SSS 2010: for wykedpanda
For: wykedpanda
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Buttons
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 3,417
Summary: Where Minho is the new secretary, and Key has a seemingly hard time warming up to him.
Key was, by no means, an agreeable man. Minho thought that the second he stepped into his new work place, exactly thirty-two seconds late to see his new boss leaning on his new desk with his arms across his chest. The two stared at each other for a moment before Minho bowed awkwardly.
“Hello, sir.” Key didn't reply. Instead, he chose to glance down at his expensive watch before looking back up at Minho. “You're late,” he said simply.
Minho's jaw dropped slightly to say something, but he closed it and stared awkwardly at the ground. Key stared at him a for a little bit longer before pushing himself off the desk and retreating into his office while shouting over his shoulder, “Fix the buttons on your shirt!”
-
“Jinki, tell me again why you recommended me for this job?” His best friend took a bite of his chicken sandwich before raising his eyebrows at the younger man. “What are you talking about? Already have a run in with the boss?” Minho leaned back in his seat in the break room and closed his eyes.
“I was like, thirty seconds late this morning, and there he is! Sitting at my desk, waiting for me! Then he stares and tells me to fix the buttons on my shirt.” Jinki looked over his sandwich at his friend’s shirt.
“I don’t see anything wrong with it.” Minho looked down and ran his hands up and down over the buttons of his dress shirt. “I accidentally skipped a button this morning in my hurry to get here on time.” Jinki smiled at him before placing his sandwich down.
“Maybe that’s it then. You need to look presentable, Minho! Or else it’ll make me look bad too.” Jinki shook his finger at him and picked his sandwich back up again.
“He might be OCD about appearances, but just stick it out for few days, and remember to button all of your buttons!”
--
Minho was typing up documents quietly at his desk when the intercom beeped. He pressed the small red button on the device. “Yes, sir?”
“Minho, do you have the documents for the next presentation on your desk?” Minho blinked a few times before searching through the folders on his desk. It wasn’t until his eyes passed his computer screen that he realized he was almost done typing it up.
“I’m almost finished typing it up for you, sir. It should be sent to you in the next five minutes.” He heard silence from the other side until Key muttered a thank you. Minho let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and loosened his necktie. He didn’t know if he could survive this.
--
Key didn’t know what to think of his new secretary. One of his better employees recommended him for the job, insisting that he could handle it. This was the last time he was going to take another person’s word for anything. It wasn’t that he was a bad worker. Minho already showed he was competent in the few hours he was here.
Sure, the buttons on his shirt were a little bit skewed, but only because they were misbuttoned and straining to cover his chest. Key could only imagine what his chest looked like, past the buttons and the fabric of his shirt. He should really invest in slightly bigger shirts, ones where the buttons weren’t threatening to pop at any moment.
He couldn’t think of anything to say to him. His secretary’s first day, and all he said was that he was late. And he wasn’t even that late, come to think of it. Key was meaning to introduce himself properly but found himself at a loss for words when Minho came jogging up the stairs, chest heaving.
“You’re late,” he said to himself quietly as he remembered. He dropped his paperwork and sighed, resting his forehead on his fingers. Of all the things he could’ve said to him.
The one time he was determined to make a good impression on an employee turned sour because he was too attractive. Key shook his head and laughed. He wasn’t very good at expressing himself, keeping his emotions under wrap because it was easier to run a business that way.
He knew that some of his employees were quite scared of the way he never revealed any expression on his face. Key forced a strained smiled on his face for a few seconds before he stopped and sighed. Tomorrow. He’d try again tomorrow.
--
Key closed up his office and locked the doors, stuffing the keys into the pocket of his jacket. He turned and suddenly stopped, glancing at Minho bent over his desk under the glowing lamp light. “Not going home yet, Minho?” Startled, the other man glanced up to see his boss buttoning the buttons on his jacket meticulously.
