Caramel Cappucino-Au!Office fic
Title: Caramel Cappucino
Rating: NC-17 (F-locked on Jaeho detox, unlocked at myjournal and at Hug/Starcandy)
Characters: DBSK, all will appear during the course of the series, Suju cameos.
Pairings: Jaexmany
Summary: Au! Office fic. Jaejoong is the new boy at Park Pictures, but his boss never shows his face. Jaejoong is determined to find out why.
A/N: Most likely the start of a new series of one-shots that connect focused around Jae and his office life. Also my excuse to write smut XD.
Jaejoong walked through the gigantic glass doors and tugged his collar subconsciously. His new job at Park Pictures seemed so much more daunting than the job advert and the quick interview he’d gone through over the phone. The ground floor was decorated with gifts and post movie and music productions by the company. As he emerged from the lift onto the 3rd floor, Jaejoong was amazed to see there were few desks on the floor, with a spacious glass office at the far end, though it was glazed so you couldn’t see inside. A man stood up and smiled at Jaejoong.“This is your desk, Kim Jaejoong right? I’m Han Kyung.”
Jaejoong’s desk was furthest away from the office and next to a window, a cactus with a sombrero smiling at him. Han Kyung started,
“Oh, sorry, I can remove that if you want, it’s mine.”
Jaejoong shook his head.
“No, it’s fine, I don’t mind plants.”
Han Kyung explained that Jaejoong was still on a months’ probation but that he should have no problems securing his job.
“The boss is actually really nice, as is our floor manager. He’s actually in charge of auditions and most of the big stars are let through after careful screening by him. He and the big Boss, Mr. Park , are really good friends.”
Han Kyung studied Jaejoong for a moment.
“I think you could be picked up as model. You have striking features, even with glasses.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“Thanks, but I prefer the privacy of office life.”
The days passed and Jaejoong watched young hopefuls come in and out of the glass office, some emerging with tears of joy, others of silent rage and frustrations. He never saw their floor boss, he was never over early to work; nor did he choose to work even later than expected. Even Han Kyung who was there at the most insane times and worked like a train every day, had only seen him a few times.
“He’s very nice, has a good sense of leadership and is very popular with the ladies. And of course, he knows who to pick.”
This just made Jaejoong more curious to find out about his mysterious employer and he started to stay back later each night (staying back late he could handle, waking up early was another thing) in order to catch a glimpse. The hours increased, one, two, three, four; Jaejoong rubbed his eyes and growled in frustration. Even Han Kyung had left two hours ago. It was past midnight and the lights in the glass office were still on. He contemplated going in to see the man, but the lack of topic and the fact he had gone in for a conversation near one in the morning would make him seem a complete freak.
“Screw it,” he muttered and stretched, the fabric of his shirt cool against his skin as he stretched, before putting on his jacket and leaving. As he stepped into the elevator he stuck his tongue out rather childishly at the mysterious glass office and made a face. The elevator doors closed behind him and the door to the office opened. The man smiled before turning the lights off.
Jaejoong snarled as he finished filing the latest pile of pointless documents that he’d been assigned by their floor manager (via email) and slumped back in his chair. Han Kyung stared at him sympathetically from his desk and shook his head.
“I can’t understand why he’d give you all the applicants we’ve ever had, to file in alphabetical order by sex and age.”
“I don’t care but I’m finally done! Done! It’s taken me half a day but it’s all done!”
Jaejoong stretched luxuriously and flicked back a strand of blond hair.
“I’m impressed, I couldn’t do it as fast as you. Want to go for dinner; I’m meeting someone from Marketing later.”
Jaejoong shook his head.
“No thanks, I’ll do some extra work.”
Han Kyung looked on in a mix of admiration and surprise as he began tidying his desk, adjusting the autographed picture of Choi Si Won.
“You’re getting famous here for staying overtime and working hard. Plus, your looks aren’t too bad either. You have a week left on probation don’t you?”
“Yeah, and if I do get the job I am getting rid of the ugly water cooler on our floor. It is the dingiest thing I’ve ever seen; the paper cups are faded and brown and the water tastes like fish.”
Han Kyung laughed as Jaejoong stuck pins rather viciously into the voodoo doll Eun Hyuk from the floor above had given him as a welcome present.
“That’s why we all drink caffeine,” said Han Kyung and pointed to his Starbucks. “The floor manager-Mr. Jung-likes a hot caramel cappuccino. Has one every night before he leaves- I see the empty cup in the morning in the bin.”
