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“Yoongi, I finished inputting data for the Im account. I was about to start on Kang, but I’m missing a few documents.”
My heels clicked against the linoleum as I crossed the small office. Yoongi looked up upon my approach. His eyes tired as he blinked away his exhaustion to give me his full attention.
“Mmm. What are you missing?”
“Exclusions and endorsements for the following policy period. I’m pretty sure this one is old.”
He held his hand out for my stack. I gave them up, letting him glance over what I had while I looked up at the clock. 9 PM. He sighed.
“Yeah I think Eunsuk has them. At least, it was his account before it was given to you. Just leave it for now.”
I took it back, not too happy to be leaving it for the moment. Not because it was urgent by any means, but because it was the last account I had to do for the time being. Which meant I didn’t have anything else to do and I would be made to go home. Err, well, Yoongi would ask me to. He’d been trying to get me to go home all evening, but I had refused. Telling him that there were several things I wanted to finish up and it wasn’t a big deal for me to stay anyway.
And that was the truth. If only half of it. The other reason I wanted to stay was because Yoongi was. He almost always stayed late during the week, so I supposed it wasn’t unusual to find him here. Except that it was a holiday weekend. He stretched in his seat in front of me, long fingers reaching up to pull his glasses off his nose to rub his eyes. His dirty blonde hair brushing back as he ran a hand through it, only to fall forward again once released. It was a new color on him. Very different from the jet black he’d had since I started at this company.
Different, but sexy. He looked good in blonde. My cubicle mate, Hanna, was convinced that he must have gone through a breakup of some sort because according to her, “men like him don’t just dye their hair out of nowhere”.
“Is that the last of your stuff?”
I snapped out of my, what could probably be considered inappropriate, ogling to meet his dark eyes.
“Oh, yeah.” I admitted a little reluctantly.
“Good. You should get home then. It’s late and it is Christmas Eve.”
“Aren’t you- I mean, do you still have quite a bit left?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’m about halfway through this one and then I’ve got to finish the Park account by Monday.”
Park. That was one of our biggest clients. If he tried to finish all of that by himself he’d be here for hours.
“Why don’t I help?”
He glanced up at me, looking a little surprised I had even offered.
“I mean, with two people divvying up the work, it should go by faster. I’d hate to think you had to spend any more time here than necessary when you could be home with your family.”
I tried to subtly slide the inquiry into the statement. According to Hanna, it was obvious how infatuated I was with Yoongi. No matter how much I tried to brush it off and insist it was only because I respected him. And that was the truth. I did respect Yoongi a lot. He wasn’t my boss, but I’d do anything he asked me to. He was a good employee and an even better coworker. Maybe my feelings did extend a bit beyond the scope of simply respect, but that was secret I intended to take to my grave.
I wasn’t… the typical type of girl men like him went for anyways. I’d always erred more on the curvier side of the spectrum of body types. It didn’t matter how much I dieted or the amount of times I went to the gym every week, part of me was thicker and would always be thicker.
Yoongi’s lips curled up in a faint smile.
“I appreciate the thought, but I don’t have a family back home to go to. It’s just me.”
“Oh.” I tried to be nonchalant about it, but to my ears, it came out more intrigued than anything.
“But I’m sure you have a lovely boyfriend at home waiting for you.”
I stared at him even as he slid his glasses back on and looked back down at his computer screen. Was he fishing like I had been? Suddenly I was filtering through past conversations wondering if I had ever said anything that would make him believe I was seeing anyone. I shook my head, laughing under my breath.
“I don’t have a boyfriend. Just me at home.”
One of his shapely brows lifted, followed by his eyes peering at me over the frame of his glasses.
“Really? I definitely thought you to be too beautiful for someone to not be greeting you when you came home.”
I nearly choked on my own spit. The poor papers in my hands crumpling as I curled them into fists. Eyes widening and brain buffering to determine whether my ears had deceived me or not. Yoongi’s amusement told me I had not. I avoided his gaze as my cheeks heated. The last thing I needed was for him to realize how flustered he made me.
“A-anyway, I can stay. If you’d like some help.”
“Well, since you’re offering. I’ll accept graciously.”
“Great. I’ll get us some coffee.” I mumbled.