“I just have a few more papers to finish before I head home.” Key nodded for a moment before smoothing out the front of his jacket. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Good night.”
“Good night, sir.”
--
Minho woke up early the next morning to make sure that he would be on time for work, and to make sure that all of his buttons were buttoned. He glanced at the clock as he entered the office, smiling to himself. He was ten minutes early.
Settling down at his desk, he opened up his briefcase and started to pull out some documents before tucking it under his desk and starting up his computer. The elevator across from him dinged (he never took the elevator because he liked the exercise the stairs gave him) and opened up to reveal his boss, expressionless face and all, staring at the elevator buttons for a moment before looking up with mild surprise.
“You’re here early today,” he said, walking towards him with two cups of coffee in his hands. Minho stood up and bowed again before sitting down slowly. “I figured I shouldn’t be late after being late for my first day. Making up for a bad impression and all.”
Key stopped at his desk and opened his mouth to say something but closed it and sighed. “All I said was that you were late. I didn’t say it was a good or bad thing.” Minho blinked at him a few times again before Key disappeared into his office with both cups of coffee.
Confusion spread across his features again as the door slammed closed. What in the world? Maybe it was all the caffeine he was ingesting that made him so weird. He patted his chest again, looking for misbuttoned buttons. Suddenly, his intercom beeped. “Yes, sir?” He asked, still feeling around for buttons.
“Button the top button of your shirt please.”
--
The second day he came was no better. Buttons were properly buttoned on a shirt still too small for him. The collar was splayed open though, held together by the tie around his neck. It showed off the entirety of his neck and a gorgeous adam’s apple.
His annoyance with one of the broken elevator buttons disappeared when he caught sight of Minho with papers in one hand, head craned the other direction to look at something on his computer screen while pushing up his glasses.
Key intended to make small talk with him and get to know him better with a cup of coffee. But the sight deemed to much for him again. He stared at the second cup of coffee on his desk. What was he going to do with this? He sat back and glanced at the first cup in the trash can before looking back at the other cup. He might as well drink it. Shame to waste perfectly good coffee.
He sighed after he took a few gulps. Good lord. He turned his eyes upward, thinking about what he said to him. Key sighed and sat back in his chair. Hopefully, after Minho got paid, he’d go and buy new shirts. If he didn’t, then Key wouldn’t be responsible for his actions.
--
“The freaking top button? It’s hidden under my tie. How did he even see that? He just stared at me for a few seconds then went inside his office. Jinki. Seriously. Are you paying attention?” Jinki looked up from over the newspaper and waved his hand a few times.
“Yeah, yeah. Boss is freakishly observant, you’re freaked out, etc, etc. But look on the bright side! You’ll be making a lot of money!”
“Jinki, it’s only the second day.”
“Think long term, Minho. Happy thoughts.”
--
Minho watched Key walk in and out of his office more times than he could count. It was almost like watching a ping pong match, and Key was the ball. He walked from his office to the elevator and disappeared somewhere for about five or ten minutes before he came up the stairs again.
Minho raised an eyebrow at him the fifth or sixth time he came up the stairs, catching his boss’s attention. “Did you need help with something?” Key asked rather quickly. He was over at Minho’s side before the other man could even protest.
He leaned over Minho, bracing himself on his shoulder and taking a look at his screen. Minho tensed beneath him, unsure of whether to be nervous or scared. “I don’t really...” His voice trailed off as Key squinted his eyes at the screen again, trying to get a better read of what he was working on.
Minho took a deep breath to calm himself down, but Key’s scent made him even more nervous than he was before. It smelled like apples, cinnamon, and something else he couldn’t quite but his finger on. He was vaguely aware of Key pointing out things on the screen and talking, but he was too busy trying to figure out the smell.
“Minho? Are you okay? That’s the fifth deep breath you’ve taken. Am I invading your personal space?” Key stood back up and took a step back, removing his hand from his shoulder. Minho ignored the slight sense of loss of heat on his shoulder and smiled sheepishly.
