a cross section that sounded familiar, but not enough for you to guess where you’re going, so from here on out until you were home taking a hot bath, the rest of today would be a surprise.

The car stopped in front of a glossy black DIOR building. You expected nothing less from Woojin.

“You would pick Dior,” you scoffed, completely amazed at how someone so rich could have so much brand loyalty to one company.

“Hey, they are consistent and beautifully crafted, don’t judge me.”

“Mr. Kim and Lovely _____!” An older, graceful lady came running to greet both of you with a warm smile dressed in a hot red shade of lipstick. You recognized her voice to be the owner from all the times you called to ask about any pieces Woojin could reserve before they hit the runway and were snatched up by the ‘I Have Daddy’s Credit Card and Inheritance’ private-school boys. This was your first time seeing her in person and her calming voice matched her mature appearance perfectly. “This piece has been waiting for you ~”

“I can’t wait, Auntie,” he smiled back graciously like an obedient nephew rewarded with cookies.

She led the two of you to the very back where the private dressing and tailoring area was, where the mirrors went from the floor to the ceiling. The store owner walked in with Woojin’s fabric of choice, a velvet jacket with crisp black pants and a white button-up that had the slightest sheen of silver from metallic strands woven into the shirt fabric. In the shadows, one would think the velvet was black, but in the light or at certain angles, there was the slightest sheen to it that showed the darkest shades of indigo and green, like an oil slick. You couldn’t believe the amount of detail in the velvet that your eyes looked like they were popping out of your sockets.

Your boss was so eager to try it on that he was taking off his pants before you were warned. Quickly you turned around and shut your eyes, pretending that you didn’t see his KakaoTalk-patterned boxer briefs.

“M-M-Mr. Kim! At least warn me if you’re going to strip!!”

“Sorry ~” he apologized unapologetically.

A couple of zips and rustling of fabrics later, Woojin tapped your shoulder to turn around. Your eyes bulged out of their sockets again while looking at your boss dressed in a suit that was clearly made for him and him only. It didn’t look like any tailoring was needed at all! He looked like he walked right off the runway. There had to be some enchantment spell in the fabric because you swear you’ve never seen any man more handsome before this moment.

“I take it you like it?” Woojin teased.

Your cheeks tickled with red when he caught you staring. “You look amazing as usual, Mr. Kim.”

“You think so?” You knew so. “It’s not too flashy, is it?”

“Not at all. I think you have the perfect amount of flash. How does it feel?”

“Like a glove. It’s already perfectly tailored!”

“I know your measurements by heart, my dear,” Auntie bragged. “Of course I had it ready to go already.”

“You’re the best.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug. “What would I be without you?”

“Not GQ’s best dressed man under thirty, that’s for sure.”

“Could you do me another favor? Do you perhaps have something for _____ to match? We have a charity ball next weekend.”

“Mr. Kim, this is really unnecessary -”

“I know exactly what to pull.”

Before you could object, Auntie ran to the back of the store where all the hidden inventory was held. You glared at your cheeky boss, still dressed in his sexy outfit and it was hard to keep your glare when he looked so damn good, that handsome bastard.

“I’m not wearing whatever she brings out.”

“You will and you’ll look great and we will buy it, so don’t embarrass me.”

“Embarrass you!? I am not your doll!”

“I’ve got it!”

Both you and Woojin whipped your heads to see Auntie running in with a blacker than black satin and silky outfit that was simple but elegant. Nervous goosebumps spread through your arms and straight to your wallet. You already knew this was going to be the most expensive outfit you’ve ever worn.

“It’s beautiful,” you gasped so slightly.

“Try it on!”

Woojin followed Auntie out of the dressing room but not before shooting you a triumphant wink. I mean, who were you to deny your boss and the store owner, right? So with ease, you put on the cooling fabric that clung to your body in all the right spots. The mirror did all justice and perhaps it was a magical mirror that Dior spent millions on to convince their customers to buy everything because damn, you look hot! With your face as red as Woojin’s Corvette, you presented the outfit to the two judges.

“Oh, it fits perfectly!” Auntie gushed with wide eyes.

Woojin stayed silent with his mouth ajar and eyes scanning you up and down like you were a precious gem discovered in a deep cave beyond a waterfall. It was hard to differentiate between feeling flattered and feeling like object, but at least you were a desired object, right?

“You look amazing,” Woojin admitted sincerely, no longer looking at you with awe and rather content.

“Really? I look ok?”

His handsome smile shined brightly at you. Whether you were dressed in your formal work clothes that screamed ‘absolute virgin’ or you were head-to-toe in Dior, you were never just ‘ok’. You always had the attention of everyone in the room once you walked in, especially his. You were always stunning, no matter what. Validation from your boss always came easy and calmed you quickly because he only had eyes for you.

“You look just fine,” he lied, because ‘fine’ didn’t come close to how you looked to him.

“We’ll be the best dressed at the ball, huh?”

“Absolutely.”

The car ride home was quiet other than the trot music playing on the radio from the driver’s playlist. Woojin seemed as cool as a cucumber, but you were at the edge of your seat feeling a bit awkward and ugh, unintentionally sweaty. Compliments from any man was one thing, but coming from your boss? A whole different level of weird, especially if they weren’t work related! What did ‘you look just fine’ even mean!? Was that a good thing? Were you too average-looking? Whatever it was, from now until you fall asleep at ungodly hours, those words were going to circulate your thoughts, perhaps haunt you for days.

At exactly 7:03 pm, just as the sun set below the horizon revealing the indigo night sky, the driver pulled up to the back entrance of the building that led to a secret elevator that would take you straight to the underground office after punching in the code. A giggling and grinning Woojin was the first to hop out of the car and ran towards the door.

“Mr. Kim, hold on!” you whined as you struggled to get out of the tall car.

“Hurry up, _____! Now’s the perfect time to earn that OT!”

“This time-and-a-half pay better be worth it…”

Upon entering the elevator, you were ready to punch in the 4419 code, but Woojin had already pressed the button to the top level, which led to the roof slash helipad.

“Why are we going up?”

“We can’t test the suit inside, silly. Seungmin came by earlier to pick up his suit after I recalibrated it last night and I asked him to take the suit to the roof.”

“How, that thing weighs like a ton!”

“Not when you’re wearing it.”

“You let him wear it before you test drove it!? Mr. Kim, that’s extremely reckless!”

“Relax, I trusted he wouldn’t mess anything up, and look! It’s right there!”

The glass elevator made a slow stop to reveal the red and gold suit standing proudly in the center of the helipad. As soon as the doors panned open, Woojin handed you his suitcase before running out and tossing his blazer onto the floor before hastily stepping into the suit.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he said, running back to your frazzled state. He took the leather suitcase from your hands and popped it open so he could give you a glass tablet. “This is for you.”

You looked at the shiny slab of glass with wonder. “What is it?”

“It’s like a control center. You’ll see what I see in terms of my stats and where I am in the city. If anything goes wrong, like say the jets give out, I need you to send a command to manually turn on the back-ups.”

“And what code is that?”

“Not important, we’ll study those later.”

“Later!? What if something happens tonight!?”

“Nothing will happen I promise, I’ll see you in a bit ~!” his cheering faded away the further he ran from you and to his beloved suit.

There was no use in fighting your boss, so you did as you were told and touched the tablet to reveal the control panel. It was black for a few moments before the screen showed your tiny self off in the distance looking down at the tablet which meant that Woojin was able to put on and turn on the suit super quickly without any problems.

“What do you see?” he asked you through the speakers of the tablet from his built-in microphone in the helmet.

“I see me in the distance, the battery level of the suit, and all other weird liquids and commodities at one hundred percent.”

“Perfect!”

You turned to look at your boss who was stretching and feeling out the suit as if this wasn’t his 50th time wearing it. Still, he looked so excited and proud of his hard work, it was hard to tease him about how childish he was, even if he was trying out his yoga poses he just learned.

“How does it feel?”

“It feels incredible! Totally indescribable now that I’m out in the open. And it’s surprisingly lightweight.”

“How were you able to make it feel light with all that metal?”

“I don’t know, if I’m being honest…”

You rolled your eyes. “The work of a genius, huh?”

“You’ve got that right. Are we ready to take off?”

“I believe so. Are you ready to take off?”

“More than I’ll ever be, baby!!”

Before you knew it, you saw the camera’s view on the screen wobble and turn towards the edge of the building. Terrified, you saw your child-like boss get a running start before he dove off the edge and into the sea of the city.

In a panic, you ran and took a peak over the edge, hoping the jets or whatever kept the suit flying would operate properly and leave you without any worries. At first, Woojin was but a dark red speck falling beneath the shadows, but a second later, he came flying up at lighting speed doing tricks and flips with ease and whooping loudly, as any normal CEO of a software company slash wannabe superhero would do. You could hear him giggling through your tablet, and like a spectator watching the most spectacular aerial performance, you watched him with a smile on your lips.

After his solo, he glided back down to you and hovered beyond the edge just at your eye level. You couldn’t see any features behind the glass of his eyes so you were left awkwardly staring at his expressionless helmet with those signature weird fangs. After all you and Woojin have been through together, even with an idea like this being so ridiculously obscure, he could always rely on you to support him no matter what. He saw how your eyes sparkled with wonderment and how your cheeks dusted a soft pink and it was then that he knew you would stay by his side for even more ridiculous shenanigans to come.

He would never let you leave, anyways. Even in another lifetime, he’d have you by his side forever.

“How cool do I look right now?” he asked. His voice sounded deeper and electronic through the helmet, like he was a robot or had his voice programmed through a phone like Siri. You imagined an idea like that was how Woojin planned on becoming immortal one day.

You raised a brow. “You look kind of… scary?”

“Scary!? Why?”

“I don’t know, if I saw a flying robot come at me at rocket speed, I think I’d be terrified!”

“Well, if I come to your rescue, at least you’ll know it’s me.”

“I suppose. So what are you going to do now? Throw a reveal event? Press conference, perhaps?”

“That, or wait for a Demon-Level threat to pass through our city. I don’t know, whichever comes first.” Woojin shrugged nonchalantly. “Wanna see something cool?”

Before you could agree, Woojin held his palm to the sky before a neon blue blast shot out of it, disappearing into God-knows-where. You could feel the heat from the beam of light radiated around you and fear sparked inside your chest..

“What the hell was that!?” you exclaimed.

“Isn’t that so cool!? Gonna hit some suckers and fry them up like bacon!” Your boss blindly shot another beam of light into the sky and you prayed to someone out there that no planes would disintegrate in the process.

“Hey, careful! What if you hit a satellite or something!” In the process of grabbing Woojin’s iron hand so he’d stop being so reckless, you burned yourself upon touching the hot metal opening like a total dumb ass and yanked your hand back. “Ah!!”

“Oh, shit.”

Quickly and haphazardly, Woojin landed back on the helipad and climbed out of the iron suit. In the process of running back to your aid, he untied his black silk necktie to use as a temporary band aid on your scalding palm. Gingerly, his cold hands took yours and ran a thumb over the scarring semicircle.

“Ah ah ah stop!!” you cried with tears of pain and embarrassment streaming down your cheeks.

“Sorry! Here,” Woojin wrapped his tie around your palm and tied it tightly. The pure silk felt cooling against the burn and soon your tears stopped and you couldn’t do anything else besides sniffle. “Let’s go back inside. My office has a first aid kit.”

Your mumbling and cursing boss led you back to his office with urgency, blaming himself for being so stupid and recklessly playing with what could be considered a weapon of mass destruction. And now his favorite person, the one person who believed in his iron suit, was hurt in the process, pouting cutely and holding your burned hand like you were an injured puppy. This was one of his greatest fears upon completing this project.

You sat on his sapphire blue velvet couch with the bronze-gilded frame that looked like it belonged in the Ravenclaw common room trying to alleviate the pain of the burn in Woojin’s ice bucket (for his white wine, of course) while he shifted through his drawers to find the first aid kit you gave him a couple years ago.

“Do you remember when you got this for me?” he asked as soon as he pulled it out from the bottom drawer. You shook your head, too lightheaded and in too much pain to remember. He sat next to you and began to tell the old story while patching you up. “It was your third year working here, but my first day as CEO when I took over for my Dad. I got so many paper cuts from all the paperwork I had to read and sign and I got a massive headache afterwards and I just wanted to eat something because all I had that day was an iced americano. It was so late and by the time I was finished, it was maybe 7:00pm -”

“8:00 pm,” you corrected in between sniffles.

“Ah, so you do remember! At 8:00pm, you waltzed into my office wearing your comfiest clothes with a bag of take-out in one hand and the first aid kit with a million bandaids and Tylenol in the other. That night, you sat in my office and helped patch up my fingers, fed me lo mein, and helped me with the rest of the paperwork for two hours. I thought of you as my guardian angel since that day and vowed to myself that no matter what, you and I would stick by each other’s side and be the dynamic duo that we are forever. Oh, how the tables have turned tonight. Now I’m the one patching you up.”