Turning on my heel, I made a beeline for my desk to drop off the papers that were a little worse for wear now before continuing onto the break room. I took a deep breath, my cheeks puffing out with my exhale as I picked the little red topped cup I noticed Yoongi almost always chose himself. Courtesy of my observant nature when it came to him one afternoon when Hanna and I had been in here together making tea for ourselves. Yoongi had greeted us politely, opening a cabinet right above my head and immediately going for them.
Then again a couple of days later while I was having lunch. Same red top. I might have also noticed that we bought more of that specific line to replace often than any of the others. God there really was something wrong with me. I sighed popping it into the Keurig to brew. I fanned my cheeks hoping to get rid of some of the redness. He couldn’t just say things like that. Otherwise, I’d take them the wrong way. And clearly, I didn’t need help feeding my obsession. But at least I’d managed to score a couple more hours with him. I suppose I would need them when I left here to spend the rest of the holiday weekend alone in an empty apartment. I used the few minutes I could to calm down. Pouring him and myself a mug I replaced the carafe and walked back into the main office. Yoongi had already returned to his work, focus drilled into the account displayed in front of him even as I set his coffee beside him.
“Thank you.” He murmured, pulling the cup a little closer to him before gesturing to the next cubicle over. “Pull up a chair. Make yourself comfortable. We’ll be here for a while.”
Happily, I dragged a free chair over to the edge of his desk. Making sure I could still see his screen too if I needed. But that also meant we were a lot closer than either of us had been to one another before. His knee bumping into mine any time he turned to far to his left. The arms of our chairs pressed to one another and my elbow nudging his. Hoping to distract myself, I picked up the file he had for Park, sorting through it. We worked in silence for a bit. Neither of us saying much while we double checked paperwork and made sure it transferred into the system correctly.
“I have an endorsement that was made for this year’s renewal that’ll increase their premium. Is it included in the policy?”
I leaned a little closer to him so I could see the computer screen a little better. Moving back again to sift through the pile of papers I had scattered across my lap. But I didn’t have anything that discussed the change. I shook my head.
“No, it’s not-“
My words fizzled into nothing when I looked up at Yoongi. He had leaned closer while I had been searching. Eyes scanning every document over my shoulder as I had looked through them. His face impossibly close. I could have fainted at how beautiful he was. Even being tired, the way his eyes blinked oh so slowly and remained half lidded was alluring. The soft slope of his nose that caused his glasses to slip down almost more often than they perched correctly. Long fingers lifting to push them back into place. His lips were wet, an indication that he had indulged in his habit of licking them any time he was thinking hard about something.
“Is everything alright?”
“Hmm?” I hummed dreamily, trailing my eyes back to his to find him eyeing me curiously.
I jolted back to my senses. My knee banging into the side of his desk eliciting a hiss from me. A noise of surprise left him, his curiosity turning to concern.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine!” I answered a bit too quickly, adjusting myself to create some distance between us. “I don’t have a page disclosing the changes. We’ll have to print one.”
His expression turned dubious, as if he didn’t believe that I was fine, but turned back to his computer anyway. A few quick clicks and he was printing what I needed. I used the excuse of grabbing the paper to get away for a second. Doing my best to ignore the ache in my knee with every step. Ugh, I was pathetic really. I couldn’t be more obvious if I tried. I just prayed Yoongi wasn’t reading into things too much. Him thinking I was weird; I could live with. Him finding out just how completely smitten I was with him?
I might as well start digging my own grave.
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I stifled my fourth yawn in the last thirty minutes. My eyes drifting to the clock on the wall to see it was almost 11:30. Way too late for me to be catching my usual bus home. Yoongi followed my gaze to the clock, releasing a soft sigh.
“We can stop here for the night.”
“Are you sure? I can knock back another coffee and keep going.”
He shook his head. “Nah. There’s not much left anyway. I can finish this early Monday morning.”
I frowned, a bit disappointed, but I couldn’t exactly tell him I wasn’t tired. My eyes were finding it hard to stay open. I stood as he did, averting my gaze as he stretched so I wouldn’t have to see his shirt molding to his upper body. I pushed the chair I had been using back where I got it from as he powered down his computer. I was a little unsteady on my feet on my way back to my desk to gather my things. The heels not helping and feeling heavier than they usually did on my feet. I didn’t notice Yoongi following me until he held his arm out with my coat as an offering. I thanked him, slipping it on and grabbing my purse next.