“No, I was just...” His voice trailed off at the end as he mumbled the rest of the sentence. Key furrowed his eyebrows together as he tried to decipher what Minho said.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“... Trying to figure out what you smelled like.” Key raised an eyebrow at his secretary with a slight grin on his face. “I see,” he said slowly. “What’ve you got?”
“Apples, cinnamon, and something else.” Key looked back and forth for a moment before smirking.
“Roses,” he said while crossing his arms. Minho stole a glance him awkwardly before nodding his head slightly. The whole atmosphere between them seemed awkward now. He couldn’t believe he freely admitted to sniffing his boss. Key, however, didn’t seem bothered by it at all. In fact, he seemed amused.
“Some of the buttons on your shirt popped by the way. I think you should invest in getting new shirts.”
--
“Minho, don’t you think you could use new shirts?” Jinki asked one day. A week or so passed after Minho started working as the new secretary for the boss. Key mentioned that he could use new shirts too.
Minho frowned into the mirror and shook his head. “No. These fit fine. I’ve had them since high school.” Jinki blinked at him a few times before rolling his eyes. “That’s exactly why you need some new ones. Those are starting to look a little small. You could probably pop the buttons off if you flexed.” Jinki poked at a button and laughed as it came undone.
Minho shoved him away and re-buttoned it. “Whatever! I’ve gained some muscle since high school. I’m not fat.” The tips of his ears turned red when he remembered how he’d managed to pop a row of buttons just by breathing deeply too many times.
“I didn’t say you were. I was just making an observation.”
--
He was still fuming at his desk about Jinki’s comments by the time he got to work. Maybe he should invest in some new shirts after all. He frowned slightly as he looked down at the buttons on his shirt. They weren’t that bad. Jinki just got lucky when he undid that button.
He poked at another button and sighed in exasperation when it came undone too. “Minho. What exactly are you doing?” Startled, Minho sat up abruptly, popping a few more buttons before clearing his throat. He met eyes with Key, who was slightly grinning at him, and immediately felt the tip of his ears go red again.
“Oh, I was just... fixing my buttons.” He gulped at the way Key’s eyes traveled up and down his shirt.
“Oh. You missed a few.” Minho stared dumbly at him for a moment as Key smirked and pointed a finger towards the offending buttons. He didn’t answer for a few seconds until Key chuckled and left for his office.
After the door slammed shut again, Minho glanced down at his shirt and slowly buttoned up the last few button. Why did he feel so violated?
--
If Minho was a sin, then Key was a sinner. A very big sinner. He kept thinking back to the bewildered expression on his face, brown eyes staring wide at him as he checked his buttons. Maybe he was a little bit too obvious about checking his buttons today.
Key couldn’t help himself though. Minho seemed so absorbed in playing with the button on his shirt, he just had to see what all the fuss was about. He chuckled to himself again while playing with the pen in his hands.
He would probably go and buy new shirts now, which was a pity. The buttons on his old shirts were pretty. Key probably wouldn’t ever have the chance to see him with his shirt off, except maybe in his imagination.
Key chuckled before taking his thoughts from his secretary to his paperwork.
--
“Jinki.”
“ Jeez, even when I’m off work you find ways to bother me during lunch.”
“Key. I think he undressed me with his eyes today.” Minho yanked his phone away from his ear when Jinki roared with laughter. He held the phone away for a few seconds before pressing it back up against his ear.
“I’m serious, Jinki! Stop laughing!” The other man was practically in tears on the other side, banging on the kitchen table for a few moments before his laughter died down slightly.
“You’re sure? He was undressing you with his eyes? Are you sure he wasn’t looking for bad buttons again?” He started laughing again. Minho rolled his eyes.
“Usually it’s a quick glance then a ‘good morning’ before he walks into his office. He was standing in front of my desk. And he was staring, Jinki. Honest to goodness.” Minho purposely left out the part where he popped half the buttons on his shirt.