Woojin had finished wrapping your palm at the end of his story. Something about his proclamation didn’t sit right with you. Something about staying here forever, clocking in massive amounts of overtime and being subservient to the same men sounded like your own personal hell.

“I can’t be your secretary forever, Mr. Kim.”

“I know,” he admitted. “But I don’t have to think about that for quite some time, right?”

“Maybe.”

“I hate change, you know.”

“I, more than anyone else, know that.”

Your handsome boss chuckled lightly at the heavy subject. His curly caramel hair covered his eyes as he looked down at your hand and traced small shapes on the bandaid. You knew that he knew you didn’t want to stay here forever, and he couldn’t blame you, but it didn’t make the thought of you leaving any less heartbreaking.

“Does it feel any better?”

“Much better,” you said truthfully as the cooling gel felt like a magical potion.

“This first aid kit is the only practical gift I’ve ever received. All others are for the aesthetic.”

“Do you prefer practical gifts, Mr. Kim?”

“Of course! The fuck am I going to do with a VVS diamond-encrusted chain?”

“Flex on all the other young CEOs?”

“And partake in their pissing contest? No, thank you.”

“You’re telling me you won’t be doing that this weekend at the Charity Ball?”

“When I have you next to me, I don’t need VVS diamonds,” Woojin grinned flirtatiously.

You hit his arm with your good hand and he flinched upon his correct prediction. “I am not an accessory!”

“Of course not! You are my beloved intelligent sidekick that all other big wigs tell me they wished they had! But when you look like that, it’s bonus points ~”

“Ugh, your kind are all the same!” you scoffed, trying to collect your things and storm out the door.

“It’s a compliment!” he teased. Woojin managed to chase after you and grab your things to carry to his car so he could drive you home for the 1106th time.

After a long and tiring rest of the week helping your boss do target practicing with the iron suit on, Saturday had arrived and now you had the honor of accompanying said-boss to a Big Dick contest disguised as a Charity Ball. The main event was for the sake of the children of course, but the real show was to see who was wearing what designer with what accessories and who pulled up in the fanciest sports car with the youngest and sexiest date in their arms. You were so, so lucky to be working for someone who liked to stay low key, despite always being the center of attention.

“Why are you so nervous?” Woojin teased, nudging your arm as you both walked up to the front doors of the venue. “This isn’t the first time you’ve played as my date.”

“I know, but it doesn’t get any easier,” you admitted, shyly covering yourself from the much-more revealing outfit now that it was tailored to fit.

“You and I look fine! Muted colors, minimal diamonds, low key attitudes - we’re perfect! No one will even notice we’re here.”

That was a complete lie, because the second you walked in, a swarm of gossip columnists and magazine writers circled around the two of you, bombarding you both with the same questions you were so used to.

“Mr. Kim, who are you wearing?”

“Mr. Kim, who’s your lovely date?”

“Mr. Kim, what’s the best way to lock in that your date will go home with you?”

Woojin raised his hand slightly and all that could be heard were the cameras clicking. God, the power he has…

“Dior, a close friend, and be so irresistible that they can’t say no.”

Without another word, he gently took your bandaged hand and led you out of the circle of gossipers who were silent in awe. With your free hand, you covered up your ugly laughing.

“You’re such a cornball!” you said in between a fit of giggles.

“An irresistible cornball, at least. Now, walk me through all these people again?”

Woojin was young and when it came to networking, he still had the mentality of being the CEO’s son rather than the CEO. That meant that Woojin didn’t care much in remembering other CEO’s names and relied on you to remind him of all the people he should have remembered three years ago. It was a consistent hour of introductions and small talk about future goals, collaborations, and golfing, all of which you were able to expertly tune out while sipping prosecco and snacking on caviar tarts. Years of experience thankfully made these events easier.

“Did you practice your speech for your donation?” you reminded Woojin after taking a seat at the prestigious Table 2. Since the company was one of the Charity Ball’s biggest sponsors, the CEOs were always invited to say some manufactured speech.

“Yeah. I even practiced it in the shower. Hopefully I get the charity organization correct this time.”

“It’s amazing how you even got this far.”

The Charity Ball should have been named See Who Can Donate the Most Money Ball because every speech given by a CEO of some company tried to out-do each other. Luckily, your company’s speeches were always last and your touch of humanity written on paper always had the audience in awe with the Woojin’s compassion. To pass the time, you and Woojin played rock-paper-scissors and whomever lost had to drink champagne. Let’s just say Woojin ended up having the infamous Asian Glow.

His face was still blushy by the time it was his turn and you almost felt bad because the pictures with the flash turned on probably wouldn’t be so flattering in the magazines, but that wouldn’t matter because he still looks like the most stunning man in the room. All eyes were on him as he made his speech, but he had his eyes on you. Probably because he would piss his pants if he saw how many people were looking at him. You gave him two thumbs up for encouragement.

“It is the greatest honor to be here and giving a speech for the third year in a row. Children are the source and future for a better world, and it is our duty to -”

You blanked out for most of it since you wrote it. It was hard to focus anyways when his eyes were so piercing, so you averted his gaze and counted the number of peppercorns on his unfinished steak. At an alarming fifty-three, you glanced around the gallery to see if anyone was actually paying attention. Many, if not all, of the guests around your age were paying attention with dreamy eyes and pouty lips, all wishing they were in your position tonight. Some even dared to make eye contact with you as if to say, ‘how DARE you NOT pay attention to the sexiest man alive!?’ The older, more powerful guests seemed genuinely interested in the amount Woojin was donating and the older dates seemed to care more about their reflection on the back of a spoon.

The fattest check with a bunch of zeros was walked onto the stage. A standing ovation was in order of course, and you conformed with the crowd, even though applause always made Woojin visibly uncomfortable.

“He throws a big, fat check to charity and yet he still doesn’t like the attention, huh?”

As the clapping died down and the noise faded into the smooth hum of the live piano and jazz music, you turned to face the owner of a familiar sly voice. The man that stood before you was the famous doctor slash art collector slash playboy who you’ve come to know after attending all of these flashy events.

You smiled slyly at the man. “If it isn’t GQ’s Bachelor of the Month, Dr. Park Seonghwa.”

The raven-haired man gave you his signature smirk. Then he took your hand and kissed it tenderly like the prince he is. “Lovely _____, pleasure to see you as always.”

“Have you been doing that to all the other guests you frequent at these events?”

“Of course not! Just the beautiful ones.”

You let out a loud scoff. “You and your way with words.”

“Are they enough to convince you to finally go out to dinner with me?”

“Not quite.”

Seonghwa sighed tiredly and dropped his head as if this was the first time you’ve rejected him. Guess every time felt like the first time. The handsome raven held his hand out to you. “If not dinner, how about a dance?”

Hesitantly, you searched for your boss like you were trying to sneak away from a parent. He was busy shaking hands and catching up with The Important People’s Club, so you didn’t think one dance would hurt, though once you feed a dog a treat, he’ll be begging for more forever.

You took his hand. “One dance.”

“Five.”

“One.”

“Three?”

“Dr. Park!”

“What!? Ok, fine, one dance, unless you’re really feeling it and then we’ll dance some more.”

“Maybe in another lifetime, Dr. Park.”

The young doctor led you to the dance floor before you could object further. For someone not-so-smooth with pick-up lines, he was definitely smooth with his moves. With one gentle hand on your waist and the other holding your hand, you two glide around the white tiles like the Royalty of the ball, and truly, for a few moments, it really felt like you were the star of this fairy tale.

Seonghwa let out a tired sigh. “Intelligent, beautiful, loyal, and good at dancing? How are you so good at everything?”

“Stop that.”

“I mean it! Yet no man swept you off your feet.”

“Just because I won’t say yes to you, doesn’t mean I’m not waiting for that special someone.”

Seonghwa held your hand up high and made you do a little twirl. “You might be waiting for a while, beautiful.”

“Why do you say that?”

“With Mr. Woojin by your side twenty-five hours eight days a week, there is no man that has the courage to come in between such a strong relationship.”

“Even you?” you challenged.

“Even I. Unless you want me to -”

“Nope.”

“Ice cold heart as always…”

Song number one melted into song number two and it passed you both as you continued to discuss the hot topic of why you’re still single. It’s a conversation topic that you thought was reserved for nosy family members for you to brush off, but coming from another man who has begged for your number since you both met really put your love life into perspective. Perhaps you were too loyal to your boss…

While engulfed in the heated debate, Woojin was desperately searching for his right hand where he thought you’d be - either at your seat or by the bar, but you were at neither. After receiving his order from the bar, he let the expensive gold liquid over ice flooded through his bloodstream, which led him to a group of gawking gossipers whining and gazing at the dance floor. What was all the hype about?

The sight of you in the arms of the world’s most arrogant doctor didn’t sit too well with him. The scene made him see green.

“You’re such a liar!” Woojin heard you laugh aloud. “I did NOT give you so-called bedroom eyes at Yuta’s house warming!”

“You’re telling me you weren’t eyeing me up and down like a barbecued piece of pork belly dipped in sesame oil?”

“That’s because you had sesame oil on your white shirt!”

“Excuses, excuses.”

Woojin took another sip of his golden drink before putting it down haphazardly and waltzing towards the dancing couple. To onlookers, this scene looked like it was straight out of those cheesy love triangle dramas. The gossipy gals wondered - would Woojin punch Seonghwa? Would he grab your hand harshly and drag you away to scold you and tell you how much he cared about you? Would he kiss you!?

You saw your uncharacteristically stern-looking boss approaching, and even though you’re unsure of his intentions, you still smiled brightly, as you always did whenever you saw him. Woojin lightened his heavy, angry steps. Even with another man by your side, you still looked at him. How could he be mad at you?

“Hello, Mr. Woojin,” Seonghwa greeted, holding out a hand for him to shake. You knew your boss wasn’t the biggest fan of Seonghwa, but he politely returned the gesture anyways. Somehow you felt your heart beating in your throat - the tension on the dance floor was too high, too powerful, and you were but an awkward and nervous secretary standing on the side while two powerful men duked it out.

“Dr. Seonghwa, nice to see you again.” Woojin was good at lying, but his lies never passed you. The amount of discomfort knitted in his eyebrows almost made you snicker. “Long nights at the hospital still?”

“As always, but at least it’s rewarding and enjoyable. How are your long nights at the office?”

“Can’t get enough of them, right, _____?”

“What? You’re still doing that much overtime?” Seonghwa asked worriedly. Now, was he worried because you were overworking yourself or was he worried because you were spending so much time with a man that wasn’t him?

You shrugged unapologetically. “I love that overtime pay.”

“_____, that’s not good for your health -”

“I tell them that all the time,” Woojin interrupted defensively. He was always like this whenever anyone questioned the amount of work you had. To you, it was not much of a burden at all, but to anyone else, they couldn’t fathom your work hours but if they saw your paycheck, maybe they’d understand. Even your boss felt bad whenever your friends blamed him, but no matter how much he tried to convince you of a normal 40-hour work week, the duties of being his secretary never added up to just that. Therefore, your boss always felt the need to defend you and him for the sake of making sure you weren’t portrayed as his slave. “But you’re just so stubborn, aren’t you?”

“Only because it’s you, Mr. Kim,” you said like you’re reading a script. Somehow that doesn’t translate through the ears of the two powerful men in front of you, as your boss smiled triumphantly and Seonghwa couldn’t help but shake his head.

“If you ever want to take me up on that date, Lovely _____, you know who to call.” The most handsome man who’s ever flirted with you took your hand gently and planted a sweet, soft kiss that sent little tingles all up your arm. You don’t think you’ll ever reciprocate his feelings, but the feeling of being desired and wanted by a man really kicked up your ego and really made you think - when was the last time you ever liked someone, or someone ever liked you?

Park Seonghwa disappeared into the crowd and perhaps left the Charity Ball all together. Until next time.

Your boss turned to face you, whose stern face quickly melted into innocence as he knew what was coming by the look on your annoyed expression. “What?”

“What was that all about?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You shook your head and mumbled under your breath, “Ugh, you are unbelievable, Mr. Kim.”

As you tried to escape, the desperate man caught your hand. “Wait, where are you going?”

“Away from you for just five minutes, can you let me do that?” you snapped in a hushed volume. “Or do you need to watch over me and speak on my behalf, since you’re my Father apparently!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to act like that.”

“You say that every time, especially when I’m talking to another man and even more-so when I’m talking to Dr. Park. When will your sorries mean something?”

“You know I get protective over you.”

“Again, you are not my Father!”

“I know, but -”

All of the attention that was once focused on the handsome CEO and his secretary shifted to the glass ceiling that was now shattered to pieces upon the force of some dozens of masked strangers dressed in all black. Woojin instinctively, though harshly, forced you down so he could hover over you so none of the glass hit you. What followed seemed to be too numbing, as all of the stimuli in the banquet hall was too much to handle.