“How are you getting home?”
“Oh, um…”
“You usually take the bus, right?”
“How did you know?”
“I’ve seen you getting on and off a couple of times.”
He’s seen me? I would have bet he hadn’t known how I got to and from work. Any time I arrived he was already here seemingly long before me and always stayed much later than I usually did.
“Come on. I’ll take you home.”
I stifled my surprise at his offer. Following him as he started leaving without waiting for my answer.
“Wait, I can’t ask you-“
“Do you have another ride?”
“Well, no.”
“Then I might as well. Besides, I don’t mind.”
I agreed, if only because I really didn’t know how else I would get home. I could have called someone, maybe Hanna, but I would have felt awful dragging her out of her house on Christmas Eve to come get me. So, I quietly fell into step with Yoongi, trying really hard to not think about being alone in a car with him. Not to mention he’s going to find out where I live. Which is more information than a majority of our other coworkers knew about me. Yoongi’s car wasn’t what I expected. Although now that I’m thinking about it, I didn’t know for sure what I was expecting. But it was spotless. To the point where I wondered if it was brand new. Slipping inside I couldn’t help but sneak a look into the backseat. Also just as spotless.
“Something wrong?” Yoongi asked, looking back there himself just as I turned back around.
“No. I guess I’m just surprised at how clean it is. Don’t most guys keep at least a spare set of shoes or a gym bag or something in the back?”
He chuckled, shrugging. “Maybe. But I’m not most guys. Then again, you already knew that.”
My breath caught as he shut the door behind him. Feline-like eyes flitting over to me smugly.
“I- what?”
“I noticed you watch me a lot.” He titled his head. “Is it because you’re simply curious, or something more?”
I tried hard to fight the blush. Being called out so bluntly was true Yoongi fashion, but I wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of it.
“Something more like what?” I laughed nervously, attempting to play off the suddenly tense atmosphere.
He had ditched his glasses back in the office. Leaving no barrier between the intensity of his gaze and my own. I was so used to seeing them on him, but he was just as handsome without them. Maybe even more so. Though I’d be hard pressed to choose. His tongue poked against the inside of his cheek before slipping out to wet his lips like I had seen him do a million times before. The habit that wreaks me a million times over every time he does it.
“I think you’ve known me long enough to know I don’t like tip toeing around an issue, so I’ll be honest for the sake of not wasting each other’s time. I’m… attracted to you, to put it mildly. I won’t lie and say that the glances you sneak at me every day haven’t been wishful thinking on my part whether they mean more than just innocent observation. At least, I’m hoping not.”
I swallowed hard, words leaving me as I absorbed everything he was disclosing to me.
“I didn’t miss the way you just knew what kind of coffee I drink. Or how you kept using work as an excuse to stay with me tonight. And it damn sure didn’t escape me how flustered you were earlier sitting next to me.”
His voice dropped lower with every exposure. All the things I had thought I’d been sly about throughout the evening. I should have known Yoongi would notice. Nothing ever got past him. He shifted in his seat, leaning into his elbow perched on the middle console as another smug smirk quirked one edge of his lips. Deliciously damp lips. That were pink and soft looking.
“Am I wrong?” He purred, eyes roaming my features and possibly lingering on my mouth like I was his.
Though he phrased it as a question. Something in me told me he knew he wasn’t. I slowly shook my head, the movement feeling disembodied even as his smirk widened, flashing a gummy smile that utterly melted me.
“I didn’t say anything earlier because I was worried it would be wildly inappropriate for me to ask in the office. Not to mention I had to be sure first, but I’d give anything to be able to kiss you right now.”
“We’re technically not in the office anymore.” I whispered, leaning into him before I could chicken out.
“That we’re not.” He murmured, closing the distance between us.
I could have died and gone to heaven with the way it felt to kiss him. Months I had spent day dreaming of what it would feel like and now I was actually experiencing it. His lips were soft. Thicker than I had thought them to be, but they felt perfect against my own. The butterflies it sent fluttering within me flapping that much harder when his hand came up to cup the back of my neck. His thumb hooking under my jaw to tilt my head just enough to the side for him to deepen the kiss. This was a fantasy come true for me. Although none of my fantasies had ever taken place in his car, it didn’t matter to me.