Jaejoong perked up.
Later that night he sat at his desk, watching and waiting for the drink to be delivered. It was near midnight. Surely Starbucks wasn’t open this late?! Jaejoong looked down at his bladder and back at the door. Then to his bladder. The door remained unopened.
“Damnit!” Jaejoong rushed out to the bathroom.
By the time he’d relieved himself the office lights were off except for the ones around his desk. The glass office was locked up. He’d missed him again. Jaejoong’s face fell. Making his way to the bin, there it was, the blasted coffee cup, the smell of caramel wafting up. The sneaky bastard. Jaejoong settled for dumping the cup in the recycling bin whilst making a great show of doing so. Hah. At least he was eco-friendly.
The next morning Jaejoong rose bright and early before the sun shone, to drive like a maniac down the empty streets to the office block, the guard greeting him with a drowsy hello. His floor was empty as was most of the building, the only people being the cleaners and a few celebrities who had early filming in the studio next door. As he passed movie star Choi Si Won (whom Han Kyung was obsessed with…Judging by the amount of pictures he had secretly taped inside his folders in addition to the autographed one), he heard a familiar engine roar and die-the boss was here. He peered out of the window to catch a glimpse of the elusive man, but just as the car door opened a crowd of paparazzi gathered.
‘No!’
Jaejoong screamed in his head and mimed throwing Han Kyung’s cactus at them. He moved from side to side trying to see him, but the men were busy fighting over him, cameras flashing, voices loud.
‘It’s too early in the morning….’ Thought Jaejoong irritably.
A gap in the crowd, dark sunglasses staring at him. Jaejoong blinked and the face was swallowed by the crowd and the man disappeared from sight-he was in the building. Finally! It was only then that Jaejoong realized he’d still been holding the cactus. Bollocks.
The clock rolled to twelve and the man still hadn’t come into the office. What the hell. Jaejoong muttered to himself and quickly finished off his homemade kimchi fried rice. Han Kyung-with his Beijing fried rice-stared at him.
“Are you ok? Maybe you’re overworking yourself.”
“Why isn’t he here yet? And why does he never show himself?” asked Jaejoong.
Han Kyung shrugged.
“I guess he likes his privacy. He used to be a singer but quit to go into management. I think it’s partly because Mr. Park asked him to help.”
“But as our boss he should show himself to his staff. I haven’t seen Mr. Park either…Only in pictures in the press. Why is everyone here so mysterious!?”
Han Kyung laughed and stole some of the kimchi rice.
“I’d be mysterious too if I was famous. I’d hate having stalkers and paparazzi following my every move.”
Mr. Jung still didn’t turn up after work was officially over and Jaejoong was losing hope. But only a little. At the old water cooler he met Junsu who worked on the floor below as a PR consultant.
“You’re still here? You’re definitely going to get the job now,” said Junsu cheerfully as he downed the water, before grimacing.
“Yeah, and maybe my boss will actually show his face,” muttered Jaejoong. Junsu grinned.
“Yunho just likes his privacy. I think he likes you, you work hard and he appreciates people who make an effort. He’s probably testing you.”
“You know him?” Jaejoong inched closer and narrowed his eyes. Junsu looked scared.
“Um…yes? Well, I’ve met him before…my cousin is Kim HeeChul the drama queen…He and Yunho are old friends. He helped me get a job here.”
“What does he look like?” Jaejoong had Junsu backed into a wall and the man giggled nervously as the blond scrutinized his face.
“Err…tall, small face, manly? I don’t know; this is weird!! He’s popular with girls!”
Jaejoong wasn’t listening.
“Ok…tall….small face…manly. Right, I know he has dark brown hair from this morning…taller than me…”
Junsu edged under and away.
“See you later!”
He scurried off leaving Jaejoong at the cooler to his own thoughts.
Once again the office was quiet, Han Kyung had left a post-it saying he’d left some fried rice in case he was hungry, but this time the lights were on in the glass office. An email awaited him and Jaejoong fell upon the computer, clicking it open.
Congratulations on your new job. You’re officially part of the company. Please come to my office.
-J.Y
Jaejoong could’ve whooped in triumph but instead settled for smiling like a maniac and pumping his fists. As he did a little victory (octopus) dance inside his head, he collided with the sharp corner of his desk and let out a small groan. He needed to stop dancing in reality too. It was proving quite hazardous. Holding his breath before the door, he did a last minute check up. His clothes were neat, his hair was tidy, he didn’t need the bathroom. Ok. Time to meet the evil weasel.
