on mute | jjk
đŠpairing: fuckboy!gamer!jjk x reader
đŠgenre: friends to lovers, office!au, coworker!au, smut, fluff
đŠsummary: You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you werenât interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings⊠until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.
đŠword count: 10.7k
đŠwarnings: mutual pining, shooter game references, soft fuckboy vibes, fingering, doggy style, protected sex bc bro aint taking no chancesđ€
a/n: i wasnt planning on including smut so thats a bonusâš
You press a hand to your mouth to suppress a yawn as the department meeting finally comes to an end. Your boss had gone over the schedule for next quarter, alluded to a few new projects, and gave a few shoutouts to people on your team who apparently âwent the extra mileâ this week. You couldnât care less about being acknowledged for your work, but it does kind of irk you that Jeon Jungkook got a shoutout when youâve never seen him do extra work in the office. All heâs done this week is take your pretty lady boss out to lunch. If thatâs considered extra work, you suppose Jungkook works the hardest. After all, heâs the type to make time for anyone he wants to sleep with aka everyone in the office except for you.
As you scoot your chair out, you back into something very solid. Surely no one is dumb enough to stand right behind your chair when they know how eager everyone is to get out of here for the weekend. But when you turn around, you know exactly who it is without even seeing his faceâEmployee of the Week Jeon Jungkook.Â
You stare at the back of his shoulders in that mustard button-down, and it occurs to you that it was his nice ass that youâd bumped into. He didnât even stumble forward from the impact or at least step aside so you can leave like everyone else. You just want to get home, soak in a nice hot bubble bath, and play a few games with your calico all curled up in your lapâthatâs the ideal Friday night that Jeon Jungkook is keeping you from.
âExcuse me, kind sir,â you say as your nude acrylics tap the armrest.
The boy turns around with fake astonishment. And a handsome smile. âOh, Y/N, I didnât know you were still here.â
âI mean, yeah, Iâd be gone too if someone wasnât blocking my way out.â In the year that youâve been on the same team as Jungkook, the two of you somehow developed this sarcastic and aggressive way of speaking without actually being mad at each other. Some call it banter, but you dislike the possible romantic implications of that.
âWhatâs the rush? Got plans tonight?â He still doesnât move out of the way. You didnât expect him pinning you against a table in the office to be so underwhelming. You imagine a fuck boy like him could try a little harder, be a little rougher. Not that youâve ever fantasized about it.
âYeah, I just bought some cute new lingerie for when I hop into bed with Christina Lauren and my cat.â You leave out the gaming part of your Friday night plans. If he knew you played the same game as him, heâd probably use it against you somehow.
âWhoâs Christina Lauren?â he asks. You love the thought of him imagining you in lingerie with some mystery woman. Or maybe thatâd just encourage a threesome.
âMy catâs favorite romance writer?â You say it like it should be common sense to know that your cat purrs himself to sleep when you read to him.
âAnd youâre going to waste your cute new lingerie on reading a Lauren Christina bedtime story to your cat?â
âItâs Christina Lauren, not Lauren Christina.â
âChristina Lauren doesnât care about your lingerie.â It amuses you how he keeps bringing up the lingerie. You wonder what heâd think if he saw you in that skimpy mesh fabric. Itâd probably come as a shock to him considering heâs only ever seen you in your preppy office attire. He has no idea what youâre capable of beneath those cream blouses and mocha mini skirts.
If only he knew.
âTldr, yes I have very urgent plans tonight.â That reminds you, you need to check your in-game shop to see if any pretty skins are on sale this time around. Youâve been eyeing the one with the cute whale shark design.
âWhat a coincidence, Lauren Christina is my favorite writer too. I really liked that one book she wrote.â You donât hate that heâs prolonging the conversation, but if he says âLauren Christinaâ one more time, youâre gonna report him to HR.
âSame,â you chuckle. âNow please move so I can leave.â
He finally steps aside. Before he can pull a fast one and trap you again, you throw your tiny bag over your shoulder and scurry for the exit. You stop just outside the conference room and spin around. The boyâs eyes quickly shift up from your skirt.
âComing or not?â you ask with a head tilt. If thereâs one good thing about having a local fuck boy in the office, itâs that you always have someone whoâll walk you to your car when itâs dark out. Thatâs one of the things you know he does just for you.
On the elevator ride down, itâs just you and him because everyone else has already vacated the building. You sneak a peek at your handsome colleague. Itâs a shame that he spends more time in your coworkersâ beds than in actual relationships. If not for that, youâdâ
âYou should recommend a book for me,â he says, catching you mindlessly staring at him. Oops.
âYou donât look like a reader.â You doubt heâd ever pick up a book over girls.
âIâll read a book if you say itâs good.â Now heâs just sweet talking you, and youâre not going to fall for it. Except, you would love someone to gush to about your favorite books.
âDating You/Hating You.â The book title just sort of slips out of your mouth. Though you canât exactly vouch for how good it is since itâs the one youâre currently reading.
âGive me your best elevator pitch for it.â Haha, he thinks heâs so funny. (You laugh anyway.)
Persuasion is your thing, but you canât give a proper elevator pitch for a book you havenât actually finished yet. Moreover, you donât know what kinds of genres heâd be into or if this book would be a good fit for him. You donât even know any of his interests outside of sex and video games.Â
When you really think about it, thereâs not much you know about Jeon Jungkook. Heâs a mystery, but a charming one.
âItâll give us something to talk about,â you say softly as the loud ding interrupts. âThatâs my elevator pitch to you.â
âNot bad,â he nods as you both exit the elevator. That was way easier than expected. âIs it by your catâs favorite romance author?â
âIt is,â you smile. Itâs hard not to smile when youâre with him. âI can lend you my copy next week after I finââ
âJungkook!â The new recruiting coordinator blocks your way out of the building with eager eyes and a smile brighter than your own. âStill down for drinks later at that place we talked about?â
You try not to roll your eyes as you step around yet another coworker who ignores you standing right next to the boy they want to ask out. You and Jungkook arenât a thing, but it does hurt to know that not a single person thinks of you as worthy competition. Heâs probably made it very clear to everyone in the office that you and him are just friends and that your nightly walks to the parking lot are for safety purposes only.
Thankfully, you get out of the building before you can hear Jungkook accept the invitation into someone elseâs bed. The last thing you want is to be jealous of the people heâd rather be spending time with. You and your silly little book recommendations mean nothing to him.
