#listen i know ptj likes to make him unhinged but we can STILL FIX HIM

[wannaeatramyeon]

Samuel Seo x Reader: Falling

G/N. Soft. Sammy realises something.

It's not that you were flirting with Samuel. That, he was used to. That, he knew how to deal with, how to keep his guard up.

In fact, objectively, most people would say it started out innocently. You simply took an interest in him, asking him questions, showing your genuine curiosity in ways he can't recall anyone doing in years.

You ask him about his evenings and weekends. Beneath the front of polite small talk and corporate humdrum, he recognises the attentiveness in your gaze, the follow up questions, the conversation that continues.

It's unusual. 

Everyone that plays a regular part in his daily life only cares about what he could do for them. Everyone else outside of it, unfamiliar faces in the clubs and bars that he frequents, would only care about the one thing from him.

(Although, the feeling is mutual.)

However.

You didn't take more than he could give. You read his moods and his cues. Then the first time he makes you laugh; an unprofessional, muttered comment about Chairman Eugene that results in you guffawing and his ego swelling-

Well. He supposes that is the start of his downfall.

Samuel has enough discipline to not get overly distracted at work, to seek you out just because, but not enough not to time his coffee breaks with yours.

Conveniently bumping into you. Civil nods of acknowledgement turning to small greetings turning to smiles and chit chat turning to inside jokes and a light hand resting on your lower back.

Funny how he used to stay into the late evening and early mornings working in his office, yet now he leaves with you. Walking alongside until it's time to part ways at the front entrance. One time, during a particularly vicious typhoon, offering to drive you home which you graciously accepted.

And then finally, the most important time - when you both had an awful day, a stressful day. Staring at spreadsheets and reports until your eyes blurred, back to back to back meetings and calls without time for caffeine or nicotine breaks-

You both step out of the building and breathe a collective sigh of relief. Samuel is nothing if not opportunistic. He seizes his chance and asks if you want to grab a drink or a coffee or anything just to unwind.

You agree.

You end up at a dessert parlour, both high on sugar and each other.

Him leaning in, mirroring your body language and movements, gaze gentle and soft. You smile at him like you always do, bags already forming from the long day but eyes still shining and bright.

Samuel realises he was wrong before.

This is when he starts falling.