#nct lee taeyong

[jhdyuiee]

Late Sesh

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: ̗̀➛ pairing: IDOL!taeyong x PRODUCER!Y/N

: ̗̀➛ warnings/tags: smut!, dirty talk, co-workers, name-calling (baby & slut), protected sex, semi public sex (studio sex), fingering, breast play, secret relationship, friends w/ benefits

: ̗̀➛ wc: 1k

: ̗̀➛ a.n: hii again! this is the 2nd fic i’m releasing today 😆, i hope yall enjoy this short one since i did enjoy coming up with the story! anyways i will release more in the future before i go back to school, i promise !! anyhow i hope u enjoyed yutas & taeyongs stories, thank uu to u all who read n enjoyed it i rlly appreciate it!! i love u all && see u next time, jiji out 🤍 [link to yuta’s story: YUTA.]

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It was already past 12 in the morning when I sat here in my studio waiting for him to arrive.

The infamous Lee Taeyong.

It was scheduled for us to record the last B-Side off his 2nd Mini Album. Taeyong actually was the one to suggest we record late “to better set the mood.”

I had no problem with it actually, in fact I enjoyed late-night recording sessions. As the minutes passed there was still no sign of him and just when I was about to call him, there was a knock on my studio door.

I got up, opening it. Speak of the devil.

“You’re late,” I reminded the male as he plopped down on the couch I had in my studio.

“I stopped by the bathroom,” he shrugged.

“Just get inside,” I replied, handing him the lyric sheet to 404 Loading.

He took it, pecking my cheek before stepping inside. My face felt hot, probably even visibly redder than a tomato. ‘He’s too flirty.’

A couple hours later we wrapped up, and he decided on a “celebration.” So here I am in my recording studio straddling his lap and our lips colliding with each other. His hands traveled my body, and mine stayed placed on his nape.

I moaned into the kiss when I felt his hands grope my ass, causing me to start grinding on his semi-hard cock. His hands then traveled to my hips, urging me to grind harder against him. The sensation of his hard cock on my now sensitive clit made everything unbearable. It felt like I would just cum from dry-humping the male.

“Take off your shorts,” he whispered. I got up from his lap and shimmied out of my shorts, leaving me in nothing but my lace thong which was now soaked. Taeyong pulled me by the string, sitting me back on his lap. I faced the other way, his breath on my neck and his hands cupping my sex.

“Wet all for me,” he whispered into my ear again.

His hand then went under my underwear, teasing my clit and my slit. He played with them for a while until I kept squirming at his touch. “Yo-your fingers, pl-please,” I pleaded.

Taeyong scoffed lowly, before plunging in two of his fingers inside my cunt. He kept a steady pace, slowly increasing it the louder I got. “Don’t hold back, let me hear how good I make you feel,” he said, kissing my cheek.

His fingers went in and out of me, while his mouth worked it’s way on my neck, and his thumb worked it’s way on my clit. His thumb teased, circled, and pinched my clit. I was growing overstimulated from everything. He was everywhere. I loved it.

“Cumming already? Cum for me, cum on my fingers baby.”

His words triggered the knot inside my stomach undone, like a command with no hesitation of abiding by. He took his fingers out, licking them clean inside his mouth as he looked down at me. I was already a mess and we haven’t even gotten too far yet.

“Shirt off. Everything off,” he said, tugging at the material on my top.

I took it off along with my bra and underwear. I stood naked in front of him. I saw as he licked his lips, eyeing me like his next meal.

“Your body’s perfect, so fucking beautiful,” Taeyong said, as he took one breast in his hand. His other hand followed along until both hands fondled and played with my breast. Slowly then he brought me closer, and was back on his lap.

He took his hands off my breasts, his mouth soon replaced them. I watched as his mouth sucked on patches of my skin and his tongue swirled and flicked my nipples until they were hard. He let go with a pop, taking off his shirt. “Get up for a bit, I’m gonna grab a condom.”

I stood up, sitting down next to where he was and watched as he grabbed a condom from the “secret drawer” he made in my studio. He brought his sweats and boxers down, until his hard aching cock stood proudly against him.

Taeyong slid the condom down, and walked back to the couch where I waited. “Come sit on it,” he said, grabbing onto my hips. He guided me down on his cock, as it stretched my insides out. I know we’ve done this multiple times before, but I still can’t get used to his size. I moaned out his name repeatedly the more he went inside, and once it was all in he whispered into my ear. “Ready?” I nodded.