Pushing the door open his was greeted with the smell of a hot caramel cappuccino and he instinctively closed his eyes and smelt the aroma. A low chuckle greeted his ears and he coughed in embarrassment. The office was neat and modern, decorated in white and red with a poster of the latest movie plastered on the wall, the notice board filled with notes and pictures. There was a comfy looking sofa and a large wooden table near the windows which presented a beautiful skyline of Seoul. Jung Yunho reclined luxuriously in his chair, behind his glass desk, laptop on. Jaejoong looked down under the intensity upon which he was being regarded and fiddled with his thin scarf (not really for the weather-it was spring). Yunho had a well chiseled face, a strong jaw-line, and short brown hair.
“Congratulations Mr. Kim. You’ve got the job.” Such a low voice, but powerful.
Jaejoong bowed.
“Thank you Sir. I’ve enjoyed my time working here.”
Yunho smiled and beckoned him closer, stretching his arms. Jaejoong noticed he had well formed muscles, then chided himself, but couldn’t help sneaking a quick look.
“Yes, I see you like stabbing that voodoo doll of yours. Any reason why?”
“What?” Jaejoong stared at him. Yunho laughed and pointed at the glass walls. All were perfectly see through-from the inside. Which meant the man had been watching everyone, him, the whole time. Which meant he knew Jaejoong had been stalking-no, waiting to see him each night.
“Um…no reason.” He adjusted his glasses nervously.
‘Jump him, jump him’ said the voice in his head.
Yunho stood up and walked closer.
“Take them off.”
“Excuse me Sir?”
Yunho repeated himself and motioned at him. Jaejoong removed his glasses and stood silently.
“Yes…Just as I thought. Han Kyung and Junsu were correct.” He was standing so close, so close he could feel his breath through his shirt. Yunho studied his face and began circling him. Jaejoong looked at the floor.
“You’d make a fine model. Interested? We know how determined you can be.”
“I-” A hand wrapped itself around his waist and Jaejoong stiffened. Yunho laughed-that bastard-actually laughed at this.
“You have the looks. I think you’ll do well Jaejoong-sshi,” he whispered into Jaejoong’s ear.
“After all,”
His other hand was rubbing Jaejoong’s back and he arched involuntarily.
“I’ve seen how dedicated you are to this job.”
And suddenly his mouth was upon Jaejoong’s, hot and heavy. Jaejoong moaned and fisted his shirt, pressing his body against the taller man who grinned against his mouth and pulled him close.
“You’re too mysterious,” panted Jaejoong as Yunho’s teeth scraped against his neck.
“Wasn’t it worth the wait?” asked Yunho before flipping Jaejoong so he was facing the wall, pinning his hands, hips sliding infuriatingly against his bottom, the fabric between them creating a harsh friction.
“Sir, I don’t think this is appropriate,” squeezed out Jaejoong as Yunho ravished the side of his neck.
“I’m your boss,” came the reply and Jaejoong shut up. Yunho’s handsome face came into view and they were kissing again, Yunho moving Jaejoong so he was leaning on the table. Hands and bodies tangled, Yunho working off their jackets whilst pulling Jaejoong’s scarf.
“Someone may see.”
“Nobody except you stays this late.” Yunho sounded triumphant and Jaejoong half wanted to smack him. The other half wanted to be smacked. Their pants came off and landed in a pile by the window, Jaejoong’s shirt soon joining it. His fingers deftly worked the buttons of Yunho’s shirt, stopping only when he felt a tongue swivel around a nipple; the moan stifled by his palm.
“Sensitive.”
Yunho smirked. Sexy. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive nipple, Jaejoong arching into him, hands raking his hair. Yunho could feel his erection rubbing against his. Oh so needy, so wanton, so sexy. The blond moaned louder as he blew on it, watching it darken and harden.
“Tease,” Jaejoong pouted.
“Stalker.” Yunho yanked Jaejoong’s boxers off and he shivered, suddenly shy at the intense gaze Yunho regarded him with. With equal speed Yunho removed his own and Jaejoong found himself bending over the table.
“First time?”
“With a man.”
“I’ll be gentle then.”
A finger entered slowly and Jaejoong squirmed under the strangeness of it all. He moved his hips to show he was ready and another finger slid in, the two moving in and out in perfect sync. Jaejoong groaned and began moving himself up and down on the table, as the fingers made scissor motions to widen him.
