☆ idea dump for the fake scenarios i make up in head when i listen to songs
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gentle reminder: this chapter is a mature office romance type of story 彡 since i wanted to try something new :D
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i burned myself down to the ground, oh, can i ask of you to treat me soft and tender
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the boyz sangyeon
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"This sucks," You huffed as you frustratedly laid down the printout sheets you and your partner were supposed to present tomorrow. "Is our idea even good enough?"
"I don't see any reason for it not to." He said as he made his way to you, gently rubbing your shoulders to ease your tensed up state.
It was already two in the morning, with your office floor, maybe even building empty, with Sangyeon and you being the only ones left.
"I think they turned down the AC's," He observed the room temperature, loosening his tie as he walked around trying to feel if the vents put out cool air. "I guess it's gonna be hot in here."
You looked at him in awe, it was going to be hot in here if he was going to loosen his tie like that.
Although you and Sangyeon never actually had a romantic relationship, there was always this kind of sexual tension between you two.
Maybe it was the way you two spent almost every day together since you were the two architects assigned for this building, or the way you two lived in the same neighborhood, making you two occasionally bump into each other even during the weekends.
Your co-workers even get confused about you two, as they often catch you guys acting as if you were already together, when in fact it was just the way your relationship with each other was.
Nevertheless, you were still attracted to him. Even if you weren't planning on dating any time soon, he still manages to catch you on your feet sometimes, making you swoon over him during moments like this.
"Do you want me to tie this for you?" He said as he made his way behind you, gathering your flowy hair into his hands, as you were too busy glueing a few pieces onto your model.
"Please." You said as you felt a few beads of sweat forming on the nape of your neck. He pulled a chair behind you, sitting with you in the middle of his legs as he gently braided your hair. "Thank you." You thanked him for his kind gesture.