He started thrusting into me, and I soon joined in when his thrusts got faster. I bounced on him, feeling as he reached deep inside me. “Look at you, you’re doing so well.” There he goes, his praises. His praises have always turned me on even more, pushed me a little bit more.

“I lo-love it!” I yelped when he suddenly grabbed my hips and thrusted me even more.

“You feel so fucking good, so warm, so tight, so wet.”

Yes.

“You love it when I praise you, don’t you? Makes you clench around me.”

Yes.

“Fuck. Hold it in baby, wait until I’m ready to come, okay.”

“Yes, I-I will wait,” I whimpered.

“I wonder if someone will come in, and see how much of a slut you are,” he teased.

I turned to the door and saw it was unlocked, shit. Taeyong then suddenly grabbed my jaw, making me face him again. “Eyes on me slut.”

“Sorry,” I said softly.

He thrusted into me even more, the pace increasing. Taeyong’s hand then went down into my clit, playing with it. He edged me even more. “Pl-Please let me cum already,” I said with watery eyes.

Taeyong smiled, kissing my lips. “Cum with me baby.”

One brutal thrust and we both came crashing down. My head went back, my vision whitened. I heard as Taeyong groaned, his breaths trying to calm down.

“Stay here, I’ll go get something to clean you up,” Taeyong said, as he detached himself from me and laid me on the couch. I watched as he discarded the condom and left the door.

My eyes wandered to the ceiling, then closing. ‘I really just fucked Taeyong in my studio couch’ I thought. ‘Now I can’t look at it the same way any more.’ I sighed, then giggled. I waited here for his return.

For his love.

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© jhdyuiee

24.03.26

[cancersole]

Necesito un beso tierno.

[winwintea]

THANK YOU TAEYONG

[aestradairio]

. ᰋ I like my donuts with jam in the middle ݁ ੭

[kikitulips]

ꢐ Taeyong ꒰ ꒰ nct ꒱ ꒱ lockscreens ♡

[ourdadai]

oioii, você poderia fazer locks do taeyong? 🤍

nct [ taeyong ] lockscreens ♡

[tyonghub]

[yeoosaangg]

៹ SLOW DOWN || KINKTOBER ─ Day 25

➛ PAIRING:: LEE TAEYONG × FEM!READER

➛ NOW PLAYING:: SLOW DOWN — CHASE ATLANTIC

⤷ ❝YOU'RE BURIED IN THE PILLOW, YEAH, YOU'RE SO LOUD.❞

➛ GENRE:: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, NON-IDOL!AU, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: TOYS, DROOLING, DUMBIFICATION, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, OVERSTIMULATION, THROAT FUCKING

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

You stare at your bed in disbelief.

Your boyfriend was standing next to you excitedly, waiting for your response to his surprise gifts.

Y/n: Sex toys?

Taeyong: Yeah! We've talked about adding more to our sex life, so I thought this was a great day to start.

Y/n: For my birthday?

He nods, still adorning that huge grin on his face.

It's not that you don't like it, it just caught you so off guard. But you find him so adorable.

Y/n: Is this your subtle way of wanting to give me birthday sex?

His cheeks flush, but he nods.

Y/n: Then pick out your favorites while I get naked.

He giggles the whole time he places a toy on your nightstand, peeking at you from his peripheral. The way your tits bounce as you take off your skirt kickstarts his cock.

Taeyong: Can you wear these?

You look at his hands to see cat ears and a tail.

Y/n: Oh? I didn't know you were into that.

Taeyong: You don't have to! Was just a suggestion.

It's your turn to giggle as you grab the ears.

Y/n: What Master wants, Master gets.

You meant to tease him, but that name completely shifts Taeyong's personality 100%. His eyes darken and his soft smile turns into a sly smirk.

You yelp when he roughly shoves you onto the bed.

Taeyong: We've gotta prep you first, kitten. Maybe we should use this vibrator after my fingers, hm?

The more he moves around the room to get the lube, you slip further into a submissive headspace.

You're both switches, but tonight feels a lot different than your usual back and forth fight for dominance. Tonight's the first time you both settle on one specific headspace.

He covers his hands in lube, lathering it so it gets warm.

Y/n: Oh, fuck.

He makes sure the outside of your hole gets coated in lubricant before his middle fingers prods your hole. He slowly slides it in, not wanting to overwhelm you.

It's your first time getting stimulated down there, so he'd rather play it safe.

Especially since it's your birthday.

Your breathing is slow with anticipation. His finger stops when his knuckle meets the flesh of your ass cheek. He leans down to plant kisses on your already shaking thighs.

