Just My Type (Not The First, Not The Last) × HoonHan

Two

Jeonghan has more questions than he has answers.

He doesn't mind as much as he should because he has Jihoon's phone number. He finally has his number! It took him over four years, but he has it!

"Whoa, what's up with you?" Hansol asks, "You've got this stupid grin on your face. You look real dumb."

Jeonghan's smile immediately vanishes, "What do you need?"

"I need your boss to sign these papers - "

"Then tell him."

"Hey, he's not from my department."

"Well, I'm not his secretary so."

"I didn't come all the way down here just for you to - "

"It's only two floors."

"You know he hates me."

"His secretary doesn't. Ask her to tell him."

Hansol scowls at him, "She'll wanna make me take her out on a date."

"Then ask him yourself. It's work. He has to sign the papers." Jeonghan replies, "You've been working here for, like, three years. Get your shit together."

"I fucking hate you." Hansol hisses, "Can't you help me out just once?"

Jeonghan rolls his eyes and turns back to his monitor, ignoring the huff Hansol lets out before he stomps away.

It doesn't matter if his co-workers are annoying sometimes, he has Jihoon's number and he's going to visit Jeonghan when he gets out of work!

"He's right, you know. That smile does make you look dumb."

"I can't get some peace, can I?" Jeonghan snaps, turning to look at Joshua, "What do you need?"

"Nothing." Joshua shrugs, walking past Jeonghan's desk to get to his own. "Just wanted to tell you how dumb you look."

Jeonghan holds back a groan.

-

Jeonghan is getting his keys out of his pocket when Jiwoo makes her presence known.

"Good afternoon."

Jeonghan startles so bad he drops his keys.

So quiet, I never hear her coming.

He turns around to greet Jiwoo, but all words die at the tip of his tongue.

Jiwoo turns to look behind her like she's surprised that Jeonghan is reacting to her this way, like she doesn't know how beautiful she is and like she doesn't know that whoever looks at her would be rendered speechless.

She's wearing a silver tulle dress that ends at her knees. The corset top of the dress is sheer and Jeonghan can see the milky skin of her stomach. There's silver glittering around her throat and on her ears. Her hair is in a half up, half down updo. She has her stars in her hair again, holding her platinum blonde hair in place.

She looks like a princess.

She's cradling a grey jar and staring at him with grey eyes.

"... I like your stars." Jeonghan chokes out.

Jiwoo's lips (a light pink color that glistens) twitch in amusement, tapping her fingernails against the jar and Jeonghan feels his shoulders relax.

"Thank you." She says with her usual straight face, "May I have some flour?"

Jeonghan blinks, trying to remember what he was about to do before Jiwoo showed up.

"Uh, gimme a sec." Jeonghan stoops to grab his keys. He fumbles with them for a second before he pauses in thought, "I actually don't think I have flour."