I fell into his kiss. Refusing to let the two of us part for even a moment in case it turned out to be a dream. I wouldn’t put it past my lonely self to have conjured something like this up. It wouldn’t be the first time and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last either. As if testing it, I reached out to wrap my fingers around the fabric of Yoongi’s coat. The thick material feeling real enough, but I wasn’t entirely convinced. Letting my hand wander, I slipped my fingers under it, trailing them across his button-up and soaking in the warmth his skin offered beneath it. He pulled back reluctantly, his breaths coming out just a little harsher much like mine.
“We should stop now otherwise I won’t be able to.”
Somewhere deep within me, some part of me might have been screaming at me to heed his advice. That if I let things continue there was a chance I might regret it later. The problem though was that the rest of me squandered that voice, and I was positive that even if nothing besides this one night happened between us, I wouldn’t regret it. Not even a little.
“Don’t stop.”
Secretly hoping he wouldn’t insist we stop; I pulled him to me again. This kiss was feverish. My body floating on cloud nine still in disbelief that I was kissing Yoongi. And he was kissing back. Some of my most frequent daydreams playing out right now. I can’t believe I was getting a chance to taste those same lips I watched him lick so many times over. His lips slot with mine perfectly, never letting more than an inch or two between us in any given moment even as he helped me shed his coat. The cramped space making the task ten times harder than it should be. The sharp sound of his horn pierced the empty parking garage, his elbow laying into it while he fought to rid himself of his coat. I couldn’t help but laugh when we both jumped, our eyes immediately scanning the vicinity even though the chances of anyone else being around this late on Christmas Eve was slim.
“Maybe we should move to the back. There’s more room.” I suggested, hoping this was still going where I thought it was.
“Yeah.” He agreed, glancing back there and nodding. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”
I thought there would be more room to maneuver and in theory, I suppose there was a little without the obstruction of separate seats, console, and steering wheel, but the space was still cramped leaving Yoongi and I no other choice except to practically be on top of one another. Not that I was complaining. Especially as his lean body hovered over mine, connecting our mouths while I tried to discard my own coat. As much as I wanted to savor this experience and fully explore Yoongi while I could, the location we decided upon wasn’t exactly practical for that type of lovemaking.
My desire for him ran beyond the point of simply waiting. If I really thought about it, I could probably say that I’d been waiting for months. Even when I tried to distract myself with all those awful social group dates Hanna would drag me to on occasion, everything just came back to Yoongi. He filled my mind during the day when I was forced to work in such close proximity to him and filled my dreams at night when I went home alone. It didn’t matter how much I tried to deny it any time Hanna brought it up, Yoongi was the one man I was convinced I would never have.
At least, I thought so.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, lips alighting every inch of my skin he exposed as he unbuttoned my top.
He dragged his lips over the swells of my breasts, tongue darting out for a taste and leaving me in shambles. Thinking it a little unfair that I was the only one mildly exposed, I reached for him, my shaky fingers trying to make quick work of the buttons of his own shirt. He didn’t seem to mind my struggle, taking the extra minutes it afforded him to worship more of my body with his mouth while tugging my top off me. My breath left me on a harsh exhale when he sank his teeth into the flare of my hips. Not because it hurt, but the way the action itself was so primal, as if he were marking me, skyrocketed my arousal. Something about him laying his claim incredibly sexy. He groaned, sucking on the skin he nibbled on, his hands making quick work to rid me of my pants. I haphazardly kicked my heels off, letting them fall into the floorboard.
“This really wasn’t how I expected tonight to go.” He admitted, chuckling under his breath.
“Me neither.”
Yoongi ditched my pants, leaning forward to plant another hard kiss against my lips before pulling away again.
“Before we get too far into this, I want to tell you that I had planned on asking you to spend Christmas day with me.”
“You can still ask me.” I laughed, working to unbuckle his belt. “Later.”
“Later is good. I’m okay with later.”
I raised my head to meet him this time. Every kiss we shared should have made him more real. Instead, I still felt as if this was some dream I’d wake up from any second. My hands sought him out, touching the bare skin of his chest and sides letting his warmth seep into me. Something I wouldn’t feel if this was simply a dream. I shouldn’t have been able to feel the chill of the air either, but even that was beginning to quickly dissipate with our bodies so close to one another.
Suddenly, Yoongi cursed against my lips.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“My purse. There’s one in the side pocket if you can reach it up front.”