Taeyong: I've barely even touched you, kitten. Does the idea of wearing a tail have you excited.

Y/n: Yes, Master. Feels so good.

He moans at the new title. His cock feels restricted in the fabric of his tight jeans, but he doesn't rush the process.

He starts to pump his finger into you agonizingly slow.

You're whimpering like a needy bitch more than usual. And your boyfriend fucking loves it. He never thought that he'd love being in control so much, but looking down at you as his finger works you open - he's screwed.

Y/n: Master, I want more.

He adds another finger, still taking his time so you adjust to the stretch. He can tell that it's not enough for you, so he adds more lube before a third finger joins the party.

You sigh in content, relaxing against the mattress. This seemed to help as Taeyong starts to pump his fingers a lot quicker than the first time.

Y/n: So full.

Taeyong: Yeah? How's it feel, kitten?

Y/n: Good. Very, very good.

Taeyong: How about I go faster?

He doesn't even wait for a response before he pumps his three fingers knuckle deep in your ass. You scream in pleasure, grabbing your legs for support.

Y/n: Master, I'm gonna cum!

The fsct that he hasn't even played with your pussy and you're already cumming boosts his ego.

Taeyong: Go ahead, kitten.

He works your ass open as you cum untouched. The stimulation to your ass was enough to make you cum without needing him in your needy cunt.

Taeyong: I think you're ready for the tail.

You moan, nodding in agreement.

His fingers stay inside you when he places the cold plug against your hole. He pushes it inside, fingers slipping out so your hole swallows the plug.

He massages your ass, watching your face scrunch as you get used to having something other than his cock inside you - and in a new place at that.

He reaches over and grabs a very huge, vibrating dildo.

Taeyong: I got it customized to be an exact replica of my cock in case you ever miss me when I'm at work.

You bite your bottom lip as he runs it up and down your folds. You are so fucking wet for him, it's driving him insane.

He turns it on to it's lowest setting, shoving it into your pretty pussy.

Taeyong: How's it feel to be double stuffed, hm?

Y/n: S'Good. Higher, please.

He turns up the vibration a few settings and watches you writhe on the bed.

Taeyong: You look so fuckable, kitten.

Y/n: Only for you.

He smirks, starting to strip of his clothes because he's starting to feel too hot.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you moan loudly. Seeing him naked isn't anything new to you, but he surely takes your breath away every time.

He increases the speed and intensity of the vibrating dildo to it's highest setting. He holds your legs against your chest as you squirm from the overstimulation.

Y/n: Fuck! Too much!

He leans down to kiss you, muffling your screams as his hands leave bruises on the back of your thighs.

He can feel you trying to push him away with your legs, but the way they're shaking makes it impossible to use any strength you had left.

He uses one arm to hold your legs while the other pushes the dildo deeper, hitting the spot you needed it the most. You grab at the sheets as you cum again, toes curling from the pleasure.

Taeyong: Such a good kitten. Now get on your knees and suck Master's fucking cock.

He takes the dildo out of your pussy and turns it off, leaving it on the nightstand. He helps you off the bed and sits on the edge, you kneeling in front of him.

You don't even wait for another command and grab his cock, slapping your face with it.

Taeyong: Fucking hell, kitten. You're so nasty.

You take all of him into your mouth, using your hand when you couldn't fit the rest. Your other hand plays with his balls while your tongue coats the underside of his cock with spit.

Your chin gets covered in your own slob mixed with his pre-cum. Your eyes slightly tear up, and the sight excites your boyfriend more than anything.

Taeyong: Oh, fuck!

You bob your head up and down as far as you could go. He grabs your hair to ground himself. He was starting to feel submissive himself, so he does the natural thing - fucks into your mouth.

You rest your arms behind your back and let him slam his hips against your face. His balls smack the bottom of your chin and his tip hits the back of your throat.

Taeyong: Look at you, my own, personal fleshlight. I bought one, yet your mouth easily replaces it.

You look up at him, which proves to work since he spills his cum down your throat.

Taeyong: You're such a good kitten.

He's breathing heavily when you pull your mouth off his dick with a pop. You rest your head on his thigh, looking up at him with a smile.

Taeyong: Did you really think that was the end, kitten?

You widen your eyes when he pulls you onto his lap. He slams his cock into your pussy, taking you by surprise.

How the fuck was he still hard and horny?

Y/n: S'Too much, Master!

Taeyong: Is it, kitten? You know what word you have to say if you want me to stop.