Nothing at all.
âSorry about that.â He catches up to you a minute later in the dimly lit parking lot.
You shake your head. âItâs alright. Thatâs what happens when youâre the popular guy.â And you mean it, too. Youâre not the type to fault people for being who they are, nor would you ever ask them to change for you. Besides, thereâs really nothing between you and him. Thereâs nothing he should feel sorry for.
âHey, why do you always park in the furthest corner of the parking lot?â he teases, probably as a way to change the subject. You see his car parked just a few spots down from you, so he doesnât really have a right to criticize your decisions. Looks like your habit has rubbed off on him. âItâd be safer if you parked closer to the building.â
You shrug even though the parking placement and slightly longer walks are intentional. He doesnât need to know itâs your subtle way of prolonging the time you spend with him. You always look forward to those few extra minutes where heâs all yours.
âIt doesnât feel dangerous here at all.â Not when youâre with him. You unlock your car and hop into the driverâs seat.
âYeah, totally not dangerous.â Jungkook holds your door as he scans the dark and empty lot for anything suspicious. He listens as a few sirens screech in the distance and does a double-take at the lone soda can rolling around in the wind. When the coast is clear, he turns back to you. âI look forward to reading the Lauren Christina book when your catâs done with it.â
He waits for your seatbelt to click before closing the door. You roll the window down and glare. âItâs Christina Lauren! And have fun on your date.â
With a wave of your manicure, youâre off to your âurgentâ Friday night plans.
When you return home, you get what you want. You strip off your work clothes and soak in a lavender bubble bath for a good 30 minutes before admiring the new lingerie Jungkook wouldnât stop mentioning earlier.Â
Itâs tempting to try it on now, but you wish someone else could see it on you. Jungkook is right. Christina Lauren doesnât care about your lingerie. If the boy were here to see it for himself, you want to know what heâd think, what heâd say, and what heâd do to your body. Itâd probably be incredibleâfor one nightâbut thatâd be the end of it. Thatâs how all of his flings go, and a hypothetical one with you would be no different. With a sigh, you set the lingerie aside, throw on an oversized sweatshirt that just barely covers your ass, and load into your game.
The first thing you do is check the shop for the cute gun skin with the whale shark design. The RNG gods give you a couple of good knives, an awful pistol, a subpar rifle, and no shark. Itâs fine, you tell yourself. You didnât want to spend real money on pretty pixels anyway.
As soon as your first match starts, your four teammates are quick to use their mics. Apparently, they all know each other. Canât relate.
âSo⊠Howâd the date go?â asks the healer. The two duelists place their bets on whether the date went incredibly well or horribly wrong. You silently cast your vote for horribly wrong since you lean toward pessimism.
âI didnât end up going,â says the initiator. He sounds a lot like a certain Jeon Jungkook, but you shouldnât assume. As far as you know, he doesnât have a reason to cancel the date with that recruiting coordinator. In fact, he should be having drunk sex with her right about now. Not that itâs any of your business to know what your handsome coworker does after hours. None of that involves you.
âIs it because of You-know-who?â asks the duelist who voted with you. You-know-who? Like a jealous ex-lover? Sounds like drama to you.
âYepâŠâ Nah, it canât be the Jeon Jungkook you know. This guyâs voice is giving you more lovesick puppy than confident fuck boy. He dies from a grenade and goes silent for the next few rounds while his buddies keep providing intel to the team. You pick up the whale shark gun over his dead body.
âHey, CL,â the healer calls out your username. âDo you have a mic?â
Yes, you do have a mic. No, youâre not going to use it. These guys seem harmless so far, but itâs not always fun when people realize youâre the only female on the team. Men in this game try to hit on you just like the ones you pass in the short distance from the office to your car. And theyâll only stop pestering you if youâre walking next to a guy like Jungkook, which you clearly donât have in this game with your empty friend list. So youâd rather stay on mute for now.
âmy mic is broken,â you type, âcat knocked it over.â
âAh, thatâs okay.â He heals you up and saves you from an otherwise fatal headshot. âWe were just wondering if you could help our buddy out.â
You? Youâre not sure how youâre supposed to be of any help to a lovesick puppy when you havenât had much luck in the love department either. But you are a curious kitten when it comes to other peopleâs love lives.
âmaybe⊠can i get more context?â
Apparently, this lovesick puppy (or âJklmnopâ according to his username) has a little more in common with Jungkook than youâd originally thought. Turns out both of them are the designated fuck boys at their workplaces. Except this one has a massive crush on his âsuper hotâ colleague. Jeon Jungkook would never.
The issue is that Jklmnop caught feelings for the one person who doesnât seem interested in him. Worse, it feels like heâs being friendzoned. And heâs been going on dates with other people in an attempt to squash those unrequited feelings, but itâs just not doing the trick.
âi know a fuck boy too.â You are by no means an expert in the fuck boy archetype, but perhaps your time spent with Jungkook has prepared you for this opportunity to help a friend in need. And you do have some advice. âim not saying fucking all your coworkers is a bad thing but if you really want this girl you need to go all in on her and show her that youâre willing to commit to something more serious.â
Because if you knew this to be true about your own local fuck boy, youâd give him a chance, too. But as far as you know, Jungkook has never shown any romantic interest in you (or anyone else for that matter). Heâs just a platonic buddy to you and a fuck buddy to everyone else.
âand itâs very possible she doesnt even realize youre interested in her,â you type, âthis is a dumb question but have you tried asking her out yet?â
Your dumb question gets a few laughs from the boys. You feel like an IT person asking their client if theyâve tried turning their computer off and on again.
âOh, our guy here doesnât ask people out. Heâs the one getting asked out all the time,â Duelist #1 explains.
âItâs been a year and You-know-who hasnât made a move on him, so that must mean she doesnât like him,â Duelist #2 adds in a sarcastic tone. You imagine him rolling his eyes on the other side of his screen.
âwell @Jklmnop if you dont normally ask ppl out, itll hold more weight when you do.â Your fingers pause for a second. Maybe youâre just soft, but itâd mean a lot to you if you were asked out by the Jeon Jungkook. Youâre sure this fuck boy could pull it off too. âyou should ask her out. maybe shes waiting for you to make the move.â
You donât get an immediate response, but he trades his pretty shark gun for your plain one. He must have seen you steal the one over his dead body a few rounds ago. What a thoughtful guy.