I let him go long enough for him to stretch between the seats, grabbing my bag from the front floorboard.
“I don’t know whether I should be grateful or not.” He teased, biting his bottom lip to fight the smile forming. “Do you do this often enough to warrant keeping condoms on hand?”
I smacked his side. “Of course not. I like to be safe, not sorry. You could at least be thankful that I was prepared. You weren’t.”
“You’re right. I’ll be sure to carry one with me around you from now on.”
“You cheeky jerk.”
He laughed, finally finding what he was looking for. He tore it open, tossing the wrapper away claiming he’ll find it later. He didn’t bother undressing all the way. He only pushed his trousers down enough to free himself before sliding the thin piece of rubber over his length. My excitement buzzed in my lower abdomen like a live wire. Because it had been a while since I’d had sex, or just because it was Yoongi, I couldn’t say for sure, but I’d be willing to bet that it was mostly Yoongi.
“You’re sure?”
“I didn’t get naked with you in the backseat of your car to back out now.”
He chuckled, settling himself as comfortably as he could between my thighs with the minimal space we had.
“Man, you’re feisty when you’re horny. I kind of like it.”
I could have snapped back at him, but he chose that second to press against my opening. The head of his cock nudging against me, stretching me for the rest of him. I bit my lip hard, stifling any comeback I might have managed. Nothing but a soft moan leaving me as he filled me. His tongue darted out to wet his lips again, one hand wrapping behind my knee to spread me wider, hooking my calf in front of the driver’s seat. The additional room allowed him to push into me deeper, his hips nearly flush with mine.
“We’re going to have to choose our next location better.” He groaned, slowly retreating before sinking into me again. “I know you can take more of me.”
I nodded, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. The ache inside me was unbearable, the need for release leaving me desperate. I couldn’t do much else other than beg him to fuck me. I could worry about taking it slow another time. Yoongi’s mouth attached to mine again, swallowing my wanton cries for him to go faster. One of his hands gripped my thigh, keeping me open and still for his hips to drive into my own, his other palm hit the door behind my head to support himself while his cock ruined me.
I whimpered into him, that sinful tongue of his tracing the fullness of my bottom lip before he bit it much like he had my hip earlier. It was too much and not enough all at once. He drilled into me, almost completely dressed while I laid almost completely bare under him. Fucking me in his car that was parked in a public space under the very building we worked in. A fact that I was sure would be obvious with how the car rocked with his rough thrusts and the windows fogged with our heavy breathing. If anyone cared to be around at this hour and stumbled upon us, they would know.
That thought was more exciting than it was terrifying. Soft curses left his lips, the fingers wrapped around my thigh digging in harder and every stroke of his hips into mine became frantic. His cock swelling within me, stretching me more and leaving me full of him. There was nothing left of me except him. Where I ended, he began. In body and heart. My feelings for him had extended beyond a mere crush for a while. I just hadn’t realized the extent of it until now.
“Yoongi.” My voice came out broken, the pleasure he inflicted affecting me down to my vocal cords.
“I know baby. Me too.” He murmured, kissing me again.
He let go of my leg, slipping his hand between our bodies in search of my clit. The long fingers I watched readjust his glasses hundreds of times before swirling over my most sensitive flesh, coaxing my orgasm from me. I choked on that wave of release, my knees locking around his hips to keep him there as he drank in my cries. His hips stuttered, fighting against my hold before he spilled into the condom, a groan maybe even louder than mine leaving him. He dropped his head onto my shoulder, panting heavily. We both laid there, neither of us willing to pull away just yet.
It wasn’t exactly comfortable, and I could feel just how much of a mess I was down there, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d probably gladly lay for the rest of my life if it meant I wouldn’t have to let him go. I sighed softly, running my fingers through his hair. He hummed, turning his head to run kisses up my neck and jaw before finding my lips.
“Come back to my place. Stay the night with me and tomorrow too.”
“It technically is tomorrow.” I giggled, noticing how it was well past midnight now.
“Then spend today with me and I can have tomorrow still.”
“You want to spend your whole break with me?”
“I’d like to spend the rest of my year with you. Maybe even the next one too.”
“That’s a lot of time together you know. We’ll be seeing each other at work and outside of it.”
He smirked, brushing a piece of hair away from my face.
“Good. Maybe that means I won’t miss you so much anymore.”