Beauty & The Geek [onkey, jongkey, 2min] [prologue]
Title: Beauty & The Geek
Pairing: Jongkey, Onkey, 2min
Genre: AU, Humor, Romance, Drama, Angst
Rating: PG - 15 (Will go up in future chapters) [Language, Sexual Situations]
Word Count: 1,969
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: Office romances never come without drama.
A/N: Beta'd by the lovely & amazing siaht ! Warning for slut!Key.
Beauty & The Geek
Winter Song | In The Bathroom Is Where I Want You | Strut | When You're Lonely | She Will Be Loved
Kim Kibum, head of the Development Department at GHD. He demands absolute respect with his calculating, predatory gaze, but at the same time is hands down the hottest piece of ass in the whole company. Men and women alike crawl after his clicking Prada shoes, shiny and kohl black like the liner lightly defining the contours of his lids. Kibum is innovative and intelligent, his wits as sharp as his Armani suits, but coworkers always come up with tall tales around the coffee machine of how he really got to such a notable position at his young age of twenty six.
Stories circulated the department about sexual favors. Late night meetings with corporate bosses laden with heavy patting and thunderous bumps that echoed throughout the building, arousing the interest of janitors who apparently shared the scenes they witnessed with the receptionist of the department. Pictures of vacations at the sea were uncovered, a man significantly resembling Kibum on his knees suggestively in front of a higher up with a lot of pull in company promotions. There are even videos of hot and heavy sex in one of the upper management’s hallways, caught by a security camera.
It's all ridiculous. Kibum's face can never be placed to the man, or men, performing these actions and if he's aware of it, Kibum never comments on the office gossip. Jinki, being the devoted employee he is, always defends his boss. Of course, this also permits him the right to investigate all claims against the man he's so loyal to. If the pictures and videos really are Kibum, Jinki doesn't even want to think of what the man would say if he knew what Jinki did alone in his apartment with them.
“Everyone, look busy!” The young and cheery receptionist, Lee Taemin, calls out, “He's on his way up!”
Immediately all chit chat is cast aside and the employee's of GHD's Development Department dive head first into their tasks. The air is taut with concentration and the sweat from all of them working their asses off; all to impress one man. Kibum enters the department quietly, promptly three and a half minutes later since that's the time it takes the elevator from the lobby floor to reach their department. Everyone takes notice. Jinki in particular can't help his eyes from roaming away from his computer screen to the dashing man as he sashays his way past his desk and towards his private office.
He has a technique that allows him to gawk without drawing any attention to himself. Jinki slowly raises himself, feet planted on the legs of his swivel chair for extra height, until he's hovering above his seat unnoticed. This allows him to appreciate the fine view of Kibum's backside even after he's left his direct line of vision in front of his desk. Unfortunately, Jinki has never been graced with good balance and as he strains to get a better look at the tailor-fitted pants Kibum's chosen to wear today, he applies too much pressure to the legs of his chair. Really, he should have seen this coming a mile away.
The wheels on the chair roll backwards and in a flurry of motion Jinki is sprawled out on the richly scented carpeting. Alongside him are all of the documents he's been working on, scattered about in disorder.
“Jinki, are you okay?”
Sparing a look up at his fellow worker, who is staring down at him with clear cut concern, Jinki manages an 'okay' sign with his hand. “Oh, yeah, Minho, I'm fine.”
The man's large gaze sets on him a moment longer, before he nods and continues on with his business. Jinki groans as he pulls himself off the floor, shifting his glasses so they sit correctly on his nose again. His face is almost certainly bright pink with embarrassment and he can't believe he just did that. His chin and knees ache, having taken the brunt of the impact. Jinki starts to gather all of the loose papers flitting around the small space his work area amounts to, cursing himself for being so pathetic. At least Kibum didn't see.
“Smooth one,” Taemin chortles, hand placed delicately over his mouth.
Jinki tries to look at the younger man threateningly, but it comes off more as desperate. Why does he have to be like this? His mother's right, he should just give up on this business life and take over the family meat shop.
The door to the department is roughly shoved open again, this time permitting a shorter man. He's smartly dressed in a DKNY charcoal pin striped suit, but somehow it doesn't fit with the dangerous vibe the man gives off. As soon as Jinki spots the dyed locks of gelled hair, sticking up at precise angles, he knows who it is. Kim Jonghyun, the son of GHD's top CEO, and already one of the top management in the company.
Jonghyun turns his slightly menacing gaze on Taemin, who in turn smiles sweetly.
“Just a moment please,” Taemin chimes, before holding down a button and speaking clearly into his head set, “Mr. Kim is here to see you. Okay, I'll send him right in.” Taemin lets go of the button and motions widely for Jonghyun to let himself into Kibum's office.
The man struts past Jinki, not sparing him a second's glance, before suavely knocking and opening Kibum's office door in one fluid motion. He disappears inside before Jinki can hear Kibum's response and almost right after Kibum snaps shut the blinds covering his windowed room. Jinki considers momentarily that it just might be creepy how bad he wants to know what's going on behind those closed blinds right now. At least he's not alone.