Then a friend request pops up. Fine. Jklmnop can be the one username on your otherwise empty friend list.
âIâll ask her if the opportunity arises,â Jklmnop says after clutching a 1v4. âThanks bro.â
On Monday, youâre a lot sleepier than you should be at the beginning of the work week because you practically spent the entire weekend gaming with your new fuck boy friend and finishing the book you recommended to your office fuck boy friend.
Your dark circles must be pretty bad because Jungkook feels the need to stop by your desk and say, âUp all night reading Lauren Christina?â He taps the book on your mousepad, so he can clearly see that itâs Christina Lauren and not Lauren Christina. Heâs just teasing you at this point.
âItâs Christina Lauren, you shithead. And yes, I finished it, so you can read it now,â you say, handing the book to the boy. He holds it with a soft grip as if to avoid creasing the pages. If library books were treated with the same care, they wouldnât feel so crusty all the time. You can respect guys with gentle hands. âI expect a full book report by Friday.â
âAt least give me the weekend,â he frowns. Itâs the most attractive frown youâve ever seen.
âSure, if thatâs how you want to spend your weekend,â you yawn. Wouldnât he rather be doing anything else on his days off than read your book?
âThatâs how you spent your weekend, Sleepyhead.â He makes a good point. His chuckle is quite cute too.Â
As he flips through the book, you see something shimmery wedged between the pages toward the end of the story. You told yourself a million times to take your silly little bookmark out before lending him the book, but of course you forgot. Maybe he wonât notice.
Unfortunately for you, Jungkook pulls the metallic blue bookmark out to examine it. His lips curve upward when he sees itâs shaped like a whale shark. Oh great. Heâs definitely gonna tease you about it. You knew you shouldâve gone with one of the more sophisticated leather bookmarks.
âYou really like these guys, huh.â He holds it up by the chain to let some light shine through the tiny holes mimicking the sharkâs gorgeous spotty pattern. Not the reaction you were expecting, but youâll take it.
âWhat makes you say that?â You donât ever recall confiding in him about your whale shark obsession. Last time you checked, all of your nerdy and kiddish quirks were kept far away from your office. Itâs just not on-brand for the professional image youâve established here.
âDidnât you have a cute whale shark phone case when you first started working here? Before you switched it to that cream-colored one?â He wrinkles his face, deep in thought as he tucks the bookmark back where he found it. Heâs right, though. You just assumed no one had ever noticed it. As soon as you got your new work phone, you switched to something more neutral to fit your minimalist aesthetic.
âOh, right.â Youâd forgotten about the case just like you forgot about the bookmark. But Jungkook somehow notices and remembers those kinds of details about you. Itâs almost endearing in a way.
You shouldnât let yourself think like that, though. Those are dangerous thoughts.
âBy the way, how was your date?â As much as you hate to admit it, youâre curious about his date with the recruiting coordinator. Besides, if he says it went well, youâll have yet another reason to stop holding onto the tiny feelings you have for him.
âI didnât go.â
âOh,â you press a finger to your parted lips. Thatâs unheard of for Jeon Jungkook. âDid her cat die or something?â
âWhy does someoneâs cat need to die for the date to be canceled?â
âThere mustâve been a pretty big emergency for you to forgo a date, no?â
âIs that what you really think of me, Y/N?â He cocks his head to the side because heâs a fuck boy and thatâs what fuck boys do.
âThatâs not what I think of you.â Another yawn slips from your mouth. âItâs just facts. You have a 99% attendance rate when it comes to dates, donât you?â
He nods because he canât argue with the credible gossip that goes on in your office.
âAnyway, Iâm going to run to that coffee shop you wonât shut up about,â he says as he glances at the time on his phone and then at the dark abyss under your eyes. âNeed anything?â
âHmmâŠâ You pretend to think deeply about your order. Usually when other people go on coffee runs, you request something easy to remember like an oat latte. But for Jeon Jungkook, the boy who keeps fucking up Christina Laurenâs name, you wonât go so easy. âHow about an iced birthday cake latte with oat milk, an extra shot of espresso, two pumps of toffee syrup, and the crĂšme brĂ»lĂ©e topping? Please.â
âSo⊠birthday cake frappuccino with oat milk?â He snickers in your sleepy face before walking off. âYouâre gonna have to come with if you want all that extra stuff.â
Itâs a latte, not a frappuccino. But you suppose it doesnât matter if he knows the difference because youâre scurrying to catch up with him as he heads for the elevator.
The âcoffee shop you wonât shut up aboutâ has been open for a few months now, and youâve stopped by at least two times a week since the grand opening for your usual dose of caffeine. Should you be proud or embarrassed that the baristas all know your name and order? How about when they raise their eyebrows at the sight of you walking in with your handsome coworker?
âSheâll have a birthday cake frappââ
âDonât listen to him. Iâll get a birthday cake latte, please,â you tell the barista at the register. Jungkook chuckles as you give his arm a light shove. âWith oat milk and crĂšme brĂ»lĂ©e today.â
âSure thing, Y/N,â she smiles at you and then turns to the boy next to you. âAnything for you?â
âJust plain coffee, thanks,â he says after a quick glance at the menu. You hate that he orders plain coffee when the menu has all these fun options like pink donut lattes or cookies n cream cappuccinos. If he wanted black coffee, he couldâve saved time and money by brewing some in the office. He didnât have to go all the way to the coffee shop you wouldnât shut up about. But he did. And he invited you along for the ride.
As the two of you wait for your drinks, you pick the booth in the corner next to the window. Youâve always had this vision of sitting inside a cozy cafe to work from your laptop or read a book. It just hasnât happened yet because you get scared off when all the other customers bring their friends or lovers to share that experience with. Your laptop and books canât compare to that.Â
Youâve always been envious. Until today.
âThat doesnât look nearly as complex as it sounded,â Jungkook says when he sees your latte with the fancy crĂšme brĂ»lĂ©e on it. He slides his boring coffee across the table to you. âIâll let you try mine if you let me try yours.â
Only a weirdo would accept a pathetic offer like that.
âDeal.â You take a sip of your sugary treat before passing it off to the boy. He winces from how sweet yours is compared to the bitterness of his black coffee. You make a face for the opposite reason.