“Get down,” Woojin instructed while pushing you under one of the tables. “Don’t move until I come back.”

“Wait, but where are you -”

“I’ll be back in ten minutes!”

“Mr. Kim!”

Of course, he didn’t listen, as Mr. Kim always did what he wanted, right? Which would normally annoy the fuck out of you, but who has the time to panic about what your boss was up to when you’re stranded under the table and shrouded by cheap table cloth linen?

Since those people had invaded and fallen from the sky, you noticed that no gunshots or any sort of violence outside of melee were heard. No purpose of the attack is even known yet, but the signs were promising, until the famous alarm was heard throughout the whole town.

“Threat level: Dragon. Please stay inside until all threats have been cleared. Threat level: Dragon. Please stay inside until -”

“Ah, yes, the richest of the rich gather here today to donate the smallest percentage of their some billions of dollars to charity,” a booming voice tisked through a microphone. “Do you feel good about your good deed of the year? Are you proud of yourselves?”

For some unknown reason, the voice paused, as if waiting for an answer or a reaction from the people. Nothing was heard besides shrill screaming and crying, which was probably what the wannabe-vigilante wanted. For the first time, you peaked through the slits of the table cloth. At the stage where Woojin gave his speech was a now-broken stage with the foot of a giant robot through it. It was a very top-heavy robot that looked like it had a large cavity in its belly, whose odd shape probably served some weird purpose unknown to everyone.

“Perhaps you’ll be proud of your donations for once when we capture you all and milk you of your every last penny!” The man laughed evilly at the head of the robot. “Down with the rich!”

“Down with the rich!” his people cheered in unison.

The oddly political turn of events made the scene less jarring - it seemed like an over-exaggeration of townspeople coming together to fight for higher taxing of the rich. Then you were reminded of the Dragon-level threat by how the minions loaded up the richies with a gun pointed to their heads and the complex mechanism that loaded them up to the belly of the robot. Somewhere among the mass of people you saw Seonghwa in between another surgeon and a senior engineer at Tesla before he disappeared behind the walls of metal.

“Hey, I found another one!” someone yelled close by. “Under Table 2!”

Shit. “Fuck.”

Perhaps all those years of advance self defense classes that Woojin’s father enrolled you in would come to good use this time.

By your glamorously-strapped heel, one of the masked men dragged you out from under the table. There was no use in struggling, and the man seemed quite satisfied with how you complied.

“Let’s go, darling.”

With your free foot, you dug the pointy end of the studded heel into his groin. Luckily, you can only ever imagine how painful something like that could feel. He was in so much pain that he doubled over and let go of your foot, leaving you to flee to God-knows-where after you stole his police baton.

“Don’t fucking call me darling,” you spat as a farewell.

There were too many men in between you and the emergency exit, so you had to fight your way through like in those cheesy American action movies. A bunch of kicks in the groin here and a couple baton to the knee caps there were enough to get you by half way, but then they started double-teaming on you. Of course, this was much harder, but Senior Mr. Kim didn’t give you the best sensei in the damn nation for no reason. You felt invincible even after defeating multiple double teams, but it was the triple teaming that got you stuck. You can only kick and baton so many groins at one time until two men held each of your arms and the other stole the baton.

While struggling to break free, you managed to knee the one in front of you in the chin, causing him to cut his lip with blood dripping on his cheap leather shoes. After realizing what had happened, he punched you in the cheek as punishment. Was that a bone you heard cracking?

“Try me again, bitch,” he seethed.

Out of nowhere, your knight in Iron armor landed before the one who punched you and returned the favor, sending his body through so many walls of this building that you worried about the foundation and how long you had before it collapsed.

Woojin’s red and gold helmet swung sharply and the empty eyes were staring into the souls of your captors while at the same time not.

“Who’s next?” Woojin threatened with his super cool and inaccurately deep robotic voice.

Both men fled the scene as quickly as possible, losing their grip and throwing you to the floor. The penny taste finally registered in your brain that yes, you were definitely coughing and spitting out blood.

The cold metal of Iron Man’s hand helped you to your feet while the other cupped your quickly-bruising cheek gently. The underlying tenderness of your boss’s touch somehow healed all pain, or perhaps it was the cooling iron. Gestures like these were so foreign that you almost forgot it was your boss behind the mask and not some handsome stranger who was ready to sweep you off your feet. It was instances like these where you wished the latter was real.

“Are you ok?” he asked gingerly.

“I’m fine,” you promised. “Go save your investors.”

A light chuckle came from Iron Man. “My driver’s already waiting outside. Are you able to run?”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“C’mon, _____, now’s not the time -”

“Do not argue with me until you save everyone, Mr. Kim.”

Woojin shook his head tiredly. He knew there was no use arguing with his headstrong secretary. “You’re so stubborn. Just promise you won’t get into any trouble this time.”

“No.”

“I’m cuttin’ down on your work hours!” he yelled, blasting off to fight the giant robot thing so he wouldn’t have to hear you argue back again.

You were left with a couple of masked minions who still had the balls to attack and capture you as if you were worth more than your surprisingly above-average five-figure salary. Your copper saliva mixed with your boss trusting you enough to not die in the middle of a Dragon-level threat really pumped the adrenaline through your veins, so as one man sprinted to attack, you managed to dodge it and kick him in the throat before he could try something else. The other guy tried to sneak up behind you, but you were quicker, swinging the baton hard enough to the head to knock him out cold. The power you felt coursing through your body left you on a major high. Where were all the other minions? No way was that all…

In the middle of the banquet hall was the face-off of the century, rivaling any and all story lines from DC and Marvel combined. A tiny seven-foot-something intricately crafted and painted sheet of metal was about to fight a giant several-stories tall and several-dozen-tons heavy hunk of junk with dozens of guests they managed to scoop inside. Now how was Mr. Kim going to save the day this time?

“Kim Woojin, the man of the night,” the man controlling the ship scoffed. “You will look like my childhood favorite action figure once I stuff you in a glass box in my office! A prized treasure is what you’ll be. How does that sound?”

“Sounds kinky.” You could just sense the smirk behind his mask. “Then what will you do to me?”

“Milk you of all your assets, of course! Liquidation of its truest definition! The redistribution of wealth will come easy to the people, especially with your earnings in the mix!”

“Fine, take my money. But let these people go.”

“Absolutely not! I need all the money I can get! How do you expect me to change the distribution of wealth of the entire world with just one CEO’s salary!? Mr. Kim, I thought you knew that, silly.”

“Ok, fine. You take all of our money and then what?”

“Well, kill you, of course.”

A chorus of gasps and crying were heard from the belly of the machine.

The philosophical man continued. “People like you are the very reason there is a large pay gap. You sit on your ass drinking cocktails and eating caviar and you donate to some profiting charity only a tiny percentage of what you make while all the good hard-working people are the ones bringing the big bucks into your bank account! And what do they get? Small paychecks and four hours of sleep!”

Yeah, this guy was bad, but he had his points, so you’ll cheers to that, am I right?

“Well, then where will you get your money after that? Hm?” The captain stayed silent. “Where will you get more money to sustain this utopia? Certainly not from the hard-working people who have no experience leading or handling such a huge sum of money. And certainly not from you, right? Ha! With your five-figure salary paychecks that barely get the bills paid on time.”

A heavy arm swung to try and snatch up your boss. Though the arm was so large and heavy, Woojin barely managed to escape his grasp. By the silence of the once-chatty leader of the pack, you could tell that he was bothered by the words spat by the youngest CEO in the room. How dare Woojin mock his hard-earned pay when his earnings were given to him on a VVS diamond-encrusted platter!? There were a couple of times where he landed a couple of hits on your boss and you should feel worried, but you couldn’t help but think he deserved it. You hated to be on the enemy’s side, but you, too, were one of those five-figure salary paycheck owners that are barely scraping by with their bills. And of course you were all for the redistribution of wealth, but this guy definitely went a little too far…

You would think that the sheer size of this oddly-shaped hunk of metal wouldn’t be able to move so fast, but it managed to capture Woojin by digging its claw to the wall and sandwiching Woojin in between. He couldn’t even wiggle his way out between gaps because the THING was pressing too hard against the wall. Woojin could feel the metal bending from inside.

“People like you will never understand the worth of the dollar,” the captain seethed. “Not when stacks come to you in baskets sewn with gold and jewels commissioned by your Daddy. People like you, and everyone captured, need to be humbled a little. Maybe you all can learn a little something from the working class.”

“Then we die, is that right?”

“Of course! But at least you’ll die a hard-working man, Mr. Kim.”

“I will. But I’ll die a hard-working man with billions in my grave before I let you take a penny!”

The blue beam of light that you once cursed for burning a half circle on your palm you were now thankful for, as that beam of light shot your boss up in the air and freed him, taking a few fingers off of the hunk of metal with him. A couple more shots of incinerator beams later, and both arms of the robot had been severed and half disintegrated. Woojin kicked the glass where the leader sat and pulled out the defenseless lump of flesh that spoke the harsh truth about the wealthy. The leader was a young man who was not much older than either you or your boss, who didn’t look afraid in the slightest. Perhaps he expected, or even wanted, to go out this way - fighting for what he believed in.

The police, who had been waiting outside for all the ruckus to die down, came in and cuffed the leader and a few of his minions who cowardly hid under the tables. Woojin helped all of his investors safely come out and among the crowd you saw Seonghwa, safe and sound.

You thought after a traumatic attack that now was not the time and place to reveal who Iron Man was or even associate yourself with him, so you tried to mix in with the crowd and book it to the driver like he asked you to do before. But of course your flaunty boss wanted to do the exact opposite.

“_____, wait!”

No, no, no, no, no, what the hell! Really!? Right now!? was how Woojin read your expression as he walked to you with the suit on. When the seven-foot something Iron Man stopped before you, the face of his helmet slid open to reveal an out-of-breath Woojin. The entire banquet hall echoed with gasps.

“Are you ok? You’re not hurt, are you? Your bruise is getting worse!”

You could not feel anything on the left half of your face besides intense pain and somehow numbness at the same time and your limbs felt like jello and over-kneaded dough. But you couldn’t let your boss worry about you - he needs to take care of more important people right now. You’ll be fine come tomorrow once you sleep on a frozen bag of peas.

“I’m fine, I promise,” you said convincingly. “Looks like you have an impromptu press conference to deal with.”

To Woojin’s dismay, all of the cameras and press and the phones of his business friends captured his face inside the Iron suit next to his famous secretary that all his business friends wished they had. He knew you hated press conferences because even though you never said anything, you were always by his side and that meant the cameras were pointed at you also.

“I can deal with them. Go to the car and go home.”

“I can stay with you.”

“I won’t allow it. You need to go home and ice your face.”

“I said I -”

“I said go.”

Woojin never raised his voice at you ever because he never had a reason to. You were always hard-working and loyal and you always did everything correctly and did it with his best interest in mind. He’ll allow small things that might be detrimental to your health, like all the over time you loved to have and the unhealthy amounts of coffee you drown yourself in. But when the arm that’s supporting your body weight was shaking, your left cheek was the color of aubergine, and you had blood splatters on different parts of your body, that’s when he had to draw the line. Worry was knitted into his brows and his lips were a flat line and you only ever saw his face like this whenever he talked with his father. It was terrifying to see him almost mad at you and it made your heart sink a little that you did something wrong.

He softened his expression upon seeing your glossy eyes. “Take Monday off to rest. I’ll see you on Tuesday, ok?”

“But -”

“I’ll pay you for your time off, so don’t worry about the money. I just want you to rest. Can you do that for me?” You could only nod. “Thank you. Go home - I’ll text you when I’m done cleaning up tonight.”

Woojin plastered on his happy television face and returned to the fawning crowd and overly-thankful investors. You were blinded by the flashing camera lights and that was your cue that you didn’t belong there anymore.

The trot music-loving driver hummed the whole way home while driving on auto-pilot, as he had memorized the path to your apartment long ago. Sitting in the back seat covered head-to-toe in the finest satin wasn’t as luxurious when you were alone as opposed to having your equally-luxurious boss next to you. You imagined what it’d be like if a giant robot didn’t crash the party this evening: you’d probably yell at him more about how you needed space and that he was overreacting with the whole Seonghwa deal; then he might try to bribe you with food or dessert so that you’d stop pouting like a child (and you’d totally cave in); and finally, he’d walk you up to your doorstep begging to come inside once more and you’d deny his entry, only for him to leave you with a comment about how you were the most stunning person at the ball tonight.

In short, as much as you hated to admit it, the ride home was lonely. Can you believe that? Your short time alone away from your boss was fucking lonely. Not peaceful, not relaxing, not mind-clearing, but totally and completely lonely. So much so that your heart ached a little, and to put these feelings in the simplest terms, it was because you were so used to being by his side that the emptiness to the seat next to you mimicked an unfamiliar cavity in your heart. It’s a painful feeling, really, because that meant leaving this job would be much harder than you hoped.