Jinki opened his mouth to say something, but a knock at the door cut him off. “Gotta go, food’s here!”
“Jinki, wait-” And the line went dead. Minho stared at his cell phone for a moment before letting out a huge sigh. His head fell onto the table in front of him.
--
“Minho?” He looked up from his work to see Key stick his head outside of the office doors. “I’m expecting a shipment of samples today. They should be delivered to the front desk, so when they call up here, would you mind going to get them for me?” Minho gave him a thumbs up as Key smiled at him.
“Thanks. The intercom is broken too, for some strange reason, so just come in.” Minho nodded and went back to his paperwork. As soon as Key ducked back into his office, Minho looked up and sighed, loosening the tie around his neck.
This was probably a bad day to be wearing this shirt.
--
“The samples are here for Mr. Kim.” Minho hung up his phone and stood up from his desk, removing his tie and laying it on his chair. He headed over to the stairs and began the long descent down to the ground floor. Depending on how heavy the box was, he’s probably have to take the elevator.
When he approached the front desk, the woman smiled at him while batting her eyes. She motioned to the box on the counter. Minho didn’t notice how hard she was trying to get his attention as he grabbed the box and thanked her.
He lifted the box up and down a few times before deciding that it was light enough to take the stairs. About halfway up though, he was a little bit winded, and by the time he reached the top, he was breathing hard.
The buttons on green dress shirt were all popped, save for one in the middle, revealing the white wife beater he wore underneath. The box was starting to make his fingers stiff, so he hurried as fast as he could to his boss’s office and pushed his way inside.
Key looked up from his papers and saw Minho carrying in the box of samples, almost all buttons popped on his shirt. He watched the way his muscles rippled underneath the fabric and couldn’t stop the smirk from appearing on his face.
“Just leave it over here, next to my desk.” Key stood up and moved to the side of his desk as Minho placed the box down.
“Is there anything else you need me to do?” Key regarded his question for a moment before he reached over to his desk and handed him a stack of folders. Then another thought crossed his mind. A smile stretched across his face. He was going to scare him away for sure.
“Actually... Flex, Minho.” Minho almost dropped the stack of folders he was holding.
“I’m sorry?” He backed into Key’s desk as he approached him, predatory look in his eyes. “Just flex.” Minho braced himself on the desk and gulped, dropping the folders back to their original location.
“Or I could just...” Key reached out and unbuttoned the last button on his shirt, then leaned in unbelievably close to Minho.
“I-I-I-” was all Minho could stammer out as Key slipped his hands under his wife beater, slowly moving their way over his abs. Key could feel his stomach tense up beneath his fingers as he traced the six pack slowly. They were very well defined. As Key got farther up his chest though, Minho suddenly regained the ability to move as he grabbed Key’s arms.
“I-You shouldn’t-” Key smirked at him as he slowly withdrew his hands, fingers ghosting over his abs one more time.
“Then you should wear shirts that fit correctly, and not ones that are straining to hide these. I wouldn’t have to get touchy.” He poked his stomach one last time for emphasis. Minho could feel his face burning as Key rounded his desk and sat back down.
“Thanks, Minho. You can go now.” Minho blinked rapidly before hurrying out of the office, buttoning his shirt as fast as he could.
--
“Jinki. Key just molested me, and I’m not even gonna lie, I think I liked it.”
“...I really don’t need to know this.” He hung up before Minho could say another word.
--
The next day Minho showed up for work earlier than Key, with two coffees sitting on his desk. When the elevator doors opened, Key stepped out and eyed the two cups of coffee. “For me?” He asked with a smile on his face, picking one up and glancing over Minho before taking a sip.
Minho didn’t get a new shirt. This one was just as tight, or maybe even tighter than the one he wore yesterday. He smirked up at him and nodded. Key returned his smirk before disappearing into his office.
“Oh, Minho. I might have some heavy lifting for you to do later.”