âIâm surprised you agreed to it,â he hums with a tiny bit of crĂšme brĂ»lĂ©e around his mouth. You want to kiss it off. He must notice you eyeing his lips because he wipes it off with his thumb a second later.
âI wanted you to try my special drink,â you say. Itâs for the same reason you lent him your bookâto let him know another tiny piece of you without explicitly saying it.
âIâll have to get it myself next time we come.â He pulls up the notes app on his phone and types as he speaks. You wonder if ânext timeâ and âweâ imply that this coffee outing is going to become another routine thing between you and him, just like your walks to the parking lot. Hopefully it does. No, it definitely will. Because youâll be the one to ask him next time. âWhatâs it called again? Birthday cake frappuccino⊠with crĂšme brĂ»lĂ©e?â
âExactly,â you lie. Who knows. His mistake might taste even better. Youâll have to find a way to sneak a taste when he isnât looking. Itâs something sweet to look forward to.
As you sip your latte, the barista who took your order catches your eye from across the store, points at Jungkook, and mouths something to you. You donât quite catch it, so she repeats it again just as your coworker turns to see what youâre staring at.
âBoyfriend?â she mouths, clear as day, before spinning around to use the espresso machine.Â
When the boy turns back to you, he has such a goofy grin on his face. He points to himself and repeats, âBoyfriend?â
âStop,â you laugh at his antics but totally dodge the question. âAnyway⊠may I ask why you didnât go on that date with the recruiting coordinator?âÂ
His eyes are wide. Probably because itâs not like you to pry. But you just want to make sense of why heâs sitting here with you, acting all sweet and boyfriend-like, after bailing on someone else a few days ago. Heâs not his usual self either.
âIt was faster to reject her,â he shrugs. You didnât realize he was in such a hurry on Friday. It certainly didnât seem like it with how heâd blocked your way out of the conference room.
âWhat were you in such a hurry for?â
âIsnât it our unspoken thing to walk to the parking lot together?â He says it like youâre silly. Like the fate of the world depends on him being able to fulfill his duty of walking you to your car each and every day. Like heâd forgo hours of good sex for a five-minute walk with you.
âItâs not unspoken if we talk about it,â you say softly. Youâve always adored the short walks with Jungkook, but maybe you werenât the only one who felt that way. What kind of guy rejects a date just so he can keep up this year-old tradition between you and him? No guy has ever done anything close to that for you. âBut yeah, it is our thing.â
The boy nods with a gentle smile as he sips his coffee. For just a split second, he gives you Jklmnop vibes. You donât know how else to explain it. Heâs a fuck boy, but thereâs something so delicate about him that you want to touch without breaking.
You wonder if heâd ever let you in.
On the way out, your favorite friendly barista waves you over to the counter with a huge grin. As much as you love the girl, youâre scared of what might come out of her mouth next. She leans in as if to whisper but ends up shouting over the grinder in the background.
âI canât believe you didnât tell me about him.â Her eyes flick to somewhere beyond your shoulders. âHeâs such a hottie, by the way. Yâall are kinda cute together.â
A snort comes from right behind you. âThank you,â says the hottie. Your hottie, apparently. It wouldâve been perfectly fine for him to clarify that the two of you arenât actually together, but you suppose his ego was too busy soaking in the compliment from the pretty barista.
âReally?â You raise an eyebrow at Jungkook as soon as youâre both out the door.
âWhat?â Whatâs with that playful smile of his?
âYou didnât deny what she said.â
âA complimentâs a compliment, Y/N.â
âI didnât mean the part about you being a hottie.â You shudder at that last word. Yes, Jungkook is the hottest guy youâve ever seen, but he doesnât need to hear that from your mouth. âI meant the part about you being my boyfriend.â
âYou didnât deny it earlier, either,â he shrugs. True. âBesides, isnât that also a compliment?â
Now that heâs mentioned it, it does feel pretty nice to be seen as a couple with someone as attractive as Jungkookâto give the illusion that itâs you whoâs got him wrapped around your finger, you who he chose above everyone else, and you who gets to fall asleep in his arms every night. And it feels especially good considering how often other people dismiss you as someone not good enough for him. In fact, this is the first time anyone has ever acknowledged that the two of you go well together.
âHey man, mind if I steal that fine little lady for a sec?â a sleazy voice calls out in your direction. You donât bother turning your head to acknowledge the presence of yet another ignorant hooligan on the street, but you do step a little closer to Jungkook. You donât know what pisses you off more: the fact that this stranger is another nonbeliever that you could be dating a guy like Jungkook or the fact that he asked for another maleâs permission to talk to you instead of asking you directly. Most catcallers keep their mouths shut when youâre walking with your handsome coworker, but this one clearly canât take a hint.
A warm hand pulls you in at the waist. Itâs the same soft grip Jungkook held your book with. And you kind of never want him to let go. Because when he holds you close like that, all the shitty people become irrelevant. That doesnât, however, stop you from getting a kick out of the death stare he gives the catcaller who finally backs off.
âYou really showed him,â you tease. His face loosens up after you let out a tiny snicker. Still, he studies your every expression to make sure youâre alright.
âDoes that happen to you wherever you go?â he asks as he moves his arm up from your waist to your shoulder, something slightly more appropriate for two friendly colleagues. Suddenly your waist feels cold.
âUsually when Iâm out by myself.â Whether itâs the supermarket, the park, the office, youâve felt objectified pretty much everywhere. Even online. The sad thing about it is that you know youâre not the only one. âBut Iâm used to it at this point.â
âWell, men are kind of shitty,â he huffs, looking rather frustrated on your behalf. Youâve never seen him so irritated. For the most part, he knows how to keep a calm composure, even during busy season. Itâs oddly satisfying that an inconvenience for you is what brought that emotion out of him.
âI used to think that,â you admit as the two of you enter the office building. âBut all it takes is one good guy to outweigh the shitty ones.â
For you, Jungkook has always been that one good guy.
âTrue. I suppose that hottie boyfriend of yours isnât that bad, huh.â He gives you a soft shoulder squeeze in the elevator before dropping his arm back to his side. Itâs a subtle taste of what he could be doing to other places on your body if he were actually your boyfriend. Heâd handle you with so much care.