You shake your head, burying your face in his neck as he continues abusing your swollen cunt.

Your nails dig into his back when your next orgasm hits while he cums deep inside you.

You are so exhausted, you don't register that he's pulled out and let you rest on the bed. He wipes you clean before himself, coming back to cuddle you.

Taeyong: You okay, beautiful?

Y/n: Mhm.

He chuckles, kissing the back of your shoulder.

Taeyong: Can't speak, hm? How about I put on your favorite Disney movie before bed?

You nod, enjoying the way you both take care of each other.

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a/n: what is your guys' favorite disney movie? mine's a tie between starstruck and the hsm franchise (not the show)! anyway, thank you for reading! ‹𝟹

[phoxphenex]

hellooo !!! can I request being a secret admirer for TAEYONG. pls no more angst 😭🙏🏻

when you’re taeyong’s secret admirer texts

[jaerontaemo]

Loml i swear.

[00127am]

"eyes on me. you don't want to miss the star of the show, do you?"

@ st☆roftheshow frontman and lead singer of NINETY5, lee taeyong has never had any problems attracting the spotlight. or keeping it centered on him for that matter. until a fancam of the band's bassist, you, goes viral. after that, he's having a much harder time remaining the star of the show (and keeping his heart in check, isn't there some golden rule against falling for bandmates?).

@ information [🎧] rockstar! lee taeyong & afab! bassist! reader genre fluff, band au, rivals to lovers but are they really rivals or are they just in love with one another? warnings cursing status three chapters! updates every thursday! word count pending... ⤷ taglist always open! NINETY5 discography

@ masterlist @ ♡♡♡♡ @ soundtrack

user st☆roftheshow's posts C01. soundcheck C02. title track C03. encore

taglist. @222brainrot @evilsailorsenshi @marvelous-llama @ikozen thank you for supporting st☆r of the show! ♡

🧾 © 00127am 2024

[macaroni-sly]

Taeyong - 미슐랭 오마카세! Tap tap tap… Tapping on 👅 | 김동 이동의 먹2U EP.1

[cancersole]

Nothing but the Best

[sunshyni]

sugar rush ride | lty

w.c: 1.2k | avisos: nenhum | notas: sim, eu escrevi isso quando “Sugar Rush Ride” do txt lançou há 1 ano atrás, mas tô postando agora por causa dos posts recentes de idols vestindo jaquetas de f1. A escrita pode estar diferente do usual e tem muito mais descrição do que diálogo, mas espero que vocês gostem!

Boa leitura, docinhos! 🏁

Você apertou os olhos, seu olho direito estava posicionado atrás do visor da câmera profissional, a cena à sua frente parecia uma tela manchada por bisnagas de cores diferentes antes de ajustar a lente, e tornar o cenário finalmente nítido, você não se importou com a paisagem da fotografia porque estava apenas testando o foco da máquina, porém tão logo o botão do obturador foi acionado e ele se expandiu para voltar à posição retraída de sempre, uma figura parcialmente da sua altura se pôs ao seu lado, contemplando o retrato com você.

— Eu também acho que sou bonito em qualquer enquadramento — Você se deparou com um Taeyong graciosamente convencido do seu rosto de proporções perfeitas, podia não estar de acordo com cálculos matemáticos, mas você preferia compartilhar aquela beleza com um grupo limitado de pessoas, certamente, caso contrário, a esfera científica entraria em colapso, até mesmo sua cicatriz não podia ser estabelecida feito uma “falha”, nenhuma cicatriz deveria.

Na fotografia, Taeyong piscava para a câmera, seus lábios suavemente rosados, por outro lado, excessivamente tentadores acompanhavam o canto da sua boca, formando um meio sorriso espirituoso, você correspondeu o sorriso risonhamente, emitindo um som esquisito como se não conseguisse conter a emoção de revê-lo após pouco menos de uma década, você afastou a câmera presa ao seu corpo por uma alça em torno do seu pescoço, e o abraçou de forma gentil, você sentiu seu corpo ir de vibrante e cheio de energia para um estado desfalecido quando ele envolveu-lhe a cintura com os braços, até então o clima quente da Itália não era um incomodo, agora você tinha esse palpite de que não existia como se sentir mais lânguida.

— A gente não se vê desde a formatura do ensino médio — Você colocou a mão na nuca porque Taeyong pareceu fungar o local sem muito se acanhar, deveria ter sido um movimento discreto, no entanto os pelos do seu pescoço se eriçaram de uma maneira nem um pouco cuidadosa.