“Ready?”
Yunho was watching him carefully and Jaejoong nodded. One hand held Jaejoong’s slim waist, the other guiding. Slowly he pushed his member inside and Jaejoong winced until Yunho was fully inside him. The feeling of being stretched was painful and Yunho didn’t move, letting him become accustomed to the feeling. Jaejoong rocked his hips and Yunho began to thrust in and out, slowly at first.
“God…Jae…You’re so hot and tight.”
Yunho grunted as he thrusted, Jaejoong mewling as he bent over the table, his own aching member scraping against the wood. Pain was replaced by pleasure and he began rocking his hips more violently, Yunho thrusting faster, harder.
A hand wrapped itself against his throbbing member and stroked. Jaejoong let out a loud moan and arched his neck as the other hand stroked a nipple.
“Oh God, Mr. Jung, I” The hand moved with such ease up and down, stroking and palming. Jaejoong clawed at the table, eyes closed as Yunho continued thrusting. Yunho pulled out and turned Jaejoong so they faced each other, licking a trail down his neck, down his chest, pulling him towards the desk.
“I want to see your face when you come,” he whispered softly and Jaejoong almost did right there. The hand had never left his member, still stroking and pumping vigorously, Jaejoong thrusting into his hand. Yunho sat on his chair and Jaejoong understood, using the handles to hold himself before he lowered himself onto Yunho’s member. Yunho gave a low moan and thrusted up. They moved together, Jaejoong’s mouth and mind filled with Yunho, his hands scraping his back, nails clawing as Yunho’s hands pumped and stroked.
“I’m almost”
Yunho bit his shoulder and Jaejoong arched and came onto their stomachs, collapsing against the other man’s hard chest, panting, Yunho still hard inside him.
“You need to work on your stamina,” chuckled Yunho and Jaejoong had no energy to anything other than bite him softly on the neck, drawing pleasure when Yunho shivered.
“I’m still hard,” he mumbled and Jaejoong looked at him with wide eyes, before giving a coy smile.
“What would you like me to do Sir?” Yunho pulled out of Jaejoong and lead him to the glass window.
“Here. So you can see what I see.”
“Whatever you say Sir.” Jaejoong had barely replied when Yunho was in him again, hot and familiar, thrusting and groaning behind him. The cold glass was a stark contrast to the warm body sliding behind him and Jaejoong felt himself getting hard again.
“I see you”
Thrust.
“With Han Kyung”
Thrust.
“You like kimchi fried rice”
“Homemade,” gasped Jaejoong as Yunho licked his shoulder blade.
“You draw pictures on Han Kyung’s pictures of Si Won”
Thrust.
“And blame it on Shin Dong”
Thrust.
“You like listening to music while filing”
Thrust.
“You pretend you’re not interested in modeling but I see you reading magazines”
Thrust.
“You have a great fashion sense”
Thrust.
“You wear low tops that would make anyone hard”
Thrust.
“You always bring a home made lunch”
Thrust.
“Make me one,” his breath hot against his ear, his neck, his member filling Jaejoong up to the hilt.
“Unh,” was all Jaejoong said before Yunho gave a final thrust and came inside, hot and sticky, the liquid running down his creamy thighs, once again mouth claiming Jaejoong’s neck. Jaejoong mewled and came against the glass, Yunho catching him as he buckled, bringing them both to the ground where they lay panting on the carpet.
“I think you don’t need to be a model, you’ll attract too much attention,” said Yunho after they’d regained control of their breathing. Jaejoong grinned and rolled onto his side so he was spooned against Yunho.
“If we can do that again maybe I won’t be.”
“You look happy,” commented Han Kyung the next day as the celebrated Jaejoong’s official recruitment with coffee and a homemade cake.
“Yeah, I got the job and I finally met Mr. Jung.”
Han Kyung grinned knowingly.
“Don’t you mean Yunho?”
His laptop bleeped and Jaejoong clicked to receive new mail.
Is Han Kyung bullying you? Ignore him, come into my office, we need to discuss the conditions and perks of your new job.
-J.Y
A/N: First time writing smut-hope it turned out ok. The next part sees another Dong Bang coming into the picture. I will post the second part of “Changes” sometime after this. Does anyone know where I can download their new PV? I'm in love with the song and the PV but the download link for one site was taken down-PV is Doushite kimi ga suki ni natte shimattandarou?
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