âYou wonât let that go, will you?â you pout, pointing your thumb back in the general direction of the coffee shop. âThose baristas really think weâre dating now, you know.â
He pinches your pouty cheek and leaves you at your desk with a not-so-innocent remark.Â
âI wonder why they think that about us.â
The second half of your day feels painfully long. Itâs kind of hard to focus on designing wholesome character models when youâve got Jeon Jungkook stuck in your head. At this rate, your cute little characters are going to turn into bad boys who steal your books and lattes along with your heart. You canât help it when heâs been extra sweet to you lately. Sweeter than a birthday cake frappuccino could ever be. And just like your favorite sugary beverages, thereâs something so addicting about his company.
As youâre finishing up some designs, you spot the boy chatting with his buddies from the other departments. Itâs unfair that an entire friend group can be so goodlooking. And itâs even more unfair that Jungkook is still the one you canât take your eyes off of in the handsome bunch. Great, now youâre even more distracted.
âHey, I saw you were online again last night,â says the guy from accounting. He has long pretty eyelashes. âWhere was my invite?â
âAh, yeah. Remember that girl on our team the other night?â Jungkook has a cheeky grin. Why does he have such a cheeky grin while talking about some e-girl, and why does your tummy hurt all of a sudden? âShe helped me climb out of plat. Sheâs diamond.â
So what? Thatâs the same rank as you. Nothing special. Hmph. You hope she gets demoted before the act ends. Youâre not a jealous person, but you are petty.
âHow do you know sheâs a she?â asks the engineer with plump lips.
âThatâs what she told me,â Jungkook continues. âAnd it fits with the fact that she doesnât use a mic. You guys know how fucked up people can be in that game.â
You nod along to that.
âWhatâs her username again? I wanna add her now,â the other engineer jumps in. This one has broad shoulders. Very broad.
âYou just want to hit on her,â Engineer #1 shakes his head at Engineer #2. You agree with that too.
âIs she single? Or at least around our age?â asks the accountant.
âYou guys are monsters,â Jungkook laughs. âIâll give you her username only if you promise not to simp.â
âFine,â they all agree reluctantly.
You convince yourself that youâre only eavesdropping because theyâre talking too loud, but youâre actually just curious to search up the username and see how this e-girlâs game stats stack up against yours. Youâre quite confident your headshot percentage will outrank hers.
âItâs CL, remember?â
âOh right.â
No, not right. Thatâs definitely not the username you picked as a subtle nod to your favorite author, and Jungkook is definitely not the lovesick fuck boy youâve been giving advice to through some wack ass shooter game. Definitely not.
Because if it were true, that would mean Jungkook has a crush on somebody in your office. And who the heck would that be?
âReady to head out?â Jungkook pops out of nowhere and scares the shit out of you. You nearly leap out of your seat with a tight fist around your tablet pen like youâre about to knife the boy in-game. He holds your book up as a shield. âWhoa there.â
âMy bad, I thought you were the enemy.â You snap the pen back onto your tablet and say it with a straight face as if he knows you play the same violent game as him.
He plays along, scanning the office for anyone suspicious. âWhoâs the enemy?â
âMarketing?â You only say that because everyone in the office knows the marketing director Kim Namjoon was your college nemesis back when you were even pettier than you are now.
âAh,â he nods as you pack up and roll your chair in. Youâve always wondered why he just accepts the weird things you do without question. âGlad Iâm not your enemy. Wouldnât want to be stabbed by your tablet pen. Or your nails.â
He points to your pretty manicure. If you didnât know better, youâd think heâs subtly asking to hold your hand. But you do know better. He has an intense crush on someone else in the building, so thereâs really no reason why heâd want to hold your hand.
So instead of misreading the situation and making a fool of yourself by entwining your fingers with his, you poke your favorite of his tattoos (the silly face on his middle finger) with your acrylic. âConsider yourself stabbed.â
You try not to look at the boyâs wrinkly smile. But itâs incredibly hard. Instead, you redirect your eyes anywhere else. Of course they fall on the âit coupleâ of the office passing by. They donât do a whole lot of PDA, but the way they look at each other says it all, and they have this glow about them that seems so unobtainable. You feel the envy creeping up again.
On the elevator ride down, you try not to think about the happy couple or Jungkookâs wrinkly smile. Itâs making you sad.
âCan I ask you something?â he turns to you. Maybe his question will take your mind off everything bringing your mood down. You nod for him to proceed. âHow do you feel about dating a coworker?â
Shitty. You feel shitty. He could probably sense that from your silence upon seeing the couple.
âYou mean like Hyuna and Dawn?â You donât have a problem with it, or with them. If you could pull off a perfect office romance like them, youâd do it too. But it doesnât seem likely for you, and thatâs what sucks.
âJust in general. Like, do you think itâs fine, or is it crossing the line?â he asks. Aha, you get it now. Heâs asking for your opinion because he doesnât want to make you, his totally platonic friend, feel uncomfortable when he starts dating whoever he has a crush on here.
âHR allows it, so I donât really see a problem with it,â you answer honestly. Sure, youâd be hurt if you had to work in an environment where Jungkook is doing lovey-dovey things with someone else, but youâre not going to be the one to ruin it for him.
âIâve never seen you date anyone here, though.â
âWell I donât get asked out all the time like you, Jungkook.â
âWhat about Mark from accounting? Or my guy Jooheon before he moved overseas? And donât get me started on Kim Namjoon.â He has his fingers out and ready to list all the other guys in the office whoâve expressed some sort of interest in you, but he decides against it when he sees you glaring back at him. Wise man.
Youâd love to know why heâs so familiar with your nonexistent office dating history.
âOkay, I get it. Iâve been asked out a fair amount,â you sigh. âBut it doesnât really count if they arenât the right person.â
That earns you a soft head tilt from the boy. You swear heâs a puppy. âOh? Miss Y/N has a type?â
When you think about it, a few of the guys whoâve asked out were your typeâsmart, funny, hardworkingâand yet you still said no. Theyâve never hand-delivered meeting notes and chamomile tea when you were out sick, never walked you to your car, never given you something to look forward to at work, and never known your favorite animal. Theyâve never made you want them the way you want a certain someone else.
âI wouldnât exactly call it a type.â Itâs a person. The person who makes you feel so safe and cared for. The person who has feelings for another girl. âItâs a little more complicated than that.â
You donât like being vague, but saying any more than that would only set you up for heartbreak. He canât hurt you if you stay silent.