— Você também não apareceu em nenhuma das reuniões com o pessoal da sala — Você não tinha dúvidas da ausência dele porque compareceu à todas as reuniões esperando que ele estivesse lá, você estava no auge da expectativa nos dois primeiros anos que se sucederam pós-formatura, suas mãos suavam e tremiam toda vez que alguém adentrava no restaurante familiar chinês acionando o sino da porta, você caia na ilusão de que encontraria o garoto de grandes olhos escuros, todavia isso nunca aconteceu. O tempo passou, você envelheceu e aqueles hormônios adolescentes costumeiros cederam lugar a monotonia que os encontros eram.

— Sabe como é, eu estive ocupado trocando 4 pneus num piscar de olhos — Você não demorou muito para constatar que ele trabalhava na garagem, pra dizer a verdade, combinava com ele, no ensino médio, Taeyong não estava numa colocação excelente, todavia isso não significava que ele não ocupava um lugar importante na hierarquia escolar, Taeyong costumava ser tão adaptável que ele poderia conviver facilmente com o aluno mais encrenqueiro do colégio e o líder de um dos clubes de estudo ao mesmo tempo, sem menção a conflitos. Fato é que a atenção de Taeyong se desviava dos livros os quais ele julgava enfadonhos para modelos de carros atuais e velozes, além disso, ele sempre dava um jeito de converter um problema matemático para algo relacionado à veículos, você até chegou a pensar na probabilidade dele se tornar um professor estrela da matéria.

— Tá brincando! — Foram as únicas palavras que você conseguiu verbalizar.

— Eu nunca brincaria com você — Ele disse com firmeza, você tinha se esquecido de como era mergulhar naqueles olhos brilhantes, responsáveis por tornar a tarefa de apontar o final da íris e o começo da pupila muito mais difícil que o normal, era tão bonito observar como as duas partes se mesclavam, reluzindo sua imagem perfeitamente que você se deixa ser enfeitiçada com facilidade, como se você tivesse consciência de que não deveria nadar até o fundo do mar, mas a linha do horizonte é tão atrativa que é melhor ceder a todas as suas convicções éticas. Mesmo sabendo do que Taeyong é capaz de estimular no seu interior, você simplesmente não conseguiu evitar ser pega por aquelas duas bolinhas de gude.

— Vou te mostrar uma coisa — Ele segurou sua mão e te conduziu por um caminho conhecido pelo autódromo repleto de visitantes turistas, você se deixou ser arrastada até uma área de acesso privativo, confiando cegamente no seu guia particular, em parte porque não havia mais para onde fugir, em parte porque andar apressado com Taeyong na sua cola era uma experiência inédita e você queria aproveitar cada momento disso. Você sorriu nervosamente com a visão do circuito normalmente ostentando carros de F-1 competindo uns com os outros, Taeyong permitiu que você recuasse dois passos pequenos para então te puxar para si como se seu peso fosse equivalente ao de uma pena.

— Taeyong, eu me recuso — Como um corredor desajuizado, ele ignorou sua renúncia. Seu coração batia forte como se estivesse no início de uma tortuosa overdose de açúcar, a proximidade entre vocês definitivamente não ajudava, uma vozinha maligna te dizia com o auxílio de uma frase clara o que você deveria fazer, entretanto você não tinha determinação bastante para agir de acordo com seus desejos. Você achou que Taeyong fosse um médium, porque ele persuadia sua parte decorosa, esperando que aquela tensão explodisse feito plástico-bolha.

Vocês não entraram num automóvel profissional, mas Taeyong acelerou o máximo que pode, você achou que fosse vomitar, todavia seu cérebro e consequentemente corpo estavam imersos numa nuvem de adrenalina que todos os seus pensamentos eram de viés único, não haviam curvas como naquele circuito, tratava-se de apenas uma estrada retilínea onde limites de velocidade eram um desrespeito para os motoristas.

Respirar já não era mais uma atividade involuntária e inconsciente assim que vocês deixaram o veículo, os cabelos claros de Taeyong estavam desalinhados como se (Sua mente não deixava de ressaltar) traquinagens tivessem sido feitas, um sorriso largo brincava-lhe no rosto, os olhos negros penetrantes tinham os seus sempre muito atentos, ele te puxou para trás de uma pilastra preservando alguma privacidade enquanto ambos tentavam inutilmente recuperar o fôlego, afinal, desejo é alimentado por respirações descompassadas e sorrisos sem o menor motivo.