“Yes, sir.”
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Buttons
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 3,417
Summary: Where Minho is the new secretary, and Key has a seemingly hard time warming up to him.
Key was, by no means, an agreeable man. Minho thought that the second he stepped into his new work place, exactly thirty-two seconds late to see his new boss leaning on his new desk with his arms across his chest. The two stared at each other for a moment before Minho bowed awkwardly.
“Hello, sir.” Key didn't reply. Instead, he chose to glance down at his expensive watch before looking back up at Minho. “You're late,” he said simply.
Minho's jaw dropped slightly to say something, but he closed it and stared awkwardly at the ground. Key stared at him a for a little bit longer before pushing himself off the desk and retreating into his office while shouting over his shoulder, “Fix the buttons on your shirt!”
-
“Jinki, tell me again why you recommended me for this job?” His best friend took a bite of his chicken sandwich before raising his eyebrows at the younger man. “What are you talking about? Already have a run in with the boss?” Minho leaned back in his seat in the break room and closed his eyes.
“I was like, thirty seconds late this morning, and there he is! Sitting at my desk, waiting for me! Then he stares and tells me to fix the buttons on my shirt.” Jinki looked over his sandwich at his friend’s shirt.
“I don’t see anything wrong with it.” Minho looked down and ran his hands up and down over the buttons of his dress shirt. “I accidentally skipped a button this morning in my hurry to get here on time.” Jinki smiled at him before placing his sandwich down.
“Maybe that’s it then. You need to look presentable, Minho! Or else it’ll make me look bad too.” Jinki shook his finger at him and picked his sandwich back up again.
“He might be OCD about appearances, but just stick it out for few days, and remember to button all of your buttons!”
--
Minho was typing up documents quietly at his desk when the intercom beeped. He pressed the small red button on the device. “Yes, sir?”
“Minho, do you have the documents for the next presentation on your desk?” Minho blinked a few times before searching through the folders on his desk. It wasn’t until his eyes passed his computer screen that he realized he was almost done typing it up.
“I’m almost finished typing it up for you, sir. It should be sent to you in the next five minutes.” He heard silence from the other side until Key muttered a thank you. Minho let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and loosened his necktie. He didn’t know if he could survive this.
--
Key didn’t know what to think of his new secretary. One of his better employees recommended him for the job, insisting that he could handle it. This was the last time he was going to take another person’s word for anything. It wasn’t that he was a bad worker. Minho already showed he was competent in the few hours he was here.
Sure, the buttons on his shirt were a little bit skewed, but only because they were misbuttoned and straining to cover his chest. Key could only imagine what his chest looked like, past the buttons and the fabric of his shirt. He should really invest in slightly bigger shirts, ones where the buttons weren’t threatening to pop at any moment.
He couldn’t think of anything to say to him. His secretary’s first day, and all he said was that he was late. And he wasn’t even that late, come to think of it. Key was meaning to introduce himself properly but found himself at a loss for words when Minho came jogging up the stairs, chest heaving.
“You’re late,” he said to himself quietly as he remembered. He dropped his paperwork and sighed, resting his forehead on his fingers. Of all the things he could’ve said to him.
The one time he was determined to make a good impression on an employee turned sour because he was too attractive. Key shook his head and laughed. He wasn’t very good at expressing himself, keeping his emotions under wrap because it was easier to run a business that way.
He knew that some of his employees were quite scared of the way he never revealed any expression on his face. Key forced a strained smiled on his face for a few seconds before he stopped and sighed. Tomorrow. He’d try again tomorrow.
--
Key closed up his office and locked the doors, stuffing the keys into the pocket of his jacket. He turned and suddenly stopped, glancing at Minho bent over his desk under the glowing lamp light. “Not going home yet, Minho?” Startled, the other man glanced up to see his boss buttoning the buttons on his jacket meticulously.
“I just have a few more papers to finish before I head home.” Key nodded for a moment before smoothing out the front of his jacket. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Good night.”