As the elevator continues to count down, Jungkook leans against the railing, arms crossed and head down. Heâs awfully quiet for someone who always feels the need to say something silly until you laugh.
âWhat if I told you thereâs one more person in the office whoâs interested in you?â he asks just before the elevator arrives on the first floor.
The door slides open but neither of you steps out, so it closes back up.
You blink at the boy. First you learn Jungkook has a crush on someone, and now someone suddenly has a crush on you? Your brain genuinely doesnât know what to do with all this information.
Youâd ask who your secret admirer is, but it doesnât matter. Youâd only say yes to one person in this office, and his feelings lie elsewhere. Maybe heâs just trying to set you up with another guy who can walk you to your car. Itâs not like the two of you would be able to keep up that tradition once heâs committed to someone else.
Youâd rather walk alone at that point.
âA workplace romance sounds cool and all.â You point at the book in Jungkookâs hand while trying to keep a light tone. âBut itâs just not for me. You know what I mean?â
He nods with a chuckle as the two of you finally clear out of the elevator. âBased on my history here, itâs probably not for me either.â
You know heâs poking fun at himself, but you hope he doesnât actually feel that way about himself. He still needs to ask his girl out, and he canât chicken out now. As the person heâs confided in about his feelings, itâs your job to shower him with encouragement and support. Youâll have to wait until youâre back online, though.
On the way to your car, the office romance conversation has been completely dropped. You ramble on about your sudden craving for tacos, and he claims he makes a âmean taco saladâ before sending you a screenshot of the recipe no one asked for. Youâll try it when you get home.
Like always, he leans against your car door as you buckle yourself in. This time, he even tugs on the seatbelt like amusement park workers do before sending you off on a roller coaster. As gentle as he is, it stings where the tips of his fingers graze your shoulder. That feeling lingers even after the door closes.
Jungkook wasnât lying, you think to yourself as you munch away at his definition of a âmean taco salad.â Your first instinct is to text him about it, but your second one is to silence your phone and cozy up for the night. After your shower, you have another staredown with the pretty lingerie set. At this rate, no oneâs going to see you in it, so you might as well wear it and look cute for yourself.Â
Itâs a little more see-through than youâre normally comfortable with, but the soft silky champagne accents make your body glow. To complete the look, you throw on a short skimpy robe with a baby pink floral pattern. Perhaps youâre being extra for a quiet night in with your cat and a cup of chamomile tea. But itâs what you need right now because youâre desperately searching for something to comfort and distract you from that dang feeling Jungkook left you with.Â
It also couldnât hurt to play a few games without Jklmnop. Maybe youâll get lucky with the whale shark gun today.
Unfortunately, thereâs still no whale shark gun in your shop, but at least Jungkook isnât online yet. The four games you play without him go really well stat-wise. Youâre the team MVP for half those gamesâsomething you hadnât achieved all weekend with Jklmnop on your team. Heâs a great friend but the kind of ally who will intentionally blind you so he can make you quake in your boots and steal your kill in the process. Heâs lucky he hasnât let you die while fucking around like that. Still, you canât remember the last time you had that much fun in your matches.
As you review the summary of game #4, a notification pops up in the top corner of your screen.
[Jklmnop is online!]
âwanna carry me to radiant?â he DMs you right away and sends you an invite.
âno,â you type as you join his party.
âwhat if i trade you my whale shark gun?â
âfineâ
The first thing you do when you spawn into the match is demand the whale shark gun. You put your baseball bat to his head, waiting for him to keep his end of the bargain. The boy drops the gun in front of you and backs away slowly.
âItâs cute that you like that skin so much,â he chuckles into his mic. When you hear his voice, you feel like an idiot for convincing yourself that Jklmnop and Jeon Jungkook werenât the same person. Thereâs no mistaking that thatâs the calm and flirty voice that has haunted you every day at work for the past year. Does it make you an asshole for wholeheartedly believing your local fuck boy friend wasnât capable of developing real feelings for someone in the office? Probably, but you intend on redeeming yourself by sending him your full support in the love department. Youâre just waiting for him to bring it up.
Twenty kills and one stolen ace later, Jungkook still hasnât said anything about the mysterious You-know-whoâwhich is weird, considering he wouldnât shut up all weekend about how sheâs âsoft like a kittenâ but âone that wonât hesitate to bring the claws out.â Who is this girl, and what has she done to Jungkook? Heâs become a total cheeseball. And you canât think of a single person in the office who fits his cheesy description.
âany update on youknowwho about youknowwhat?â you type between rounds.
Jungkookâs character paces back and forth in the snow even after the round begins. The three other members of your team starts following him like ducklings without knowing the context. You watch from afar as they get sniped down one by one until youâre the last one alive.
Usually in 1v5 situations like this, youâre great at keeping your cool and isolating your duels so you arenât overwhelmed by an ambush. But instead of listening for footsteps and directional cues, youâre listening hard for the boyâs response to your question.
âClutch this and Iâll give you an update on You-know-who,â he says after you cut the enemy teamâs numbers down to one. All you have to do now is plant the bomb and wait for the last person to come out to start defusing. Thatâs when youâll swoop in andâ
Your character falls face first into the snow. Youâve been knifed from behind, which loses you the round but earns you an evil snicker from Jungkook.
At the start of the next round, you wait once more for the boy to trade his gun with you. But instead, he just stands there, clutching onto the weapon while the rest of the team rushes onto the site to plant the bomb.
âIâve decided not to ask her out,â he says out of nowhere. âWe have this wholesome thing between us, and itâs best if we keep it that way.â
âwhat makes you say that?â you type before joining up with the others on site. As far as you know, Jungkook isnât wholesome with any coworker. Except you, maybe. He must have some other strange definition of wholesome.
âLetâs just say I read a whole ass book tonight about a workplace romance and realized Iâm not cut out for it.â He really read your book. No. He devoured it. Why does that mean the absolute world to you? âSheâs seen me going on date after date, and now Iâm pretty sure Iâve scared her away from wanting any part of that.â
Heâs not wrong. You used to feel the same way about him, so you understand why he has his reservations. But if that girl knew how much heâd cherish their relationship the way he cherishes your friendship with him, you know sheâd fall for him too. Thereâs no doubt in your mind about that. Itâs just a matter of him vocalizing it.
