Yoochun drabbles for in_vazn: # 26, 03, 04
#26:WATER; 222 words; yunchun-ish; G
You're the new receptionist at the office, and you know you got the job by luck, but that's the story of your life. You squint the first day because you forgot your glasses, fingers typing slowly - but you're not going to tell your boss that you aren't fully acquainted with Excel spreadsheets yet. Speaking of your boss, he walks by, says a short welcome and asks for coffee. You nod in his general direction; can't really make out his face.
When you walk into his office, your hands are shaky and you take small steps towards his desk. You make some sound when your toe hits the leg of his desk (at least you didn't spill the coffee) and you just know he's looking at you with some look. The breath you've been holding since you've walked into his office is released, and you take a deep breath in, scared that the loss of oxygen to your brain is actually showing.
"Yoochun, right?" Oh. Oh. His voice is deep, but thick and commanding.
"Yeah."
"Welcome."
"Thank you." You excuse yourself, but he calls you right before you leave.
"I appreciate the water, but next time, just bring coffee if I ask for it."
You want to die right there, but maintain your composure and make it back to your desk alive.
#03:TROUBLE; 116 words; yunchun-ish; PG-13
His office reeks of his cologne, smells like the kind of man who would fuck you in his office, but never in his bed. The type that would bend you over his desk and take you, make you spill all over his desk and punish you for it. And since you're wearing your glasses today, you know you definitely would not mind, would not mind at all, being punished by Yunho. Oh, excuse you, Mr. Yunho Jung.
Oh, oh. He's been talking. Oh man, you should have been listening.
"...and just file those papers back into the folders, okay?"
You blink, and yes, an answer, you should answer. "Uhm, yeah I think I can do that."
#04:BANANA; 202 words; yunchun-ish, hinted hosu; PG-13
Now Yunho has this secretary, this male secretary, named Junsu. It probably would be nothing, but every time you come out of Yunho's office, he eyes you and looks away. He always wrinkles his nose when you walk out, glaring at you. What did you do?
And you can see him from your desk, looking at you sometimes. He's not happy with you. It might have to do with your lack of ability to type quickly and quietly, but you don't think so. In an effort to try to be friends, you buy him a fruit basket - because who doesn't like fruits? He smiles at you almost too sweetly to be genuine, but you ignore that.
You guys make eye contact, smile, and act civil. That's before he smiles, takes a banana, and goes into Yunho's office. He doesn't come out of that office for a good period of time, considering that you were able to type up 8 files. When he reappears, he smirks and drops folders onto your desk.
"Here you go, Yunho said to just file those."
He turns and you can smell Yunho's cologne on him. Oh damn.
But hey, you notice he's got a nice ass.
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You're the new receptionist at the office, and you know you got the job by luck, but that's the story of your life. You squint the first day because you forgot your glasses, fingers typing slowly - but you're not going to tell your boss that you aren't fully acquainted with Excel spreadsheets yet. Speaking of your boss, he walks by, says a short welcome and asks for coffee. You nod in his general direction; can't really make out his face.
When you walk into his office, your hands are shaky and you take small steps towards his desk. You make some sound when your toe hits the leg of his desk (at least you didn't spill the coffee) and you just know he's looking at you with some look. The breath you've been holding since you've walked into his office is released, and you take a deep breath in, scared that the loss of oxygen to your brain is actually showing.
"Yoochun, right?" Oh. Oh. His voice is deep, but thick and commanding.
"Yeah."
"Welcome."
"Thank you." You excuse yourself, but he calls you right before you leave.
"I appreciate the water, but next time, just bring coffee if I ask for it."
You want to die right there, but maintain your composure and make it back to your desk alive.
#03:TROUBLE; 116 words; yunchun-ish; PG-13
His office reeks of his cologne, smells like the kind of man who would fuck you in his office, but never in his bed. The type that would bend you over his desk and take you, make you spill all over his desk and punish you for it. And since you're wearing your glasses today, you know you definitely would not mind, would not mind at all, being punished by Yunho. Oh, excuse you, Mr. Yunho Jung.
Oh, oh. He's been talking. Oh man, you should have been listening.
"...and just file those papers back into the folders, okay?"
You blink, and yes, an answer, you should answer. "Uhm, yeah I think I can do that."
#04:BANANA; 202 words; yunchun-ish, hinted hosu; PG-13
Now Yunho has this secretary, this male secretary, named Junsu. It probably would be nothing, but every time you come out of Yunho's office, he eyes you and looks away. He always wrinkles his nose when you walk out, glaring at you. What did you do?
And you can see him from your desk, looking at you sometimes. He's not happy with you. It might have to do with your lack of ability to type quickly and quietly, but you don't think so. In an effort to try to be friends, you buy him a fruit basket - because who doesn't like fruits? He smiles at you almost too sweetly to be genuine, but you ignore that.
You guys make eye contact, smile, and act civil. That's before he smiles, takes a banana, and goes into Yunho's office. He doesn't come out of that office for a good period of time, considering that you were able to type up 8 files. When he reappears, he smirks and drops folders onto your desk.
"Here you go, Yunho said to just file those."
He turns and you can smell Yunho's cologne on him. Oh damn.
But hey, you notice he's got a nice ass.
more here