“Good night, sir.”
--
Minho woke up early the next morning to make sure that he would be on time for work, and to make sure that all of his buttons were buttoned. He glanced at the clock as he entered the office, smiling to himself. He was ten minutes early.
Settling down at his desk, he opened up his briefcase and started to pull out some documents before tucking it under his desk and starting up his computer. The elevator across from him dinged (he never took the elevator because he liked the exercise the stairs gave him) and opened up to reveal his boss, expressionless face and all, staring at the elevator buttons for a moment before looking up with mild surprise.
“You’re here early today,” he said, walking towards him with two cups of coffee in his hands. Minho stood up and bowed again before sitting down slowly. “I figured I shouldn’t be late after being late for my first day. Making up for a bad impression and all.”
Key stopped at his desk and opened his mouth to say something but closed it and sighed. “All I said was that you were late. I didn’t say it was a good or bad thing.” Minho blinked at him a few times again before Key disappeared into his office with both cups of coffee.
Confusion spread across his features again as the door slammed closed. What in the world? Maybe it was all the caffeine he was ingesting that made him so weird. He patted his chest again, looking for misbuttoned buttons. Suddenly, his intercom beeped. “Yes, sir?” He asked, still feeling around for buttons.
“Button the top button of your shirt please.”
--
The second day he came was no better. Buttons were properly buttoned on a shirt still too small for him. The collar was splayed open though, held together by the tie around his neck. It showed off the entirety of his neck and a gorgeous adam’s apple.
His annoyance with one of the broken elevator buttons disappeared when he caught sight of Minho with papers in one hand, head craned the other direction to look at something on his computer screen while pushing up his glasses.
Key intended to make small talk with him and get to know him better with a cup of coffee. But the sight deemed to much for him again. He stared at the second cup of coffee on his desk. What was he going to do with this? He sat back and glanced at the first cup in the trash can before looking back at the other cup. He might as well drink it. Shame to waste perfectly good coffee.
He sighed after he took a few gulps. Good lord. He turned his eyes upward, thinking about what he said to him. Key sighed and sat back in his chair. Hopefully, after Minho got paid, he’d go and buy new shirts. If he didn’t, then Key wouldn’t be responsible for his actions.
--
“The freaking top button? It’s hidden under my tie. How did he even see that? He just stared at me for a few seconds then went inside his office. Jinki. Seriously. Are you paying attention?” Jinki looked up from over the newspaper and waved his hand a few times.
“Yeah, yeah. Boss is freakishly observant, you’re freaked out, etc, etc. But look on the bright side! You’ll be making a lot of money!”
“Jinki, it’s only the second day.”
“Think long term, Minho. Happy thoughts.”
--
Minho watched Key walk in and out of his office more times than he could count. It was almost like watching a ping pong match, and Key was the ball. He walked from his office to the elevator and disappeared somewhere for about five or ten minutes before he came up the stairs again.
Minho raised an eyebrow at him the fifth or sixth time he came up the stairs, catching his boss’s attention. “Did you need help with something?” Key asked rather quickly. He was over at Minho’s side before the other man could even protest.
He leaned over Minho, bracing himself on his shoulder and taking a look at his screen. Minho tensed beneath him, unsure of whether to be nervous or scared. “I don’t really...” His voice trailed off as Key squinted his eyes at the screen again, trying to get a better read of what he was working on.
Minho took a deep breath to calm himself down, but Key’s scent made him even more nervous than he was before. It smelled like apples, cinnamon, and something else he couldn’t quite but his finger on. He was vaguely aware of Key pointing out things on the screen and talking, but he was too busy trying to figure out the smell.
“Minho? Are you okay? That’s the fifth deep breath you’ve taken. Am I invading your personal space?” Key stood back up and took a step back, removing his hand from his shoulder. Minho ignored the slight sense of loss of heat on his shoulder and smiled sheepishly.
