(exo) kaisoo drabble
kaisoo drabble for thisismylastlie
let's say for argument's sake that i actually put some thought into this
that's how much i love amy...i know how insatiable she can be...omnomnom
kaisoo drabble
"What you need," Minseok says through a mouthful of curry, looking pointedly at Kyungsoo,"is a New Year's resolution."
"Yeah," Baekhyun agrees dryly before tipping back a glass of straight whiskey and choking on a rogue ice cube. "You need to stick to it, too. It can't be some temporary bullshit you follow for one month then forget about two months into the year."
"One that you have no choice but to follow," Minseok tacks on, almost as an afterthought. "Otherwise, you're screwed."
"Wonderful." The head of a cigarette bobs slightly from in between Kyungsoo's full lips. "What exactly do you have in mind?"
"You, Do Kyungsoo, need a boyfriend."
"Right, because making my New Year's resolution finding a boyfriend will absolutely guarantee that I will, is that what you're saying?"
"Precisely," Baekhyun raises his empty glass and nods his head in approval.
"But," Minseok interjects, "you have to be sure to avoid forming emotional attachments to any alcoholics--"
"--workaholics," Baekhyun throws in.
"--megalomaniacs--"
"--emotional fuck ups--"
"--and perverts," Minseok follows up, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully.
Well, fuck.
Kyungsoo can't help but feel quite a bit of chagrin, due to the fact that the restraints his friends are keen on setting automatically forbids fantasizing about a particular person who embodies all such descriptions.
Kim Jongin.
Ridiculously handsome in all facets of the word, equally good at his job as he is at fucking women (and men, incidentally) after late nights at the office, Kim Jongin is quite literally taboo, as well as Kyungsoo's boss.
Kyungsoo is well aware of the cons which lace into all the strings attached to any potential relationship with Jongin, though he can't help but sneak furtive glances over office cubicles and computer carts when he hears the familiar, deep timbre of his voice.
He thinks maybe the new year is trying to test his capabilities -- push his limits to gauge how far he's willing to go.
Or else, he supposes, Kim Jongin is seriously trying to take an unwarranted shit on his carefully abstracted resolution.
The latter justification proves to be the most likely reason, particularly when an unsuspecting Kyungsoo walks into the office elevator on an early Thursday morning, only to be joined by Jongin.
He tries to ignore the way Jongin's perfectly defined cheekbones slope and curve gently into an expanse of skin which stretches over and into full lips and a completely harmless smirk.
He also desperately averts his eyes when he notices just the amount of bare skin exposed by a shirt that is utterly too sheer, as well as unbuttoned.
His attempts at nonchalant grace leave him silent and sullen in the corner of an elevator, close to suffocation and sweating profusely with the stress put upon him by the presence of his boss.
"Kyungsoo," Jongin speaks first. His tone is humoring, with a slight undertone of professionalism. "I need you to make five copies of all the department records dating back from 2010 to now." He turns his gaze to
Kyungsoo, whose eyes widen as he nods, inhale catching and leaving his exhale behind somewhere deep within his slowly constricting lungs.
"S-Sure. When do you need it...by..." Kyungsoo's speech seems caught in a web of "ohmygod his fucking adam's apple" and "shit, not now" as he feels the nether regions of his pants tighten strangely, almost as if--
Shit.
He tells himself not to look down, not to draw any attention south as Jongin replies, "I don't need it right away. Tomorrow is fine."
Beads of perspiration trail down the sides of Kyungsoo's neck as the elevator doors open. He rushes out, tugging at his belt in discomfort, breath ragged as he rushes to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, Kyungsoo returns to his desk to find an unread email waiting expectantly in his inbox.
Thursday - 1/12/13 [8:27:33 am]
From: Kim, Jongin
To: Do, Kyungsoo
Subject: Big Problem
"noticed your pants seemed a little tight this morning. quite perky. to whom do i owe thanks for the spectacular view?"