As if he planted a tracking device in your phone, Woojin texted you upon locking the front door to your place.

The Money Man [01:03 am]: did you make it home ok?

An involuntary smile spread across your lips.

You [01:04 am]: just got home. are you stalking me?

The Money Man [01:04 am]: you didn’t think the phone i gave you was completely harmless and bugless, did you? ;)

You [01:05 am]: i should have known better. how’s the impromptu press conference? are people surprised that it’s you?

The Money Man [01:07am]: they are, but at the same time it’s not. ppl keep asking me questions and won’t let me take the suit off, can you believe that!? it’s hot as balls in this thing!!

The Money Man [01:07am]: shit, gotta go - gotta somehow convince these idiots this is definitely NOT something to invest in.

You [01:08am]: text when you’re home.

The Money Man [01:08am]: yes, darling.

‘Darling’ has a nice ring to it.

Having Sunday all to yourself was normal and you did what you always did every weekend: cleaned your place, took your time making a nice meal, organizing all of your work papers, and ended the night with a hot shower and an ice pack to your cheek. Monday, on the other hand was a disaster. You were so bored! Your fingers were itching to scribble down your boss’s agenda and you were so tempted to log into your work laptop, but you knew Woojin would chew your ear off for not listening to him and resting as you should. It wasn’t your fault that you were a work-a-holic!

After looking in the mirror and hating the way your face looked for the fiftieth time, it was time to accept that the bruise wouldn’t disappear for at least a couple more weeks. Sunday was at its ugliest, where the center of your cheek was a deep purple and there was this off-colored halo around the perimeter. Now, the swelling went down and it wasn’t as purple or painful, but still equally ugly no matter how you looked at it or tried to cover it up.

After a lonely and boring Monday afternoon, your doorbell rang around 5:00pm. You weren’t expecting any visitors or deliverymen, so upon peaking through your viewfinder, you were surprised to see your boss on the other side.

“What are you doing here?” you asked surprised.

Woojin was glad you didn’t seem disgusted by his presence since he was the one who told you to take the day off and you must be tired of seeing his face by now. He whipped out an oily bag from behind his back with a child-like grin on his face. It was an unusual sight to see a man dressed in a several thousand dollar business suit carrying a twenty dollar bag of dinner.

“You and I have some business to discuss.”

“Hold on, let me get this straight - you tell me to take the day off, rest up, ice my bloodshot cheek only for you to come into my home and say I need to work?”

“Yup,” he claimed unapologetically, squeezing past you to get through.

“Yes, please come in, Your Highness,” you rolled your eyes, though he was already setting up at your dinner table.

“Your home is nice. Why are you always so embarrassed whenever I try to come in?”

“I mean, look at it. It’s nowhere near as nice as your home.”

“It’s as more of a home than my place will ever be, no matter how many velvet cushions and arcade games I ask you to buy for the place.” Woojin whipped out two bottles of beer, his favorite chaser to wash down the oiliness of the fried chicken, and poured them into glasses. “How’s your cheek?”

“By the look on your face, I guess not so good?”

He adjusted his twisted expression upon your teasing. Blood and bruises were never his thing, so any variation of the sort just looked bad in general. “It just looks so painful… Have you been icing it like I asked?”

“I have, and it’s not as painful as it looks!”

“Oh, yeah?”

Woojin challenged your claim by standing in front of you and lowering his head to see you at eye-level. His face was way too close to be considered appropriate for CEO and Secretary relationship behavior, though you knew he never cared for those formalities. His eyes were always so sparkly per usual and that gave him that dreamy stare all the ladies in the office loved. You never saw the appeal to it until now, with only a few centimeters in between.

He poked your bruised-like-an-apple cheek.

“Ow, what the hell!” you screamed, swatting his hand away.

“Not as painful as it looks, my ass.”

“Well, people don’t go around poking my cheek all day!”

“Do you need pain killers? My doctor can write you a prescription for the best one on AND off market.”

“That’s ok, I only trust Dr. Seonghwa.”

Woojin gave you the same look he gave a former intern who got his breakfast and coffee order incorrect. Let’s just say the intern started crying on the spot. You, on the other hand, could barely hold in your snicker from his death glare. You were never on the receiving end of the infamous death glare and now that you were, it was hard to take it seriously.

“Ha ha,” Woojin fake laughed. “Not funny.”

“What exactly do you have against him, anyways? It’s surprising that you’re threatened by the likes of a doctor and not some other hot shot software company CEO.”

“I don’t have anything against him.”

“You’re such a liar!” you scoffed, taking a swig of the ice-cold beer. “If you didn’t have a problem with him, you wouldn’t have acted so defensive at the charity ball.”

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” he said shamelessly. A vigorous bite of a chicken leg came afterwards. “He looks at you like how I look at chicken legs.”

“Well, maybe I like the way he looks at me.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Stop doing that.”

“You deserve it for acting like my Dad that night.”

“I said I was sorry! I even bought you dinner and cold beer to make up for it!”

“Oh, so this is not because you said that me and you have some business to discuss?”

“Well, that, too.” Woojin wiped his greasy fingers on his silk handkerchief that he kept on the inside of his breast pocket before whipping out his phone to show you multiple news articles on the night of the charity ball. “Watch these videos.”

Almost all of them were exposing your boss who was behind the genius that is Iron Man, but what preceded the reveals were clips of you kicking major ass. The sources came from both paparazzi and the security tapes at multiple angles and it was hard to hide the fact that it was you as all angles captured your facial features quite clearly. Headlines and whole articles talked about how the mighty CEO and his secretary were the perfect unstoppable duo and they weren’t wrong - you kicking ass in a sexy outfit with a man of iron handling the big guy? Definitely a story worth selling.

Your brows furrowed worriedly because you had no idea how Woojin felt. “Are you mad…?

“Mad?” Woojin paused the current video and placed his phone face-down on the table so he could focus on his good chicken and better company. “Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know! What’s the point in showing me these videos?”

“To show you how bad ass you look! Where did you even learn these moves!?”

“For some reason, your father thought being a secretary was dangerous enough that he decided to enroll me in some classes. I actually really liked it a lot, so I kept at it and I guess I got to a pretty advanced level.”

“Pretty advanced is definitely a misnomer, love. Well, it’s good to hear that Father has made one good decision in his reign.”

“Is this the business you wanted to speak about?” you asked shyly, hoping that the beer was a good enough excuse for your blushing cheeks. You’ll never get used to Woojin praising you.

“Sort of. I have a proposition for you.”

“What, that you want me to be your sidekick?” you scoffed. When Woojin remained silent with only the same sly smirk on his lips, you could see your worst fears coming true. “Oh, God, you’re not serious.”

“I am one hundred percent serious.”

“Are you out of your damn mind!? I am not sidekick material!”

“You totally are! You and I are already the perfect duo! Why not take it up a notch!?”

“No, Mr. Kim, I cannot be your sidekick again, but in a different form and outfit!”

“Why not!? It’s not like I’m not going to pay you for it.”

“The pay is not the problem. The pay is never the problem. It’s…”

How do you put that the pressure of keeping the entire country safe and being by his side twenty-four/seven sounded like your own personal purgatory that you could never escape for as long as you lived, or until you died by the hands of some Demon-level threat monster?

“It’s a huge commitment, I know,” Woojin admitted. “Too huge to even put a price on it. But can you at least consider it? I can’t imagine anyone else by my side except you.”

Now only if a man who wasn’t your boss said that to you without any underlying superhero context, you might have considered the proposal.

“Mr. Kim, I can’t…”

You hesitated getting the right words out, but Woojin knew why. You’ve been bringing up how you couldn’t stay his secretary forever, and although he knew this was true, he couldn’t help but try to keep you anyways. You’ve been loyal to him for so long that he often forgot how to treat you like a friend and not his subordinate. But the thought of you leaving? Soon, at that? It was something he didn’t want to think about just yet. He wanted to keep you by his side for as long as he could.

Woojin downed the last of his beer before whipping out his phone again. This time a slow song played over the speakers. He stood up and offered you a hand.

You raised a brow. “What are you…?”

“You and I never got to dance on Saturday. So dance with me.”

“Here? Right now? In my small ass apartment?”

“The next charity ball isn’t for another month and I don’t think I can wait that long.”

His impatience was just shy of flattering - if only you weren’t so afraid of being within close proximity to him. It was one thing when he helped ease the burn on your hand, it was another when he touched your cheek while inside his iron suit, but the two of you alone dancing in the middle of your living room was a whole other level of intimacy that needed to be hidden from human resources,

You took his hand and he led you to the living room. One hand on your waist and another holding the one with the scabbing half-circle. The two of you swayed in silent contentment for several songs. It was a comfortable silence, but there’s some hidden sadness to it that you couldn’t explain - something along the lines of him missing you dearly, despite you being right in front of him, and you missed him dearly, too. So much that your nerves made you squeeze his hand harder, asking him to not let go of you for a long time.

Then your boss pulled you in close enough that it felt like he was hugging you.

“S-Sir?” you stuttered nervously.

“Thank you,” he began. “For always being there.”

“Well, that’s my job,” you snickered.

“Not just as my secretary, but as my friend.”

“You think of me as your friend?”

“I do. Don’t tell Vice President Chan this, but I consider you one of my closest friends.”

“You’re quite soft, aren’t you?” It took a moment to register that he was definitely not joking. The tension in your shoulders diminished and you were able to relax in front of the equally-vulnerable man. “I consider you one of my closest friends, too.”

“Really?”

“By association though. After all these years being by your side, it’s only natural that I came to like you.”

“I like you, too,” he chuckled, tucking some hairs behind your ear. “A little too much, at that.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“In another lifetime, I feel like you and I would be soulmates.”

“You don’t think we would be in this lifetime?”

Were you hoping to be? “Perhaps. By association though, right?”

You didn’t want to press more about any underlying meaning to his statements, so instead you looked down embarrassed. In another lifetime, in this lifetime, in multiple lifetimes, Woojin thought you and him would be each other’s soulmate no matter what, because a lifetime with you sounded perfect.

A thumb gently ran over the perimeter of your cheek bruise and it tickled rather than burned, so that was a good sign that it was healing. A loud tisk came from your boss.

“God, do I really put you through this much pain!?” he cried aloud.

“Huh? You didn’t cause this - those dumbass followers did!”

“I guess, but I was the one who brought you to that event! And what about the scar on your hand, huh? I definitely caused that one.”

“Well, yeah, but -”

“That’s it, I can’t be hurting you like this anymore. I can’t be putting you through all of this danger like you’re my bodyguard. I have to let you go.”

You knew he was joking when he couldn’t hold in his cheeky smile. “That is not probable cause to fire me, Mr. Kim.”

“Really? Dammit.”

“No matter how many times I get hurt, you can’t get rid of me that easily, ok? I go out on my own terms!”

“So strong willed… I almost hate it.” Woojin sighed exaggeratedly before pulling you in for a real hug this time. His arms squeezed your waist tightly, letting you know that he didn’t want to let you go even if he tried. “Just make sure to give me a two weeks notice, all right?”

“Anything for you, boss.”

“I’m going to miss hearing that from you the most when you leave.”

You hit his chest lightly, but he caught your hand and held it for a few moments before leading you back to your kitchen to finish up dinner. The rest of the night wasn’t you and your boss - it was you and your closest friend enjoying dinner and some ice cream you had in your freezer.

In another lifetime, huh? Too bad you were stuck in this one.

Work has mellowed out in terms of paperwork and actually work and has instead transitioned into more press conferences and meetings with government officials regarding Iron Man. In theory, the meetings sounded cool, but you wouldn’t know for sure, as your boss decided to take one of the newer girls as his assistant for these meetings.

The first time he denied your company, you were only a little confused, but it soon passed when he said there was a lot of paperwork he only trusted you to complete on his behalf. But when he would bring her to every event - whether it was out of habit or on purpose - for an entire month, and her only, it really made your blood boil.

No, you weren’t jealous…! You weren’t jealous he was hanging out with someone younger and prettier and more his type! Definitely not! You were upset that your boss, whom you called one of your closest friends in a time of vulnerability, was already replacing you before you could put your two weeks in! And you knew this to be true when he denied your invitation to get lunch and instead you found him in the cafeteria laughing and flirting with the new girl at the table you and him would always sit at.

For a whole month, without even knowing it, you were slowly getting left behind and replaced for someone better - someone who would actually heed his every word and never argue. Someone who would keep their mouth shut for once. Someone who wouldn’t mind taking order from him forever.

It had been a month since you were living in this limbo, and tonight, the night of the Animal Cruelty Charity Ball to which Iron Man would be making a guest appearance, was when you knew he no longer needed you.

“You’re taking Ryujin…?” you repeated, as you couldn’t believe your ears.

“Yes, so you can go home early if you want,” Woojin said as he fixed his bow tie in the giant mirror in his office. He then turned to present to you with an ignorant grin. “How do I look?”