“No, I was just...” His voice trailed off at the end as he mumbled the rest of the sentence. Key furrowed his eyebrows together as he tried to decipher what Minho said.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“... Trying to figure out what you smelled like.” Key raised an eyebrow at his secretary with a slight grin on his face. “I see,” he said slowly. “What’ve you got?”
“Apples, cinnamon, and something else.” Key looked back and forth for a moment before smirking.
“Roses,” he said while crossing his arms. Minho stole a glance him awkwardly before nodding his head slightly. The whole atmosphere between them seemed awkward now. He couldn’t believe he freely admitted to sniffing his boss. Key, however, didn’t seem bothered by it at all. In fact, he seemed amused.
“Some of the buttons on your shirt popped by the way. I think you should invest in getting new shirts.”
--
“Minho, don’t you think you could use new shirts?” Jinki asked one day. A week or so passed after Minho started working as the new secretary for the boss. Key mentioned that he could use new shirts too.
Minho frowned into the mirror and shook his head. “No. These fit fine. I’ve had them since high school.” Jinki blinked at him a few times before rolling his eyes. “That’s exactly why you need some new ones. Those are starting to look a little small. You could probably pop the buttons off if you flexed.” Jinki poked at a button and laughed as it came undone.
Minho shoved him away and re-buttoned it. “Whatever! I’ve gained some muscle since high school. I’m not fat.” The tips of his ears turned red when he remembered how he’d managed to pop a row of buttons just by breathing deeply too many times.
“I didn’t say you were. I was just making an observation.”
--
He was still fuming at his desk about Jinki’s comments by the time he got to work. Maybe he should invest in some new shirts after all. He frowned slightly as he looked down at the buttons on his shirt. They weren’t that bad. Jinki just got lucky when he undid that button.
He poked at another button and sighed in exasperation when it came undone too. “Minho. What exactly are you doing?” Startled, Minho sat up abruptly, popping a few more buttons before clearing his throat. He met eyes with Key, who was slightly grinning at him, and immediately felt the tip of his ears go red again.
“Oh, I was just... fixing my buttons.” He gulped at the way Key’s eyes traveled up and down his shirt.
“Oh. You missed a few.” Minho stared dumbly at him for a moment as Key smirked and pointed a finger towards the offending buttons. He didn’t answer for a few seconds until Key chuckled and left for his office.
After the door slammed shut again, Minho glanced down at his shirt and slowly buttoned up the last few button. Why did he feel so violated?
--
If Minho was a sin, then Key was a sinner. A very big sinner. He kept thinking back to the bewildered expression on his face, brown eyes staring wide at him as he checked his buttons. Maybe he was a little bit too obvious about checking his buttons today.
Key couldn’t help himself though. Minho seemed so absorbed in playing with the button on his shirt, he just had to see what all the fuss was about. He chuckled to himself again while playing with the pen in his hands.
He would probably go and buy new shirts now, which was a pity. The buttons on his old shirts were pretty. Key probably wouldn’t ever have the chance to see him with his shirt off, except maybe in his imagination.
Key chuckled before taking his thoughts from his secretary to his paperwork.
--
“Jinki.”
“ Jeez, even when I’m off work you find ways to bother me during lunch.”
“Key. I think he undressed me with his eyes today.” Minho yanked his phone away from his ear when Jinki roared with laughter. He held the phone away for a few seconds before pressing it back up against his ear.
“I’m serious, Jinki! Stop laughing!” The other man was practically in tears on the other side, banging on the kitchen table for a few moments before his laughter died down slightly.
“You’re sure? He was undressing you with his eyes? Are you sure he wasn’t looking for bad buttons again?” He started laughing again. Minho rolled his eyes.
“Usually it’s a quick glance then a ‘good morning’ before he walks into his office. He was standing in front of my desk. And he was staring, Jinki. Honest to goodness.” Minho purposely left out the part where he popped half the buttons on his shirt.