âi still think you should be upfront with her about your feelings,â you type away as you get headshot from who knows where.Â
âShe canât hurt me if I stay silent,â Jungkook hums as he runs toward the ticking bomb and crouches in front of it. It looks like heâs trying to defuse the bomb that your own team planted, but it explodes in his face before you have time to correct him.
âgj,â one of your teammates puts in the chat even though everyone watching knows it was not a âgood job.â The only silver lining is that he secured the win for your team. You donât feel like playing anymore, anyway.
Before you log off for the night, you start typing out some long motivational speech along with your top ten reasons as to why Jungkook would make an excellent boyfriend. Heâd try new things with you, share some of his favorite things with you, make sure youâre safe, and tease you until the end of time while making you feel so so loved. You know this because itâs what heâs done with you for the past year. But the more you think about it, the more you realize itâs not your place to say all of that from behind a screen with your mic on mute.
You end up deleting your whole spiel and settle for a simple âgood nightđŽâ to the boy from your gaming account. Then you get back on your phone.
Y/NđŠ [11:47PM] âIt was indeed a mean taco saladâ
Y/NđŠ [11:47PM] âBtw did you finish the book?đâ
Jungkookđ„Ž [11:48PM] âFinished it in 4 hoursđâ
Y/NđŠ [11:49PM] âWanna drop it off to me now?â
Jungkookđ„Ž [11:49PM] âNow?â
Jungkookđ„Ž [11:50PM] âIsnât it past your bedtime?â
Y/NđŠ [11:51PM] âYes but my cat canât fall asleep without his bedtime storyâ
Y/NđŠ [11:51PM] âđ„șâ
Y/NđŠ [11:51PM] â^^^My catâ
Jungkookđ„Ž [11:54PM] âomwâ
The boy knocks on your door a few minutes later and does a horrible job of keeping his eyes above shoulder level. It doesnât occur to you that your chest and ass are hanging out of your robe until the chilly air hits those spots.
âAll dressed up for your night with Lauren Christina?â he says casually, handing the book back to you in mint condition.
âI thought you said Christina Lauren doesnât care about my lingerie.â You cross your arms over your chest like it was totally intentional to answer the door in the bare minimum. Jungkookâs sleepwear, on the other hand, looks super cozy. And of fucking course heâs hot as hell in something as simple as sweats and a hoodie. A boy like him doesnât have to put in any thought or effort to look cute.
âI stand by what I said.â He stares at your exposed skin in an almost lustful manner. Almost. âItâs cold out. You should go crawl back in bed and read your cat his bedtime story. Or do you need me to tuck him in, too?â
âHe is quite needy,â you play along. Too bad heâs already fast asleep, all curled up on the couch. You wouldnât mind if Jungkook tucked you in, though.
âWell tell your needy cat I said goodnight.â He takes a step back toward his car, but you know he must realize you didnât call him all the way over here just for your catâs sake.
âJungkook,â you call out while flipping through the book. Once you find the bookmark wedged in the middle, you extend it to him like a peace offering.
He accepts the bookmark albeit with a puzzled expression. âIs this gratuity for delivering your book at this late hour?â
You shake your head. âItâs gratuity for lending me your whale shark gun all the time.â
âWhale shark gun?â He grips the bookmark by the dorsal fin and holds it like a pistol. Itâs aimed at your left breast (or heart) (but breast sounds more accurate).
âThe one from the Gentle Giants collection,â you say softly as you rub your arms because holy shit is it cold out. âIn Valoranch.â
The wheels in his head start to turn as you pull him inside and toward your âwork from homeâ setup in the living room. Your desk is pretty empty aside from the pastel headset, the cute dolphin PokĂ©mon on your desktop wallpaper, and a cold cup of tea.Â
Then he spots the little Valoranch shortcut on the far left corner of your screen. âWait, you really play Valoranch? Whatâs your username?â
Instead of telling him, you show him with the help of your book. Your index finger slides across the bookcover from the C in Christina to the L in Lauren.
His eyes widen like a naughty cat caught doing something it shouldnât be doing.
âThen that means you know aboutâŠâ He pauses because he dare not repeat his feelings for another coworker in front of you.
You nod. âBut I didnât realize it was you until I overheard you talking about it with the guys earlier today.â
âMy voice and backstory didnât give it away?âÂ
âIt definitely sounded like you.â You plop into your chair and start spinning around so he canât get a clear view of your face. âBut how was I supposed to know you had feelings for someone in our office? I still donât know who she is, by the way.â
âYou donât?â Your childlike spins are interrupted by a steady hand. From the corner of your eye, you can see the boyâs face transition from doomed to amused. Good. He shouldnât beat himself up over the bizarre situation.
âNope.â At least you donât have a specific face to imagine being next to Jungkookâs on those corny holiday cards that couples and families love to hand out around the office this time of year. âRegardless, you need to stop chickening out and just tell her how you feel already. If she knows you the way I know you, I promise you have nothing to worry about.â
The thing is, you donât know if anyone else has been on the receiving end of the kinds of things Jungkook does for you. Does he show that side to anyone else but you?
âFine, youâve convinced me. Iâll do it.â He sits himself down beside the cat on the couch. âBut only if you can figure out who it is.â
You give him a tiny nod for him to drop some hints. Of course youâll lend an ear and play along if thatâs what it takes for him to be more open about his feelings. Besides, you canât say no when his voice is so soft and fragile like that.Â
âSheâs on the design team.â Your team is fairly small, so that narrows it down to names and faces youâd actually recognize.
âShe has the most complex coffee order Iâve ever seen.â More complex than yours?
âI impulse-bought that whale shark gun because it reminds me of her.â Someone else has good taste in endangered marine life.
âMy second job includes walking her to her car after work and pretending to be her hottie boyfriend.â Wait.
âAnd lastly, in case all of those other hints werenât obvious enough, she has a needy cat whoâs obsessed with Christina Lauren.â He strokes between your needy kittyâs ears and tucks the little guy in under a blanket. What a lucky cat.Â
Jungkook only stops with the wholesome shit when you climb into his lap and press your lips into his jawline. On instinct, he slips beneath your robe and grabs you at the waist with those gentle hands of his. He smells of cardamom and cedarwood, like the candle you burn on cold nights when fluffy blankets arenât enough. And like a moth, youâre attracted to the light and warmth he radiates in the dimness of your home. Even if it means you might get burned.