Kyungsoo is vaguely aware that his jaw currently resides on the office floor. He reads the email over and over, blinking rapidly in low hopes that he had misread.
He sits there for a few minutes, chewing on his bottom lip and gagging on his own tongue, mind reeling with embarrassment, mortification, and steadily increasing anger before clicking "reply."
Thursday - 1/12/13 [8:41:48 am]
From: Do, Kyungsoo
To: Kim, Jongin
Subject: Re: Big Problem
"would you like me to report you for sexual harassment?"
He waits a solid fifty-three seconds after sending before a reply pops up in his inbox.
Thursday - 1/12/13 [8:44:26 am]
From: Kim, Jongin
To: Do, Kyungsoo
Subject: Re: Re: Big Problem
"heavens, no. i guess that what just my way of asking...what are you doing tonight?"
Sweaty palms and trembling fingers hover over Kyungsoo's keyboard.
Thursday - 1/12/13 [8:48:16 am]
From: Do, Kyungsoo
To: Kim, Jongin
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Big Problem
"have plans"
Thursday - 1/12/13 [8:53:55 am]
From: Kim, Jongin
To: Do, Kyungsoo
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Big Problem
"shame. thought it would be a charitable thing to do, take that little bulge of yours out to dinner. you're invited too, of course."
Thursday - 1/12/13 [8:57:43 am]
From: Do, Kyungsoo
To: Kim, Jongin
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Big Problem
"believe it or not, this bulge is going to be busy tonight."
A small chat box pops up towards the bottom of Kyungsoo's screen
Kim, Jongin: "that's curious"
Do, Kyungsoo: "what is?"
Kim, Jongin: "nothing. it's just that sehun mentioned you volunteered to organize the work party."
Kyungsoo curses himself. He'd forgotten.
Do, Kyungsoo: "right. that's tonight. well, i'll help out here then head back home."
Kim, Jongin: "come on. how about a drink at my place? no funny business. just full sex."
Kyungsoo manages not to gag.
Do, Kyungsoo: "we'll see."
let's say for argument's sake that i actually put some thought into this
that's how much i love amy...i know how insatiable she can be...omnomnom
kaisoo drabble
"What you need," Minseok says through a mouthful of curry, looking pointedly at Kyungsoo,"is a New Year's resolution."
"Yeah," Baekhyun agrees dryly before tipping back a glass of straight whiskey and choking on a rogue ice cube. "You need to stick to it, too. It can't be some temporary bullshit you follow for one month then forget about two months into the year."
"One that you have no choice but to follow," Minseok tacks on, almost as an afterthought. "Otherwise, you're screwed."
"Wonderful." The head of a cigarette bobs slightly from in between Kyungsoo's full lips. "What exactly do you have in mind?"
"You, Do Kyungsoo, need a boyfriend."
"Right, because making my New Year's resolution finding a boyfriend will absolutely guarantee that I will, is that what you're saying?"
"Precisely," Baekhyun raises his empty glass and nods his head in approval.
"But," Minseok interjects, "you have to be sure to avoid forming emotional attachments to any alcoholics--"
"--workaholics," Baekhyun throws in.
"--megalomaniacs--"
"--emotional fuck ups--"
"--and perverts," Minseok follows up, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully.
Well, fuck.
Kyungsoo can't help but feel quite a bit of chagrin, due to the fact that the restraints his friends are keen on setting automatically forbids fantasizing about a particular person who embodies all such descriptions.
Kim Jongin.
Ridiculously handsome in all facets of the word, equally good at his job as he is at fucking women (and men, incidentally) after late nights at the office, Kim Jongin is quite literally taboo, as well as Kyungsoo's boss.
Kyungsoo is well aware of the cons which lace into all the strings attached to any potential relationship with Jongin, though he can't help but sneak furtive glances over office cubicles and computer carts when he hears the familiar, deep timbre of his voice.
He thinks maybe the new year is trying to test his capabilities -- push his limits to gauge how far he's willing to go.