“Why are you taking her?”

“She’s been working hard this past month, so I thought I’d reward her with tonight and have her practice some networking skills.”

“How generous of you,” you mumbled bitterly to yourself.

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

“Can you help me put on this chain necklace thing? The clasp is so damn tiny…”

Reluctantly, you helped clasp the silver jewelry. While you thought your boss was heavily admiring himself in the mirror, he instead was focused on you and how your face was uncharacteristically stern.

“Are you ok?” he asked sincerely. He pressed a firm hand to your forehead. “Are you sick?”

You harshly swatted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

He shrugged it off, thinking that you probably had a bad week with all of the boring work he’s been having you deal with. A lot of weird and unsettling energy was pent up inside of you for the past month, so before you exited Woojin’s office for the weekend, for some reason you thought this was the appropriate time to speak on it.

“Actually, I’m not fine,” you blurted out. Woojin gave you his full attention for the first time that month. “I… I’m putting in my two weeks.”

His eyes went wide. “What?”

“I’m giving you my two weeks notice.”

“Do you have a job lined up?”

“No, but I will figure that out later.”

“You don’t have another job lined up but you want to quit? Where is this coming from?”

He didn’t sound angry. He wasn’t - he was more hurt than anything else that you wanted to leave without a proper explanation. He thought you and him were doing well… What changed so suddenly?

“I can’t do this anymore,” Woojin noted how your voice was shaking. “I was fine when you had me staying ungodly hours, I was fine when you had me get you coffee every morning and your dry cleaning every Monday, and I was fine when you involved with the Iron Man project, but now all you’ve given me lately is paperwork and shit that the new hires should be doing and not myself!”

“_____, language -”

“And why is that? Why do I feel like I’m starting to get left behind already, or-or why do I feel like you don’t appreciate anything I do!? It’s clear to me that you’ve already begun to replace me, so what’s the use of me staying here when you don’t want me anymore?”

Woojin was silent. You couldn’t tell if he was angry or sad or surprised at your sudden outburst. The tension in the room was suffocating and his silence even more so, like this was his ideal form of psychological torture. Woojin didn’t seem to care for your feelings anymore as he turned back to face the mirror.

“Your two weeks has been noted,” was all he said.

You left the room in tears, with your blood still boiling and your heart crushed. But this was a good thing. In the end, this would be a good thing, is what you were trying to tell yourself, because this lifetime wouldn’t let you be with Woojin.

Another month passed by and you were left in a worse limbo than you began with a month and a half ago. No one was contacting you about any job offers so you were left to ‘self-reflect’ or some bullshit this self-help book told you to do for the past two weeks. Luckily, all the overtime you put into your savings account had vastly accumulated into an unthinkable sum that would support you far beyond whatever the government noted as a proper unemployment time. Like, you didn’t even know what to do with the money sometimes - thank Woojin for time-and-a-half, huh?

On days where you couldn’t help yourself - when you felt like torturing yourself - you would look up Woojin on all the tabloid sites. Surprisingly enough, this happened way more than you’d like. Of course, as you speculated, Ryujin had quickly taken your spot as his secretary and God, did you like to shit on how terrible she was! You didn’t have to be at the office to know that Woojin must be frustrated with her by the crookedness of his ties and jackets and how she must have forgotten to schedule a salon appointment by the look of his roots and unruly brows.

Ha! That’s what he fucking gets for not being grateful! That dick!

What a shame your relationship with him had come to. To spend what felt like an entire lifetime with him to being complete strangers, it was like you were reborn into this new and fresh carefree person. So carefree that you hummed on the way home with a bag full of fresh produce from the local market.

Perhaps you should have been less carefree, as a stranger snuck up behind you and knocked you out cold.

“Ryujin, where’s my document-signing pen?”

“Um, in your drawer?”

“Which drawer?”

“The one with all the other pens…?”

Woojin sighed loudly, running a hand through his curly locks and staring intently at the mess of papers that scattered on his desk. His desk hadn’t been this messy since the first day he started when he had to sign all of those official documents that transitioned him to CEO. The same day when he fell for you.

Ryujin, who was nothing close to a secretary compared to you, was only getting on his nerves these days. Perhaps yes, he’s been a little too harsh on someone who’s still fairly new, but in truth he just didn’t have a way to express his frustration about you leaving all of a sudden. Where had he gone wrong?

“Take the rest of the night off,” he told his subordinate.

The poor girl bowed obediently and scurried out the room.

Another sign left the young man’s lips. This time it was because he was tired. He couldn’t deal with anymore bullshit tonight.

An anonymous FaceTime call rang his phone. Who could be wanting to FaceTime him at such an odd hour of the weeknight?

When he swiped to answer, all he saw was you tied up roughly to a splintered chair with tape covering your mouth. Woojin nearly dropped his phone.

“Good evening, Mr. Kim,” a familiar voice sang. From the shadows behind you emerged the fake vigilante that led the invasion of the Charity Ball. “I see that you’re doing well.”

“What do you want?” he demanded quietly.

“I think you know what I want.” A shiny knife drew a line across the other cheek, small drops of blood seeping through and mixing with the dried tears and dirt. Woojin’s heart felt like it was collapsing. “A blank check addressed to little ol’ me.”

“If I see another scar on them, I’ll kill you,” he threatened.

The man held his hands up high in defensive mode and took a step away from you. “Fine, I won’t touch them! Just give me what we want near the docs.”

“I’m on my way.”

“Oh, and one more thing - come dressed in Iron Man and I’ll slice their throat. Bye!”

The line cut dead and Woojin had no choice but to leave empty-handed with only a blank check in his pocket.

The air inside the enclosed cargo bed was hot and suffocating and your rising panic did not ease your pain or heavy breathing one bit. It didn’t help that the guy and his minions were playing with your hair and playing with their knives, draggin the dull edges on your arms and neck. Normally, you wouldn’t be so weak and crying to the point that the tape around your mouth was loosening up, but life these days was tough and perhaps an event like this, causing Woojin major inconvenience once again, was what you deserved.

Scurrying and uneven footsteps were heard from outside and you really, really hoped it was Woojin not dressed in Iron Man.

“Here already? He must like you,” the leader teased.

The back of the cargo bed opened up to reveal that the sun had fallen a long time ago and the light of the moon outlined your plain and simple hero. He didn’t give the leader a second passing glance before blindly shoving the blank check to his chest and rushing by your side to untie you. First, he ripped off the tape and you let out loud gasps of air and cries.

Woojin’s shaking hands take hold of your face to try to calm you down. “Hey hey, shh, I’m here. Are you ok? Are you hurt?” You shook your head vigorously, whining and trying to break free from the ropes tying you down. “Hold on, I got you.”

Before Woojin could untie your hands, one of the minions hit him on the back of his head the same way they knocked you out. But your boss was stronger than that - his head was harder than his iron helmet. At the failed attempt, Woojin hurled the guy over his shoulder and out the cargo bed. Your bad ass boss got up like it was nothing, but he was breathing heavily.

Not because he was tired or weak, but because he was furious.

Three more guys tried to kick his ass and it was then you realized that your boss wasn’t just some fake hiding behind an iron suit who could program it to fight. He truly was kicking their ass! Like, raw strength and all! If you weren’t scared to death, you might have thought this was kind of hot. But then Woojin punched one of the guys too hard and it sent him flying over to you, to which you fell over and broke the chair. The rope was no longer tied to anything and you were free.

Yet another one of the lame-o sidekicks tried to capture you again, but now you were equally as furious, if not more, than your partner in crime. How dare they sneak up on you and not even give you a chance to fight back!? That was the definition of a weak-ass group of villains! So of course you had to show them a lesson and kick a few balls and some asses. But the number of asses was infinite and you were getting really tired. They had enough people to fight you and Woojin until you couldn’t keep up and then they’d kill you easily.

“Mr. Kim, now would be a good time for one of your brilliant plans!” you begged between kicks and breaths.

“Ten seconds tops. But when I say so, I need you to hold my hand, ok?”

“What!? What are you planning!?”

“Just trust me!” You and Woojin saw the leader direct the last ten of his minions to finish the job. “Ready? Three… two… one!”

A heavy force on the outside pushed the cargo bed off the edge of the pier and into the ocean with the purpose of drowning everyone in it. The only sensation you felt was ice cold water freezing your blood flow and Woojin grasping your hand for dear life while trying to swim up to the surface. Before blacking out from lack of oxygen, you felt the ripples of something entering the ocean and saw a faded red and golden glow of light. Not a second later, a hollowed Iron Man on autopilot rushed you and Woojin to the surface and placed you gently on the sand just under the pier. The silent night was filled with a chorus of ugly coughing fits from you and your boss. What a wonderful CEO slash ex-secretary couples activity this turned out to be.

As soon as your breathing returned to a rhythmic beat, a wet, crying, sand-covered Woojin held your face in his still-trembling hands. He didn’t say a word - he simply held you and pressed his forehead to yours, making sure that yes, this was real, and not some unconscious dream where he was still in the middle of the ocean drowning. Yes, you were there with him and you were alive.

“Why are you crying? I was the one kidnapped,” you joked, hoping it’d lighten up the mood if but a little bit.

Woojin laughed between sniffles and shivers, but couldn’t stop crying. He was smiling, but still crying, and if that didn’t perfectly depict this situation, you’re not sure there’s anything out there that did. Haphazardly, he planted a cold kiss on your forehead before pulling you into a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re ok,” he whispered. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Why? You had nothing to do with this.”

“I’m just sorry in general. I’m sorry I took you for granted. I’m sorry for making you feel like I was replacing you. I’m sorry for not buying you that cappuccino three years ago. I’m sorry for -”

What’s the only way to silence your sexy boss in a heartfelt moment like this that would complete this superhero plot line? Kissing him mid-sentence, of course. You kissed your loving boss fully, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your whole body into it. It took him a while to register that yes, his secretary was definitely kissing him, but once it did, he kissed you even harder, enough to make you fall back onto the grass with him on top of you.

You’re left breathless the moment your lips parted. “I-I, uh, I forgive you…”

“How could you ever think that I could replace you?” he muttered. “I could never. Not in this lifetime.”

“You also said that me and you wouldn’t happen in this lifetime,” you challenged.

“Lifetimes can merge into one, I guess.”

Iron Man returned to Woojin’s basement as soon as his job was done, so your favorite driver picked you two up in ten minutes with plush hot towels and dry clothes to change into. The pajamas you wore already had your initials monogrammed over your heart.

“Yeah, uh, about that,” Woojin began awkwardly on the car ride home. “I was going to gift them to you a couple Christmases ago, but you said that monogrammed clothing was cheesy and stupid, so I abstained…”

“... They’re not so bad,” you admitted truthfully. “Very soft.”

Coming home to Woojin’s felt so wrong, yet so right. You’ve only ever been inside for business reasons, such as redesigning his closets and kitchen pantry, but now that you were here on leisure - well, after almost fucking dying - it was kind of weird. But Woojin holding your hand reassured you that you were wanted here - that he needed you here.

“Take a shower upstairs. I’ll go make some tea.”

You gladly obeyed, using your favorite shower that you helped design. The door and the walls of the shower were made of glass and the shower head hung from the ceiling, making your long, hot shower feel like it was raining. Your body was covered in cuts and bruises and it was really ugly, but you’ve never felt more badass and in control in your entire life.

You left the shower smelling like orchids and eucalyptus and entered the kitchen that smelled like ginger and honey. Woojin, who had also showered, followed shortly after, stealing a kiss on your cheek that was cut up earlier that evening.

You followed Woojin to his giant marble island while he poured tea into white mugs on the other side. This felt so… domestic. This felt so right. This felt like home.

“I have a business proposition for you,” he smirked slyly.

Well, that ruined the moment. “What, no ‘how have you been the past month since I replaced you with some other chick’?”

“I promise I’ll ask that after, but I need to ask you this.” Your hard-headed boss was all giddy just at the idea of it and it was the first time in a whole month since you’ve seen him smile like this. He was so, so cute.

“Fine, what is it?”

“I want to hire you back.”

“Mr. Kim, I already told you, I can’t -”

“As the Head Director of the Iron Man project.”

Your eyes widened at the prestigious title. “Head Director?”

“You stayed by my side through all the criticism and the praise and I can’t imagine a better person for the position.”

“So it’s not just a fancy title for like, super secretary, right…?”

Your handsome man chuckled. “No, I promise.”

“Head Director, huh?” your lips slowly spread into a grin. “I like the sound of that.”

“Is that a yes?”

“On a few conditions.”

“Hit me.”

“Higher pay with time-and-a-half.”

“Obviously.”

“I get my own secretary.”

“Of course.”

“An extra week of vacation.”

“You’re pushing it.”

“Last one. I’m your date to every event from now on.”

Woojin raised his eyebrow teasingly. “Oh? And if I say no?”

“Then I say no.”

“Jeez, I’m kidding! Of course you can, on two conditions.”