Jinki opened his mouth to say something, but a knock at the door cut him off. “Gotta go, food’s here!”
“Jinki, wait-” And the line went dead. Minho stared at his cell phone for a moment before letting out a huge sigh. His head fell onto the table in front of him.
--
“Minho?” He looked up from his work to see Key stick his head outside of the office doors. “I’m expecting a shipment of samples today. They should be delivered to the front desk, so when they call up here, would you mind going to get them for me?” Minho gave him a thumbs up as Key smiled at him.
“Thanks. The intercom is broken too, for some strange reason, so just come in.” Minho nodded and went back to his paperwork. As soon as Key ducked back into his office, Minho looked up and sighed, loosening the tie around his neck.
This was probably a bad day to be wearing this shirt.
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“The samples are here for Mr. Kim.” Minho hung up his phone and stood up from his desk, removing his tie and laying it on his chair. He headed over to the stairs and began the long descent down to the ground floor. Depending on how heavy the box was, he’s probably have to take the elevator.
When he approached the front desk, the woman smiled at him while batting her eyes. She motioned to the box on the counter. Minho didn’t notice how hard she was trying to get his attention as he grabbed the box and thanked her.
He lifted the box up and down a few times before deciding that it was light enough to take the stairs. About halfway up though, he was a little bit winded, and by the time he reached the top, he was breathing hard.
The buttons on green dress shirt were all popped, save for one in the middle, revealing the white wife beater he wore underneath. The box was starting to make his fingers stiff, so he hurried as fast as he could to his boss’s office and pushed his way inside.
Key looked up from his papers and saw Minho carrying in the box of samples, almost all buttons popped on his shirt. He watched the way his muscles rippled underneath the fabric and couldn’t stop the smirk from appearing on his face.
“Just leave it over here, next to my desk.” Key stood up and moved to the side of his desk as Minho placed the box down.
“Is there anything else you need me to do?” Key regarded his question for a moment before he reached over to his desk and handed him a stack of folders. Then another thought crossed his mind. A smile stretched across his face. He was going to scare him away for sure.
“Actually... Flex, Minho.” Minho almost dropped the stack of folders he was holding.
“I’m sorry?” He backed into Key’s desk as he approached him, predatory look in his eyes. “Just flex.” Minho braced himself on the desk and gulped, dropping the folders back to their original location.
“Or I could just...” Key reached out and unbuttoned the last button on his shirt, then leaned in unbelievably close to Minho.
“I-I-I-” was all Minho could stammer out as Key slipped his hands under his wife beater, slowly moving their way over his abs. Key could feel his stomach tense up beneath his fingers as he traced the six pack slowly. They were very well defined. As Key got farther up his chest though, Minho suddenly regained the ability to move as he grabbed Key’s arms.
“I-You shouldn’t-” Key smirked at him as he slowly withdrew his hands, fingers ghosting over his abs one more time.
“Then you should wear shirts that fit correctly, and not ones that are straining to hide these. I wouldn’t have to get touchy.” He poked his stomach one last time for emphasis. Minho could feel his face burning as Key rounded his desk and sat back down.
“Thanks, Minho. You can go now.” Minho blinked rapidly before hurrying out of the office, buttoning his shirt as fast as he could.
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“Jinki. Key just molested me, and I’m not even gonna lie, I think I liked it.”
“...I really don’t need to know this.” He hung up before Minho could say another word.
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The next day Minho showed up for work earlier than Key, with two coffees sitting on his desk. When the elevator doors opened, Key stepped out and eyed the two cups of coffee. “For me?” He asked with a smile on his face, picking one up and glancing over Minho before taking a sip.
Minho didn’t get a new shirt. This one was just as tight, or maybe even tighter than the one he wore yesterday. He smirked up at him and nodded. Key returned his smirk before disappearing into his office.
“Oh, Minho. I might have some heavy lifting for you to do later.”
“Yes, sir.”