Or else, he supposes, Kim Jongin is seriously trying to take an unwarranted shit on his carefully abstracted resolution.
The latter justification proves to be the most likely reason, particularly when an unsuspecting Kyungsoo walks into the office elevator on an early Thursday morning, only to be joined by Jongin.
He tries to ignore the way Jongin's perfectly defined cheekbones slope and curve gently into an expanse of skin which stretches over and into full lips and a completely harmless smirk.
He also desperately averts his eyes when he notices just the amount of bare skin exposed by a shirt that is utterly too sheer, as well as unbuttoned.
His attempts at nonchalant grace leave him silent and sullen in the corner of an elevator, close to suffocation and sweating profusely with the stress put upon him by the presence of his boss.
"Kyungsoo," Jongin speaks first. His tone is humoring, with a slight undertone of professionalism. "I need you to make five copies of all the department records dating back from 2010 to now." He turns his gaze to
Kyungsoo, whose eyes widen as he nods, inhale catching and leaving his exhale behind somewhere deep within his slowly constricting lungs.
"S-Sure. When do you need it...by..." Kyungsoo's speech seems caught in a web of "ohmygod his fucking adam's apple" and "shit, not now" as he feels the nether regions of his pants tighten strangely, almost as if--
Shit.
He tells himself not to look down, not to draw any attention south as Jongin replies, "I don't need it right away. Tomorrow is fine."
Beads of perspiration trail down the sides of Kyungsoo's neck as the elevator doors open. He rushes out, tugging at his belt in discomfort, breath ragged as he rushes to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, Kyungsoo returns to his desk to find an unread email waiting expectantly in his inbox.
Thursday - 1/12/13 [8:27:33 am]
From: Kim, Jongin
To: Do, Kyungsoo
Subject: Big Problem
"noticed your pants seemed a little tight this morning. quite perky. to whom do i owe thanks for the spectacular view?"
Kyungsoo is vaguely aware that his jaw currently resides on the office floor. He reads the email over and over, blinking rapidly in low hopes that he had misread.
He sits there for a few minutes, chewing on his bottom lip and gagging on his own tongue, mind reeling with embarrassment, mortification, and steadily increasing anger before clicking "reply."
Thursday - 1/12/13 [8:41:48 am]
From: Do, Kyungsoo
To: Kim, Jongin
Subject: Re: Big Problem
"would you like me to report you for sexual harassment?"
He waits a solid fifty-three seconds after sending before a reply pops up in his inbox.
Thursday - 1/12/13 [8:44:26 am]
From: Kim, Jongin
To: Do, Kyungsoo
Subject: Re: Re: Big Problem
"heavens, no. i guess that what just my way of asking...what are you doing tonight?"
Sweaty palms and trembling fingers hover over Kyungsoo's keyboard.
Thursday - 1/12/13 [8:48:16 am]
From: Do, Kyungsoo
To: Kim, Jongin
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Big Problem
"have plans"
Thursday - 1/12/13 [8:53:55 am]
From: Kim, Jongin
To: Do, Kyungsoo
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Big Problem
"shame. thought it would be a charitable thing to do, take that little bulge of yours out to dinner. you're invited too, of course."
Thursday - 1/12/13 [8:57:43 am]
From: Do, Kyungsoo
To: Kim, Jongin
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Big Problem
"believe it or not, this bulge is going to be busy tonight."
A small chat box pops up towards the bottom of Kyungsoo's screen
Kim, Jongin: "that's curious"
Do, Kyungsoo: "what is?"
Kim, Jongin: "nothing. it's just that sehun mentioned you volunteered to organize the work party."
Kyungsoo curses himself. He'd forgotten.
Do, Kyungsoo: "right. that's tonight. well, i'll help out here then head back home."
Kim, Jongin: "come on. how about a drink at my place? no funny business. just full sex."
Kyungsoo manages not to gag.
Do, Kyungsoo: "we'll see."