“Fine.”

“You call me Woojin from now on. Or boyfriend, or soulmate, or whatever suits your fancy.”

“Deal.”

“Second,” Woojin leaned in and puckered his pink lips. “Kiss me.”

You start your new job next week - after Woojin cashed in one week of vacation to spend with his soulmate.

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High Notes and Snow// Kim Woojin

Stray Kids Christmas Series

Scenario: A Christmas show at college turned out a little different than the both of you thought it would. Genre: Fluff Trope: Friends to Lovers // College!Au // non idol!Woojin // Theatre writer! Reader Pairing: Kim Woojin X Reader Word count: 8,9K Warning: Woojin’s a little bit of a jerk, but we all know that’s just for fictional purposes.

‘I’m late. I need to finish my paper. Did I rewrite my notes from yesterday. I want coffee.’ Were the thoughts that run trough your mind as you hurried in a sleepy state across the college grounds. You made your way to your go-to café and ordered your usual. You took a sip of the hot anxiety-juice and sighed in content. As you sat in your class, trying your best to pay attention even though the teacher made it hard for you with him speaking in a monotone voice.

Being a theatre writing major was something you loved doing and loved to learn about, but college life was hard. And just when you thought that you could rest for a while, since the holidays were coming up, you were proved wrong. “You will be organising your own Christmas show. You guys are free in doing whatever you want. It just has to be Christmas themed and you guys will be grated for it. Class is dismissed.” Was all he said, leaving the students speechless.

The teacher gave everyone in your class a paper with instructions on them, dividing people in smaller groups and assigning their tasks. There was a costume theme, there was a décor theme, a performance team and an organising theme. “Sir, why is the team for organising so small- why am I leading everyone?” You asked whilst still scanning the paper.

“It will be too complex for people to have too many people who lead everything. With just a few captains you can direct people easily. I’m sure you got this.” He says nonchalantly, making you choke on air as you realised his words. Your eyes started to frantically scan the paper and you saw that you had the lead over the whole organisation thing. “But I’m just a writer-“ You yelled after the teacher who was long gone. You sighed to yourself, feeling already stressed. And the notification coming from your phone didn’t make it any better for you. You saw that your best friend, who you thanked God for you got to work on this with apparently, had texted you.

Kira: ‘We’re planning on having a meeting in 2 hours. You better be there. I will get you some extra coffee and a bagel... I read the division...’ You: ‘I know right. Please just end me already. People are already stressing, causing me to stress.’ Kira: ‘Just calm down for a second and get your ass over here.’ You: ‘Aight.’

As soon as the meeting started, people stared at your awkwardly. You were not prepared at all and your anxiety-juice wasn’t helping you at all.

“So, what are we going to do?” Maddison groans in annoyance. You rolled your eyes, wanting to ignore her and roll her out of the room with the office-chair she was sitting on. She was one of the performers in her team and you weren’t going to lie, she had pretty good vocals. She was talented, but her annoying and arrogant personality didn’t make up for it. She was born in America and constantly reminded people of it.

‘I can’t help but speak in English sometimes. I guess it’s because I was born in New York.’ She would twirl her hair around her finger whilst batting her fake lashes. Boys seemed to love it, but girls knew she was just acting.

You are a theatre major, you knew when someone was acting or not. “We don’t know. That’s why we’re having this meeting. If we could just brainstorm some ideas, we could work it out from there.” You sighed as you took out your notebook and started scribbling down the ideas.

“We could do a talent show?” Someone suggested. “I mean, it’s a good idea, but there is honestly no such way on making it Christmas themed.” You explained, whilst still writing down the idea anyway. “We could make a musical.” “That’s also a great idea, but the décor and the costume team would have to work too much on different kind of décor. There would be individual scenes, group scenes. Plus we would need different décor for every scene. And since we have seven weeks to make and rehearse this. It will be too much stress for all of us. Shouldn’t we make this easier for ourselves-“ “We get it Y/n.” Maddison sighed, making you roll your eyes.

“What if we do a half-half kind of show?” Daichi suggests shyly. Everyone in the room now focussed on him and you could see him jump in surprise.

“What did you have in mind?” Daichi explained his idea where everybody could show off their own talents, but that it still had a story that worked along with the acts. Most of the performances would be sung, since you had countless of singers. So you guessed that it would be a sort of musical.

“We could just keep a simple décor for the background and make the stage look like a frame. As if the audience was actually looking at a magical Christmas show thingy- my brain isn’t working okay. It’s twelve o’clock and I’m barely here.” Your friend, Kira, laughs, causing the room to laugh along and lighten the mood. “Okay, so I guess we have a plan. Let’s brainstorm some more and meet again this Friday at three o’clock.” “Sounds good to me.” People in the room agreed before they all left. The performance room shot you dirty looks, but you chose to ignore it. They had a habit of feeling like they’re better than the rest for some reason, since they had a bigger chance on becoming the centre of attention and famous. Their words not yours, really. You packed your stuff and walked out the door with Kira on your side.

“Why do we have to work with Mrs brag?” You whined as you made your way in the cold to your dorm.

“I don’t know, but I guess we have to. We’re going to be graded for this and I’m not looking forward to get an inadequate because of her.” Kira sighs and shivers at the same time. “Let’s just focus on the other people we have to work along with. I mean, we have Daichi. He’s really artistic. Do you remember him designing the décor for the ballet performance.”

“I know! The designs were so detailed and he really got the idea of the Russian palaces. It felt like watching a fairy tale when we were attending the show.” Kira smiled as she recalled the memory. “We also have Woojin on our team.” She added. “Yeah, but he’s part of the singer’s team though, if you know what I mean.” “Woojin isn’t that bad though, I mean compared to Maddison he’s an actual sweetheart.” Kira stated. “Isn’t everybody a sweetheart when compared to Maddison?” You laughed.

“You have to admit though, Woojin is cute.” Kira doted whilst looking at you. “You’re starting to sound like the entire singing department. They also can’t stop gushing about how handsome and how brilliant he is. I mean I can’t say that he isn’t talented, the guy really has a great voice. But I really don’t get those girls who say that they are blessed with his present and that he’s so athletic, they can go on and on for hours.” “Speak for yourself. You seem to know a lot about him.” She laughed. “N-no I don’t. He’s the best singer of the singing department and people can’t stop talking about him. Even the teachers can’t stop going on and on about him. I’m from the theatre apartment, like why do we have to hear those things about him?” You asked whilst stepping into your dorm.

Your dorm was more like a little studio apartment. It cost you extra money, but you got a place for yourself and you didn’t had weird roommate who got into your face and interfered your space.

It has been two weeks from your first meeting about the abrupt Christmas show and everybody now knew what to do. The singing department obviously started to rehears singing, having Woojin as their leader. The décor apartment were off to make a picturesque décor that would people make feel fuzzy and warm when looking at the show. The show turned out to be just a concert since it would be easier, but to give the theatre kids a little bit of spotlight, they got to write songs with the singers and translate a story into the décor as well.

You were a little sad that you couldn’t participate as much as you wished. You were supposed to get a place to perform the show, to get a catering, people to do light and sound and everything else that came along with arranging a show. You asked around and you were glad that there were people who wanted to help out. It relieved you, because you know how busy everyone around college could be at times. “You’re nice, we would love to help.” They said, making your heart flutter at the compliment before thanking them once again.

You were sitting on a sofa in the library, trying to look for the best place for the concert, until you were interrupted by your laptop shutting close, causing you to jump. Looking up to Maddison who stood in front of you with her hand on her hip, made you roll your eyes. “What?” “You better ensure to make us the stars of the show.” You didn’t even had to hear the words coming from her mouth, you already knew that Maddison and her little crew of minions wanted to be the centre of attention as soon as you saw their names on the list of division. You wanted to open your laptop again, but Maddison stopped you from doing so.

“Are you listening to what we’re saying?” “Are you listening to yourselves? You know Woojin is the leader of the singing department when it comes to the concert, you should ‘discuss’ this with him and not with me.” “I already talked to Woojinnie, but he said to come to you since you’re the ‘chief’.” She scoffed, clearly annoyed that she had to come to you for this. And trust me, you rather didn’t wanted to be around her either. You loved being as far away from her as possible, but this concert didn’t make it easy for you to do so. “It’s fine by me I guess, but you guys have to work for it yourself to make a memorable performance. We’re not going to do that for you, besides we’re going to be graded individually.”

Man, were you glad you were graduating next year. Maddison might be your age, but she was in a year lower than you. You could already picture her sulking and almost crying when Woojin graduates along with you. You had known him for some time, you were friends even in high school. You weren’t like the closest friends, but his friends hung out with your friends and together were you pretty solid. Being in different departments in college drifted you apart, the only one you got left out all of that friend was Kira. You didn’t mind, it saved you a lot of drama. And besides, it’s part of growing older and becoming an adult: everybody is going their own ways and living their own lives.

You suddenly remembered that Maddison hadn’t left and decided to leave for yourself then. It was snowing outside and you scrunched your nose slightly when a snowflake landed on your nose. You enjoyed the cold as you walked over the campus ground for the umpteenth time.

You then heard a gasp and someone fall, which made you turn around quickly. You saw a pair of long legs dangling from a bush and you swiftly made your way to the guy. “Are you okay?” You asked the guy, when you took a closer look, you saw that the guy who fell was Woojin. “Woojin?” You asked surprised, yet a little worried. “Hi, can you help me? It’s slippery.” He chuckles as he sat in the plant covered in snow and books that you supposed to be his. You took his hands and pulled him up, you almost slipped and fell on top of him, making you squeal in process. “Thanks.” He mutters, whipping off the excess snow, before picking up his books and about to leave. “Hey, you’re drenched. You should dry off and get warm.” “Why do you care?” He asked coldly, not even bothering to look you into the eyes. “I- you’re the leader of your group. You can’t miss rehearsal, besides I don’t think that getting a cold is good for your throat.” “I know, but I was trying to find my dorm key, but- why am I explaining this to you?” He says, his tone was harsh, belittling you a bit. “Did you find it?” “No.”

Both of you sighed and stood in silence across one another. “Do you live far from here?” “Why do you want to know all of this, stalker?” Woojin scoffs. “I’m asking this, because you need to warm up and if you live far away, you could just come to mine to dry off and warm up.” You explained. “But you know, if you’re going to be a pain then just forget it and enjoy being cold.” You snapped irritated, before wanting to walk away. You suddenly feel a shaking hand grab your arm. You looked back to see Woojin shivering in cold.

You felt bad for him and sighed. You grabbed his hand and dragged him to your dorm.

Woojin sighed happily as soon as he felt the warmth. “I will grab you some sweatpants and a hoodie. I’ll lay them in the bathroom so you can change. In the meantime I will make us some tea, or do you prefer something else?” “Tea is fine. But aren’t your clothes like too small for me?” “Trust me, they’ll fit. I buy my sweatpants and hoodies at the men’s department.” You laughed, whilst searching into your closet the items.

Sooner enough Woojin had changed out of the drenched clothes and sat under a blanket with tea in his hands in your clothes. You looked at him and laughed to yourself.

Woojin usually looked very classy and neat, like those elite rich boys would walk around. Right now he looked like the boy next door people from a movie where they would fall in love with each other. The thought surprised you, just the fact that you even thought about something like that made you blink slowly in confusion.

“What?” He asked, still shaking a little from the cold. “Nothing-“ “Clearly, there is because you’re laughing at me.” He snapped. “First of all, I was laughing to you. Secondly, don’t you dare to take my kindness and hospitality for granted Kim Woojin. I will not hesitate to make you regret that.” You stated in a serious matter, taking Woojin by surprise. “Sorry. And thank you by the way.” “No problem.” You muttered back.

You took another look at him and now he didn’t dare to look back at you, making you shake your head in disbelief. “If you’re wondering why I was ‘staring’ at you. You look so different from how you usually look.” You chuckled before sipping your tea. “How is that- I mean, I’m just wearing different clothes obviously.” “That’s the thing, you’re always so dressed up. I’ve never seen you dressed down like this. You look like a normal student, instead of a posh elite boy who always walk around in a three-piece suit.” “It’s not a suit, it’s just trouser, a blouse and a blazer-“ “Exactly! I mean, yes you do have a good fashion sense and it looks good on you, but don’t you ever want to-“ “Okay, I’m going to stop you right there.” Woojin suddenly says, interrupting you.

“What-“ “If you think that this is going to make me fall in love with you and date you. It’s not going to happen, let me just tell you that.” That was it. His arrogance and cockiness had gone to his head and you had enough of it. You grabbed the tea, still rather carefully, but harshly out of his hands and placed it pissed on the side table. He looked at you in confusion and surprise and was about to talk again, but you were quicker. “You’re not welcome here anymore.” “Excuse me?” “You hear me Woojin. I wanted to make sure that you were in good health for this concert. We’re graduating this year and every grade needs to be better than the one before. You and I both know that. Yet, instead of being nice to me as a sign of being thankful, here you are. Acting like an arrogant jerk who had his head stuck a little too far up his ass and thinks that everyone wants to date him. Just because I’m nice to you, doesn’t mean that I want to date you!” You snarled more irritated than ever.