Você se retesou quando Taeyong tirou com gentileza a câmera até então pendurada no seu pescoço, não deveria soar tão promíscuo, porém você sentia como se sua camiseta estivesse sendo descartada por cima da sua cabeça, seu corpo se arrepiou com um efêmero roçar de dedos na sua pele e sua pulsação deliciosamente acelerou quando um dos braços dele a enlaçou pela cintura, ao passo que a mão livre segurava a máquina fotográfica, se sua alma romperia da sua carne logo após a morte, aquele era o momento perfeito para isso acontecer.

“Minha nossa, eu tô vendo estrelas”.

A mão de Taeyong apertava sua cintura e você pensou que o fim realmente estaria batendo à porta caso seus lábios não se encontrassem com volúpia, por isso o fez, optando por uma doce e lenta morte. Cada parte do seu ser pinicava como se formigas transitassem livremente por você, e somente a calidez de Taeyong poderia salvá-la dessa sensação incômoda, então vocês precisavam estar o mais próximos que as barreiras têxteis permitissem.

— Você disse que nunca brincaria comigo — Seu sussurro foi quase inaudível.

Taeyong esbanjou um sorriso diabólico.

— Eu mudei de ideia.

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

(he's) my work crush!!

↖ navigation: nct masterlist || main masterlist

pairing: co-worker/ crush! taeyong x gn! reader

↬ tags: colleagues au!, two silly people crushing on each other (my one sided delusion has allowed me to write this), ft tyong's friend doyoung at the very end through a single text

summary: work crushes do make your time at work a whole lot better!

word count: 634 words

“fancy meeting you here!”

you nearly dropped your phone and at the smooth, baritone voice from behind you. almost immediately, your entire body awakens at his mere closeness.

taeyong waves at you, eyes crinkling up as he moves to stand beside you.

you gave him a quick once over: clad in a simple button down and slacks, he always looked neat and tidy, his leather workbag slung on the right side of his body. his bright personality was infectious and paired with a smart-looking set of glasses, he was very easy on the eyes.

you subtly straightened your clothing and hair, hoping you didn’t appear too messy before him.

“yeah…! i saw that you were quite busy and assumed you might have to work overtime today.” taeyong was a new transfer to your department; placed in team 3, you occasionally saw him around, but never once interacted much beyond a "hi" or "bye".

you recall the first time you properly talked to taeyong: he sat beside you on one particularly crowded day at the staff canteen and for the sake of small talk you chatted with him since you two weren't exactly strangers. to your surprise, you two had hit it off well, having many topics to share about (talking smack about the company was a common one).

from then, taeyong became a constant partner during lunch hours...and you developed a tiny crush on him. after the first chance meeting, it was as if he had purposely found his way to you, catching you in the shared pantry, actively asking you for directions and bumping into you by the lifts; eventually you got comfortable with him.

as he clears his throat, you were pulled out of your revere and you noticed the sheepish smile on his face, explaining, “well, i was tryna pack my bag faster because...i...uh...was hoping to walk with you to the bus stop when work ended.”

getting flustered at the realization he was expecting you, you nodded in affirmation. taeyong pulled out his phone, thumbs busy tapping away. you took this moment to look away, trying to compose yourself in front of him.

“by the way, your bus is coming soon. mine’s two minutes after yours.” taeyong leans towards you, tilting his phone so you could see the timings for yourself. you couldn't help but inhale deeply, his signature cologne a nice welcome amidst all the dust and smoke of your surroundings.

“mhm. thanks for telling me.” you met his gaze and he grinned, "no worries. you do that for me all the time." that was true: often times you'd find taeyong scrambling to settle the last bit of his work, being new to the department and all. because you were already searching for the bus timings, you helped him out too.

"oh! there's your bus."

a sigh left your lips unconsciously, "thanks for waiting with me." he reciprocates the gesture, "i'll see you tomorrow...?" his eyes sparked with hope and anticipation and you hid a pleased smile, "yeah i'll see you tomorrow."

you board on the bus, slipping your headphones on to drown out the noises of the growing crowd. your gaze lands on taeyong standing outside the bus and he shoots you a warm smile, waving goodbye as the bus pulls out of the driveway. unable to contain the growing flush that is warming you from head to toe, you revel in the fact you did manage to catch him, even if it was a short moment.

"see you tomorrow..."

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taeyong watches forlornly as your bus trundles away, a wide smirk touching his lips. fingers flying across his phone screen, he hurriedly texts his friend while he flags down his bus.

taeyong: guess who i saw at the bus stop today??! my work crush!!

doyoung: SPILL THE BEANS.

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