“What do you think those two do in there all secretively?” Taemin says in a hushed voice, then adds in a conspiring voice with an eyebrow wiggle, “Getting it on?”
Jinki feels like vomiting at the thought. Minho hushes the young man with a disapproving, hard look. “It's none of our business,” he scolds while waiting at the printer beside Taemin's desk, which just so happens to be smack dab in front of Jinki's work space.
Taemin nods vehemently. “Of course, you're right,” he agrees, but it's too easy. “I'm just going to … run and get some more printer paper from the back room.” So that's what he's up to.
Jinki watches with raised eyebrows as the receptionist hops out from behind his desk ad scurries to the back of the main office room. Glancing around to make sure no one of importance can see, he tip toes to the door of Kibum's private office and gently sets an ear against the door. Taemin has to adjust the headset around his auburn locks until he can get a firm place for his ear on the door, but when he does it shows on his face.
“Minho!” He mouths and motions with an impatient wave for the taller man to come over.
Reluctantly, Minho drags himself over to the petite man's side and leans his ear against the door. His facial expression doesn't alter and it's killing Jinki not to know what's going on behind that dark mahogany barricade.
“That does not sound like their normal boning sessions,” Taemin half whispers, half giggles, “What do you think they could be arguing over?”
Minho pushes away from the door, tugging Taemin along with him. “Come on,” he urges.
Jinki blocks out their bickering, mind lost in thought while his fingers hover over a forgotten form. Relationship problems? Why is his heart beating faster in his chest at the thought? He doesn't stand a chance. Really, nerdy underling versus the handsome son of the boss? Jinki loses tenfold. He shakes his head to clear it of these crazy thoughts. All Jinki needs in his life is this form he's filling out and then the next one after that and the one that follows after. Work is all that matters, not some fantasy love.
He stays late. Despite all his talk of foregoing fantasy for real life, Jinki can't keep his mind off the quarrel between Jonghyun and Kibum. Certainly not after Jonghyun's stormy exit shortly after Taemin's eavesdropping. Kibum refused to leave his office and when Jinki passed by on his way to the storage closet, he could have sworn he heard sniffling.
Jinki plucks his glasses off the bridge of his nose, scrubbing a palm over his face to try and rid himself of the sleep deprivation stinging at his retinas. His hand moves up to thrash at his hair, pulling the jet black locks out of their perfectly combed style into a disheveled mess atop his head. Jinki's tie has already been discarded for comfort as soon as the last worker called it quits for the day and the top three buttons on his dress shirt are undone. This is the only part of staying late at work he enjoys, the freedom to spread his legs wide and slump back in his chair without a care.
But his safe haven is quickly thrown out the window when he hears the door to the office jiggle several times, alerting him to someone's presence. Maybe it's just the janitor? Jinki holds his breath, praying it's someone unimportant.
A head of dyed brunette locks stumbles into the room, almost blindly, and Jinki mentally curses his luck. Kibum slams the door shut behind him, falling back against it for support, before noticing the extra person in the room.
“You're … Jinki?” Kibum searches, his blood shot eyes locking on him.
Jinki fumbles for a response. “Yeah,” he answers intelligently.
Kibum pushes away from the door, steps light as he closes the distance between himself and the now profusely sweating Jinki. “Why haven't I noticed you before?”
Awkwardly standing up, Jinki shifts from either foot, trying to avoid looking into Kibum's alluring eyes. He can't think of a response, because honestly, why should Kibum have noticed him? Jinki's a loser, a nerd stuck behind a desk all day, and night for that matter. Kibum's drop dead gorgeous and making his way to the top of the company, he doesn't have time for -
Glasses slipping out of his slick fingers, Jinki can't hold back a gasp when Kibum weaves his arms coyly around his waist and stops his heart with a seductive smile. The next thing he's aware of, Kibum's lips are hot and moist over his own chapped ones and he's wishing he had taken the time to use mouth wash after his Chinese takeout dinner. Kibum doesn't seem to notice.
“You're so damn sexy,” Kibum whispers huskily around his labored breathing, his tongue flicking across Jinki's earlobe.
Jinki can't form a proper sentence, let alone word. He whimpers instead, because screw keeping his cool, Kim Kibum is in the process of ripping his clothes off, something he's only experienced during wet dreams. Jinki catches sight of the photographs, seemingly watching them from the opposite wall, and it's almost comical that Kim Jonghyun is grinning down at them right at this moment. Jinki's attention is quickly drawn elsewhere when Kibum starts rolling and grinding his hips against his own.
When his eyes aren't rolled back into his skull in sheer pleasure, Jinki spots the steady stream of tears soaking Kibum's pristine features. He's hurt and Jinki shouldn't let him do something he'll regret. Kibum slips a warm hand into his pants and fingers Jinki's swollen dick teasingly. Damn, how can Jinki deny that?
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A/N:
Please don't be turned away by the Onkey, I can assure all my readers they will be seeing much more of Jonghyun.
Also, the music playlist at the beginning is just something I wanted to provide, because music always helps me get into a certain mind set for a fic. Can anyone guess which song is for which character or pairing?
Thank you for reading! This fic is so completely different from my past ones. Hope I did okay?
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