You couldn’t remember Woojin being this much of a jerk when the friend group was still together.

“Y/n, I’m-“ He started. “No, I don’t want to hear it.” You stressed as you went to grab his stuff. They were still damp, but he was wearing dry ones at least. “Y/n-“ “Just leave, you know how to get home right? Go call Chan or something if you’re still even friends with him.” You muttered as you pushed him out of the door.

The door shut right into Woojin’s face as he turned around to say something once again. “This is humiliating Y/n!” “You’re wearing men’s clothes! Fucking act like one and walk yourself home!” You yelled back, taking Woojin by surprise once again that day. He sighed and decided to walk home, since he had nowhere else to go. He took his phone out of your sweatpants and went to call Chan to pick him up.

When he arrived as soon as he could, he looked at Woojin weirdly. “Whose clothes are you wearing? Why are you holding your own? Why aren’t you at home- what’s happening?” Chan chuckles. “Just drive.” Woojin sighs. “Did you hook-“ “God no! I-“ Woojin sighs once again, before telling Chan what happened.

Chan starts laughing and Woojin groans in embarrassment. “Wait, you mean Y/n y/l/n?” Woojin just nodded in responds. “I haven’t seen her in years. How is she?” “I mean, she seems fine. She has her own dorm, so I guess she’s doing quite well then.” “Her parents must be earning a lot then.” “No, Y/n never wanted her parents to support her financially, she’s done that on her own.” “Well won’t you look at that Mr Sherlock Holmes.” Chan chuckles as he made a turn. “What?” Woojin asks. “You seem to know a lot about her.” “I do not, I just remember her stating this very fact when we used to hang out with the whole group.” “Man, that was way back.” “I know right. She doesn’t hang out with much of them anymore. I only see her hang out with Kira still after all these years.”

“Sure Mr ‘I really don’t know her that well’. Freaking liar.” Chan muttered playfully, loud enough for Woojin to hear, receiving a well-meaning punch from his friend.

A few days later, you were sitting at the school café, looking outside as you rent Christmas decoration for the concert. You were lucky that the school gave you a budget, with a generous amount, so the concert could be a great ending show for the year.

As you were working, you didn’t notice Woojin standing a few meters from you. He didn’t know how to approach you after being a jerk to you. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He looked around and saw that people were staring at him, I mean who wouldn’t. He just stood there creeping on you with a gift bag in his hands. He could hear Chan in the back of him mind, telling him to suck it up and just give you your clothes back.

Woojin took a deep breath and gathered his courage and started moving towards you. He had no idea why he was tensed up. He had known you for a long time after all.

You didn’t notice Woojin standing next to you, causing you to jump in surprise when he softly placed the bag next to you. “Woojin?” You asked in confusion. “Here.” He could only make out, gulping loudly as he didn’t dare to look you into the eye.

“I’m sorry for the other day.” He mutters before walking off. “Thank you!” You called after him. Obviously not planning on screaming ‘thank you for returning my clothes’ in the middle of the freaking canteen. People would simply get the wrong thing and rumours would be spread around. You certainly weren’t planning on having that on your plate as well, this concert was already giving you a permanent headache. Woojin sighed in relief when he finally gave you the clothes back. He washed them with extra softener and air-dried them because he was scared that he would damage or shrink the clothes. Chan couldn’t help but tease Woojin for being this caring about some clothes, when he usually just throws his clothes in the washing machine, turns it on, shrugs and walk off to do something else. When Woojin had left, people were already whispering their presumptions of what Woojin was giving to you, if the two of you were dating, or just hooking up. None of that obviously, to you and Woojin at least, was true. But Maddison for some reason decided to make it out to be the end of the world.

As soon as she heard the rumour from one of her minions she stood up and started to throw a tantrum like a little child who didn’t got what she wanted. A spoiled little brat, that’s what she is. Maddison made your way to you in an irritated and jealous state. You could swear that you felt something inside of you tingle as if it was your sixth sense.

You could hear her heals clicking through the canteen, along with the other four pairs that rushed behind her. “Are you dating Woojin?” “Nice to see you too Maddison.” You sneered. “Answer my question.” “Have you never been taught to respect your elders?” “We’re the same age you du-“ “I’m a senior and we’re in Korea, show some respect.” You smiled painfully to her as she rolled her eyes and ‘bowed politely’. “Can you now answer my fucking question?” “Why do you think that Woojin and I are dating?” You sighed as you looked at her.

“He gave you a gift bag.” She stated the obvious. “Okay, so just because he gives me something, means that we’re automatically dating. Honey, you must be so confused at birthdays.” Maddison started to scoff in annoyance, especially when she heard people giggle in the background who overheard the conversation. “Well, are you?” “That’s none of your business.” You smiled once again, whilst packing your bags. It was as if Maddison didn’t know how to do anything else but scoff that day because she did it again. You took the giftbag in your hand and swung it past her face as you passed her. You sighed to yourself. ‘Poor girl doesn’t have a life, what a shame.’

Apparently, Maddison wasn’t the only one who wondered if you and Woojin were a thing, even the teachers got involved. You hoped that they would stop this nonsense, but instead they started to ask you questions about your so called ‘relationship’ with the best singer in the university.

Even Kira started to rant to you about it. “How dare you to not tell me that you were actually dating Woojin! We’ve been friends for so long and stuff like this isn’t supposed to be a secret among friends. And I thought we were best friends, apparently not because you didn’t bother to tell me that you were dating Woojin.”

“I never told you anything, because there isn’t anything to tell you.” “What do you mean you’re-“ “I’m not dating Woojin.” “Oh.” “That’s all you can say?” You laughed as you threw a pillow to her face.

And so more days passed and the day of the concert came closer and closer. The décor team was already doing a great job and were really being productive. So was the small writing, the lights and sound team. The singing department on the other hand, were rather procrastinating. Woojin tried to get them to work. But without a vocal coach they were just sitting back and chatting their hours away.

Woojin would sigh and continue rehearsal by himself. He knew he was the leader of the group, but they would be graded individually and Woojin would like to graduate that year, especially since college was expensive and he didn’t wanted to spend yet another year so much money on school. He was grateful that he could attend school, but working this much and spending this much on learning something became a little too much for him eventually and especially for his wallet.

You would often participate rehearsals and see how everyone was doing. Woojin would be on stage and everyone’s eyes seemed to be focused on where he was looking and how you were reacting to him. The rumours hadn’t burned out unfortunately. As you were observing the rehearsal, Woojin seemed to be very confident, which was logic since he was very talented and also well aware of his great singing voice, yet it almost seemed cocky. You didn’t know Woojin like this, you wanted to make a comment on it, but it would start yet another rumour. You were waiting for that, so instead you waited to talk to him backstage. “What’s going with you?” You ask him as soon as you spotted him alone backstage.

“What do you mean?” He asks, a sudden feeling of jitters rushed through his body. He never experienced something like this before, but he seemed to only feel it when he was around you. “I know you’re confident about your voice, but acting cocky when on stage doesn’t seem a good idea.” “Why are you so concerned about the way I act on stage. I’m the singer, aren’t I?” He says, whilst his arrogant side jumped out once again. You sighed, feeling a little disappointed but also not that surprised. He had been like this ever since the two of you went to college.

“I get and know that you’re the singer, but I’m just concerned that people will think something wrong about you.” “Why are you saying things like this as if you know me. It’s not like we’re friends or dating or even something close to that.” “You know what, never mind. Go and do your thing then if you know it so well.” You snapped before walking off.

‘Gosh, what is up with that guy.’ You asked yourself. ‘What is wrong with me?’ Woojin asked himself.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair in frustration and went after to you to try and talk to you.

“Y/n, we’re going to need a Christmas tree. Can you pick it up? I heard that we could use the principal’s car if you don’t have one, he owns a truck too after all.” Woojin overheard Kira say to her friend. “Sure, but I might need a pair of extra hands for that.” You stated, knowing that the Christmas was almost as high up to three meters.

“I would love to help you, but I have a test coming up.” Kira says. “And Daichi is busy with the décor team.” “Is there an issue?” A teacher asked who walked into the room and overheard their conversation. “No, I just need a second person to help me with picking up the Christmas tree.” “Oh, well Woojin why don’t you help Y/n? You seem to have your performance under control-“ “But sir! Woojin is the leader and he needs to guide us!” Maddison interrupted. “Well, I can get a vocal coach to help you with getting the techniques under control. Well, since that’s settled, keep up the great work guys! It’s looking great!” He said before leaving. More like leaving you and Woojin speechless.

You was thinking about avoiding him as much as possible and then just to ignore him completely after the concert, but you guess that wouldn’t be the case then.

Looking up to Woojin who stood sheepishly on stage, made you sigh and roll your eyes.

The action made Woojin’s chest ache slightly. He just doesn’t know what was happening to him. You just got him feeing some type of way and he didn’t know what to do about it. Later that day when he talked to Chan about it, he reminded Woojin of years back, when they were still in high school and Woojin felt similar like this towards Y/n.

Woojin recalled the memory of him and the entire friend group at someone’s place. They were having a dinner night with some music as they hung out. They were celebrating something, he didn’t know what exactly, but he knew that they were celebrating something, because he remembered that you looked as beautiful as ever. You wore a simple black sequin dress, a diamond necklace that Minho had given you. Everyone was surprised that you and Minho were so close. Minho had quite some walls up when it came to new people, but he seemed to have a soft spot for you. Unfortunately, college drove the two of you apart. The university that you and Woojin attended did had a dance department, but it had a different location, which was on the other side of the city. Which was one of the reasons why you and Minho sadly grew apart.

He remembered feeling in his gut against Minho at the time, now that he was older, he realised that it was jealousy. He still doesn’t get why he was jealous of Minho, but Chan did. Chan knew that his friend had a crush on you, Woojin himself just never knew. Woojin was, as weird and cocky as it sounded, used to girls gushing over him and confessing their feelings to him. He declined them all respectfully and Chan didn’t know what happened but somehow it went to Woojin’s head.

Chan eventually got frustrated and stopped trying to set you and Woojin up. You were a busy person and often hadn’t even have time to hang out with people. You were working and studying all the time and when you did have time for people, Kira would had all your attention.

Right now, after Chan and Woojin had the talk about this old familiar feeling, Chan tried to make Woojin realise that he has a crush on you and that he should just think about his feelings for you. “That’s absurd. I don’t have feelings for Y/n.” Woojin scoffs in denial. “Stop being so stubborn and just admit it.” Chan mutters under his breath. “What was that?” “Nothing.”

It was a week now before the concert and everybody was feeling the tension of the deadline coming closer. Everybody was as stressed as ever, not that it was something new for a college student. You were teaming up with the décor team to decorate the theatre.

You got a great deal with the people who owned this old concert hall. The venue looked gorgeous on the inside, it had this old-timer vibe and everybody was absolutely living for it. The ceilings were painted romantically and the pillars were cut out in the magnificent details.

“I still can’t believe we got this place for nothing.” Kira says in awe as they all started to work. “I know, it’s unbelievable. I hope there’s nothing wrong with this place though. I did my research, but I couldn’t find anything else-“ “Y/n!” Daichi yelled from on stage. “Yes?” “We’re done with the background!” “Alright thank you! We will be decorating the rest then!” You yelled back.

‘Time to get the tree.’ You thought to yourself.

“Woojin, shall we go?” You sighed as you walked up to him. He seemed too busy talking to Maddison and her minions to hear you. “Woojin, I will take credits off if you don’t come-“ “Alright, alright. I heard you the first time, dang.” He muttered, making you roll your eyes in annoyance, before walking to the car with him.

The car ride to the shop was awkward and the tension was high. Woojin was busy on his phone as you drove the two of you to the place. You were very relieved when you finally arrived, an excited feeling had replaced the bothering pressure that was earlier resting on your chest. You were smiling brightly as you almost ran onto the place in excitement. Woojin saw it happen and couldn’t help but smile to himself. You were like a little child, he remembered celebrating Christmas with you when the two of you were in high school, with the whole friend group as well though.

You were so excited to celebrate, you always loved the little lights that covered many places and the decorated tree was something you could stare at for hours. It was easy to say that Christmas was one of your favourite times of the year.

“Hello, we’re here to pick up the tree for the concert hall?” You said to the nice man who greeted you. “Ah, Y/n! You called me on the phone earlier this month, right? We reserved the best tree for you!” He smiled before going off to get it with four other man following him. He saw how excited you were as you walked around. There were families trying to find the perfect tree for their home, the children would run around with laughter lighting the place up besides the lights that were hung up.