âCongratulations, you finally got the name right.â You stick your tongue out while your nails comb their way through the locks of hair at the back of his neck. He locks eyes with you, leaning ever so slightly into the massage the way cats do when they need more attention.
And then your lips meet his. You expect the guy whoâs locked lips with everyone in the office to get straight to the point and not hold back, but that isnât the case. What he gives you instead is a soft graze, an affectionate tease. When you try to go in for another taste, he pulls back and lets you chase him. Youâd love nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face with another kiss.
âI thought you said you werenât down to date a coworker?â Smartass. You wouldnât be sitting on top of his cock if you werenât down to be more intimate with him.
âThat only applies to everyone except you.â Your robe slides off your shoulder as you poke him in the chest. Funny how you arenât cold anymore.
âWhat makes me so special?â he asks while getting a sneak peek of the pretty lingerie youâd secretly hoped heâd see on you.
You think about all the little things he doesâhe walks with you, reads your book recommendations, takes note of your favorite animals and coffee shops. And he never expects anything in return, including your feelings apparently. He just wants to make sure you feel seen and know he always has your back. When heâs too chicken to be upfront about his feelings, youâve come to realize this is his love language.Â
âYou might be open about all the sleeping around you do with other people, but the subtle thoughtful things you do just for me donât go unnoticed.â You run your fingers along his cheek and bring your lips within striking distance from his. This time, he doesnât initiate another chase and allows you to press your words into his mouth. âPlus I think itâs really cute that you use the whale shark skin in-game because of me.â
âThatâs when I knew I was down bad.â The sound he makes is somewhere between a chuckle and an embarrassed sigh. âI didnât even know you played that game and yet my mind was still finding ways to connect everything back to you and your little quirks.â
âI knew I was down bad when I installed that game after hearing you raging about it with the boys,â you blurt out of nowhere.
âYou did what, Y/N?â
âI started playing that headache of a game because of you, okay? I wholeheartedly believed I was taking that secret to the grave, but now it stays between you and me. Got it?â Your face feels hot, but you arenât complaining.
âYes, maâam.â His teasing grin will never get old, and you love that about him.
In the heat of another kiss, you feel Jungkook tug on the silky sash at your waist. Your robe opens up like curtains being drawn for a grand reveal. Exposed as you are, thereâs no need to hide anymore. In fact, youâd be more than down to have sex out in the open on the couch, but you also have to consider the innocent kitten sleeping next to you.
Like the considerate boy he is, Jungkook scoops you up without disturbing the cat and makes his way to your bedroom.
He lays you down on the bed and eyes your body from head to toe. If he wasnât giving you horny eyes when you greeted him at the door, he definitely is now.
âAm I gonna get you in trouble for keeping you up past your bedtime?â He saves time by tearing his hoodie and t-shirt off in one go. Based on those abs, you suppose working out is another one of his favorite pastimes alongside sex, gaming, and fucking around with you.
âNo.â You reach for his body and pull him on top of you. The large bulge tucked away in his sweatpants catches your attention. âBut I might be a little sore for tomorrow.â
âOh? Is that how you like it?â He rubs two fingers against the thin fabric between your legs to test the waters. Your body shudders and tenses up from the tiniest of touches. Given the dry spell youâve suffered through this year, you know it wonât take much for you to lose it. âSure you can handle it?â
âTry me.â You push back with your tongue in his mouth and help him out of his sweats. Youâre one swipe away from clawing his boxers off, but he grabs ahold of your wrists and pins you against the pillows.
âSomeoneâs awfully eager,â he says as he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your breasts. You squirm under his hot breath, asking for more contactâanywhere on your body will do.
âYeah, well, we do have another meeting bright and early tomorrow morning, and itâd look bad if we both fell asleep during it because we were up all night havingââ Your rambling is interrupted by the boyâs cock staring you down. He tears open a square packet, but you swipe it away and slide it down his length. You donât mind a bit of rubber if it gives you an excuse to get your paws on him.
In return, he helps you wiggle out of your teeny tiny thong and bra. His hands waste no time in squeezing your breasts and fingering you down below to make sure youâre wet enough. (Spoiler alert: You most definitely are.)
As big as he is, he slides in with relative ease thanks to how desperately you need him inside you. He fills you in perfectly, too, reaffirming the fact that you and him are perfect for one another. Fuck everyone who thinks otherwise.
You dig your long nails into his arms as he moves in and out of you. If he keeps going harder with every thrust, youâre gonna have a difficult time holding on.
âI swear your nails are like cat claws,â he grunts into your ear but makes no actual effort to extract your nails from his arms.
âIf I recall correctly, you did refer to me as a soft kitten who isnât afraid to bring her claws out,â you hum up at him.
âHey, letâs not talk about all the sappy things I said in-game right now.â Thereâs a hint of poutiness in his otherwise raspy bedroom voice. As punishment for teasing him, he flips you over onto your knees to give him the best view of your ass. âYou werenât supposed to hear that stuff.â
âTell me something Iâm supposed to hear,â you challenge him as he gives your ass a good squeeze. His fingers dip back between your legs and circle your clit a few times. You body rubs back on instinct like a horny pup against a toy.
âI would like to formally ask you out,â he says with his hands at your hips and his cock back inside you. "Will you go out with me?"
âYou're a little late, buddy, but yes, Iâll go out with you,â you chuckle until your orgasm sneaks up on you and hits you like a truck. The moans you let out are probably loud enough to wake the cat, but that just means the two of you will have to relocate the next time you have sex. Perhaps his place or the office breakroom might be worth considering.Â
Your arms give out as you tighten around him, so you lower your face to the pillow and let the boy do as he pleases to your body to get his release. After a few more strong thrusts, he gasps your name out in pleasure and pulls out of you. You give him a good ten seconds to catch his breath before you smother him with a million kisses.
You take a glance at the time on your phone. Itâs getting awfully late, and you do have that meeting in the morning, but the two of you have a few options:
A) Cuddle in bed and go to sleep like normal 9-5ers.
B) Hop online and play a few games together because your computerâs still on.
C) Go another round and make a special coffee run before the meeting.
None of those options sound like a bad idea when youâve got Jeon Jungkook to do them with. All he has to do is say the word and you're down.
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