He saw the way you smiled and it did something to his heart. He felt warm and fuzzy and he had a sudden urge to hug you. A sudden memory was recalled to Woojin’s mind where the whole friend group would go ice skating. You all had a great time and it was one of his greatest memories, but also one of his saddest, since it was also the day where he had found out that you had someone else on your mind and he wasn’t that person. Woojin realised and accepted your feelings that day. His best friend, Chan, had told him your secret about your crush and Woojin could just feel his heart break at that moment.

He started to feel awkward since the two of you went to the same school and spend a lot of time together. Eventually when the two of you went to university, his ego was fed by the girls who constantly threw themselves onto him. He never knew why, he still doesn’t know why they do it, but he took this as a big compliment and gained confidence from it. Maybe a little too much since he turned out to be quite cocky as well.

Suddenly, as he was surrounded by hundreds of trees, he started to feel gloomy. He didn’t want his heart to be broken again or get his hopes up this time, since he didn’t know if you even liked him at all or if you had someone else on your mind. You noticed Woojin’s sudden mood change and decided to cheer him up. You gathered some snow together and pressed it into a ball, before throwing it towards Woojin’s chest. He looked up at you in surprise and he felt his heart skip a beat when he saw you smiling brightly at him. At him. You were smiling at him and he could feel his mood change once again. Yes you were still annoyed at him for earlier, but he seemed a little sad. And since it was almost Christmas you didn’t want that. He was an old friend after all.

Woojin appreciated the gesture and thanked you for it in a soft whisper, but loud enough for you to hear after running after each other for a good fifteen minutes. The pair of you now shivering, wet from the snow you had thrown at each other, but laughing and happy. That moment had become a very cherished moment to Woojin, because he finally realised that he should not hide his feelings for you anymore. He realised that I always had been you. The two of you now walked back to where you and the owner had agreed to meet. “Wait my laces are untied.” You said, before bending down.

When you got back up again, there were multiple people looking at the two of you. “Is there something on my face?” You asked Woojin in slight horror.

“No.” ‘-thing but beauty.’ He thought.

“You two are under the mistletoe!” The owner roared in laughter, making you and Woojin shot your gaze up to see the little branch indeed hanging above the two of you with a little shimmering red ribbon around it. “I- we can’t-“ Woojin started. “C’mon! Got to keep the tradition going, don’t we?” The owner laughed once again. You swear you could hear children scream ‘kiss’ at the two of you, making you giggle slightly. Woojin’s heart was beating loudly. He looked at you, who was focusing on the people who were staring at you. He realised that this could be the chance to finally do something he had been longing to do years ago.

He took your face in his big hands and made your head turn towards him, surprising you in process. You looked at him with shocked eyes and quickly closed your eyes when you noticed him slowly leaning in. Before you knew it were his warm lips connected to yours and moving in synch together. Your arms found their way to his neck and wrapped them around them. Woojin smiled into the kiss as you heard people cheer. An elderly couple cooed at the two of you after you pulled back from the kiss.

“Kira, I swear I think I’m falling for him!” You whisper yelled through the phone after you and Woojin had arrived back at the concert hall. “I fucking told you so you little shit!” She screamed whilst laughing on the other side of the line. “Shit he’s coming back- I’ll call you later- no I’m not giving you my notes.” You quickly lied as you saw Woojin appear once again. You hung up the phone and went to decorating with Woojin.

Christmas songs were blasting through the stereo as the two of you adorned the tree. You would be running in circles around the tree as you put the lights on it, making Woojin laugh as you ended up dizzy and almost fell of the stage. Fortunately for you were Woojin’s reflexes quick and caught you before you fell down two meters to your doom. You looked at him in shocked eyes once again and stayed in his arms for a moment.

The moment didn’t last long when Kira and Daichi suddenly barging into the room, making Woojin almost drop you in surprise. “Shit you okay?” He asked you as he helped you back on your feet. “What are you two doing?” “N-nothing!” You both shrieked back at the same time.

Woojin and you returned to your awkward selves at school and it was almost like the other hadn’t happen. Almost, one thing did change though. “What do you mean Woojin isn’t sitting with us at lunch?” Maddison cried loudly to her minions- I mean friends. “He said he’s having lunch with someone else.” One of them stuttered. “Who?” Maddison demanded more than asked.

In the meantime was Woojin carrying a bag with food he had bought in a café, a tea and a coffee for himself in his hand as he made his way to you, who was working in a classroom on the last things for the concert. “Knock knock.” Woojin chirped as he pushed the door open with his butt. “Hey!” You chirped brightly back as you pulled out a seat for him to sit on. “I got you some food and some tea.” He says shyly as he placed the food in front of you. “Why, t-thank you.” You smiled as you accepted the gesture.

The both of you enjoyed the sandwich Woojin had bought as you two enjoyed each other’s company. And someone, who saw the two of you enjoying each other’s, wasn’t so happy about it. That sour plum was Maddison. She scoffed in annoyance when she saw the two of you laughing together and saw the affectionate touches coming from the both of you. She was about to barge into the room, when suddenly a teacher called her, making her groan this time in annoyance before leaving the classroom and the pair of you be.

“Can you help me with something?” Woojin asked you after a while. “Yeah, sure.” You said, before turning to him to give him your full attention. It surprised Woojin a little but he had prepared this. He had practiced all night for this moment. “I’m trying to sing this song, but I don’t know if it sound good.” “So, you want my advice or opinion?” “Yes-“ “Shouldn’t you ask a teacher for stuff like that?” “I wanted to hear it from you.” He admitted shyly, making your heart flutter.

Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

When Woojin stopped singing he looked at you with hopeful eyes. You were speechless, his voice was just incredible. “Wait are you singing this for the concert?” You asked him in confusion. “No silly.” ‘I’m singing this for you.’ But Woojin couldn’t find the courage that day to confess.

‘You got this Woojin, next time for sure.’

Twenty-fourth of December, the day of the concert had finally arrived and the students were nervous and a little stressed. Someone couldn’t find an accessory for their costume, the other broke a string of their guitar and another needed a pep talk.

You had everything under control and helped them all through it. You were the host after all. Everybody’s bellies were filled with a warm meal that you had prepared, through a catering team. You were lucky that there was a big kitchen in the back of the concert building where you all could prepare the food and eat.

And so the concert begun. Everybody were doing great. The crowd loved every second of it and the place was filled too. The ticket selling went more well than you could imagine. Families thought it would be a nice family outing to see their child perform on Christmas.

It was now time for the final act, which was Woojin. He was after Maddison and well, her performance went rather odd. Everyone noticed Maddison pushing her minions out of the way to steal the spotlight. You could swear her mother dancing the routine along as she filmed. You loved the fact that they were doing the Mean Girls’ routine of Jingle Bell Rock as well. The teacher didn’t seem to impressed and swiftly wrote down notes.

But now it was Woojin’s time to shine. The music started and the spotlight was focussed on the young man who stood in the middle of the stage. Everyone eyed the performance from the side of the stage as Woojin began to sing ‘Holy Night’ by Mariah Carey. He had changed the notes beautifully so it fitted his voice perfectly.

Everyone was in awe, first of at the song of choice, but mostly at his singing skills. The high notes were sung perfectly. You really could tell that he was the best singer of his department. He really had earned the title. When the song had ended, the crowd jumped to their feet and applauded loudly for him as he bowed to them. Woojin looked to you and gave a quick wink.

“Everyone thank you for coming tonight. Can we give all the students another round of applause?” “Can we get Y/n a big round of applause for arranging everything and organising this event for us?” Woojin say after he had stolen the mic from you. You almost blushed at his words and you became even shyer.

You could feel Maddison’s eyes burn through the back of your head. Everyone bowed one last time before the curtains closed. They all cheered because it was finally over and now, they got to go home to relax, and celebrate Christmas and vacation with their family. You were all about to leave the stage when suddenly a male voice called for you.

“We’re snowed in.” Was all he said with panic layering his tone. You all were shocked and you quickly made your way to the balcony of the concert hall and looked out of the nearest window. You indeed were snowed in. You saw the trees sticking out slightly above the high snow. The cars and roads were hidden under the white blanket.

You were about to announce the situation, when the lights suddenly cut off and made people scream in surprise. “Everybody please remain calm! The electricity may have fallen out, but there is a backup generator for light! Daichi can you turn it on? It’s under the stage.” You called out from the balcony. Daichi got the lights back on in no time and people were starting to get impatient.

“How long do we have to stay here?” Someone asked. “I’m hungry!” A child added in a whiny tone.

“I don’t know for how much longer we will be stuck here, the snow is really high. I’m going to make some calls for try to contact someone who can rescue us out of here, but there are blankets in the back and some candles. If everyone divide them under each other we will have some kind of warmth here, since it might get a little chilly here. The generator doesn’t work that well on the heater, but at least we have light. And when it comes to food. There is a kitchen in the back. I can try and make some food for all of us, but I can’t assure that it will be a lot.”

“I’ll help you!” Woojin says as he helped you back down.

After an hour of being stuck with a whole bunch of people in an old concert hall, you finally made some food from scratch. You found some bread, some rice, potatoes, eggs and some juice boxes from earlier and divided them over the people. The meals weren’t very special, but at least they were warm. You couldn’t help but apologise to everyone for the current situation they were in. “If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” You could hear Maddison hissed softly after you handed her food. “How the fuck is the snow Y/n’s fault? She had no power over that!” One of her minions said, making you smirk in amusement. The minions were finally done with Maddison’s shit.

“You did well Y/n, thank you.” She added whilst smiling at you. “Your welcome.” You said before going back to the kitchen. Woojin, Kira and Daichi were working hard to make everything for the people. Kira handed out the juice boxes to the kids and they thanked her politely. You were all tired and you just wanted to sleep. You saw Woojin cooking in the kitchen and you walked up to him, only to lean into him and hug him from behind as you buried your face in his hoodie.

Woojin was surprised by the act and so were Kira and Daichi, but mostly Kira who almost screamed the whole place together. The girl was losing her mind and it was your fault. “Tired?” Woojin asked, wrapping his arm around you to warm you up a little. You nodded your head in responds and hugged him tighter. “I’m sorry it turned out to be like this.” You whispered to him. “It’s not your fault. You’re not that powerful you know.” He joked to cheer you up a little. “I know, but I feel responsible. Besides we will be still stuck here for another two to three hours.” You sighed sadly.

“I don’t mind being stuck here, especially since I’m with you.” Woojin managed to say, even though he felt like he had a lump in his throat. You looked up to him and he looked down to the side to face you. “I mean it. I enjoy being around you.” “Daichi let’s go, we should give the two some space.” Kira yelled before dragging her friend out of the kitchen, leaving you and Woojin laugh at the chaotic duo.

You turned your focus back on the man in front of you who had placed his hands on yours. “I never realised this, but I always had liked you. Even back in high school I had already eyes for you. I didn’t go through with my feelings, because you had eyes for somebody else and we didn’t know each other that well. So, I kind of stepped out of the picture and when we both went to college, I guess that my ego got fed a lot. And I mean a lot, it went all to my head and I became a dickhead. I’m sorry by the way for acting so dumb. But besides that, I just really like you. I have for a long time and I felt like you needed to know. Besides, we’re young adults now.” He chuckled nervously. You look up to him with a pout. You were so touched by his words and you couldn’t help but think how cute he was being.

“I’m not going to lie, I didn’t have these feelings for that long. I know we go way back, but I realised that I felt more towards you a couple months ago. I would always deny when Kira joked around that I liked you. I would claim that she lied, but I deep down knew I did. I would talk about you a lot and I guess that gave the fact away that I had you on my mind a lot. You’re a really nice guy and I really like you too. I’m glad that you’re not this cocky guy you made it seem for the past few years.”

“So, does this mean that you will be mine?” Woojin carefully asks. You smiled at his cuteness and took his cheeks into your hands. You pulled him closer to you and brought him in for a kiss. Woojin was taken by surprise and sooner enough his hands had found your waist and brought you closer to him. You blushed harshly when he pulled away and shyly hid your face in his chest. “Cutie.” He whispered into your hair as he held you. Eventually the two of you went back to where everyone else were seated. The both of you stood under the doorframe as you watched everyone. “Hey Y/n!” Kira yelled out of nowhere. “What?” You yelled back playfully. “You got to kiss your man!” “What!” You could hear Maddison yell. “What?” You yelled in surprise.

Daichi didn’t bother to say anything since he was too busy laughing his ass off as he pointed to something above the both of you. Woojin and you looked up once again and saw a mistletoe hanging above the two of you. “Kiss! Kiss!” Was being yelled by some people and you could swear to hear Maddison object in the background. Woojin’s hand on your cheek caught you by surprise once again and you smiled at him as he was about to lean in to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, his hands were wrapped around your lower back, pulling you as close as possible to him.

Christmas was going to be even better than you thought.

“You’re crazy.” You giggle softly as you playfully slapped his chest. “Crazy for you-“ “Stop it!” You squealed, hiding your face in his chest, making him laugh before just hugging each other and enjoying each other’s warmth.

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