Just a Game | Eugene Lee Yang x Reader fanfic

Emails.

When we got back to the office, the guys decided to show me around a bit, before guiding me to where my desk would be, a bright yellow sticker on the side of my computer to show it was mine. It was a nice area, the chairs were comfy, the monitor was big, and I could see they had everything installed that I'd need to create the different graphics.

"We're all over at the next row of tables if you need any of us, and then there's all our contact info in your email account," Keith told me as I set my stuff down, and worked on getting situated.

I smiled softly. "Thanks, guys."

I hadn't been given an assignment beyond the Smosh shoot just yet, so I looked in my folder for my temporary login, worked on filling everything out to access the email, and then got to looking through stuff.

There were a few different people contacting me, introducing themselves, letting me know we'd be working together, a couple of people requesting meetings for projects I'd be working on in the near future, all simple work stuff to get me going.

It didn't take long to reply to the few emails, get two meetings scheduled for the day, and be completely caught up. Glancing at the clock, I saw I still had some time before the first meeting. At first, I considered exploring on my own, going to get food or something, but I just kept thinking back to how Eugene had acted. I glanced over at him, seeing him focused on his own computer before my eyes darted between the other three Try Guys. An idea popped into my head, and I opened a new email.

To: Keith Habersberger, Ned Fulmer, Zach Kornfeld

From: Y/N

Subject: Inquiring Minds.

So this may be a totally weird question, but is Eugene in a better mood today than usual?

Y/N,
Buzzfeed Graphic Design Department

Send.

Over the course of the next minute, each of the three guys glanced up at me with a confused look, looked over at Eugene and then back to their computer.

New Chat Request popped up, and I accepted it, seeing one of them had started an IM group to make it easier to talk.

Keith H: He seemed in a better mood at Smosh, but haven't noticed anything else, why?

Ned F: Seemed a little different today. Not sure what it is.

Me: He just... I don't know.

Zach K: Just what? Did he email you, or say something to you?

Me: The whole "I don't like being touched"/"I don't like hugs" thing isn't a persona he puts on for the camera, right?

Ned F: No, normally you get your hand slapped away if you touch him, and the only time he allows hugs is on camera - even then it's not receptive.

Zach K: Now that I think about it... He was pretty touchy-feely with you during the game...

Keith H: OMG OMG OMG.
Keith H: EUGENE HAS A CRUSH.

My cheeks went red reading that message, and I glanced up to meet Keith's giant grin with wide dear-in-headlights eyes. Eugene, Buzzfeed heartthrob, could have any girl he wanted, Eugene had a crush on me? No, no, no.

Me: Maybe I'm overthinking this. He was probably just being nice, wanting to make me feel welcome and not like the odd one out. I mean, he did bring me coffee before even meeting me.

Ned F: Eugene can be nice to newbies, but he's like... extra nice to you.

New Chat Request popped up again, and I glanced at the guys, before accepting it. It was the same group as the other chat, except this one had Eugene, who had been the one to request it.

(Chat 2)

Eugene Y: Drinks tonight? We can bring the Honorary Try Guy along and show her how to party like a real Try Guy ;)

Without thinking, I typed the first thing that came into my head.

Me: I'll drink you under the table, Eugene.

(Chat 1)

Keith H: He soooooo likes you! It's normally us guys or a bunch of us. This time, you're getting included.

Me: Honorary Try Guy, remember? Trying to make me feel included... Remember?

I didn't know why the idea of him liking me freaked me out so much. I mean, yeah, I liked him - he was hot, funny, and I liked the fact he was okay with being outspoken. Maybe I didn't want to get my hopes up and learn it really was just him being nice.

(Chat 2)

Zach K: Ohhhhhh, you gonna let her talk to you like that, Eugene?

Eugene Y: Don't start what you can't finish, little girl.

Me: 'Fraid a "little girl" will show you up, pretty boy?

The banter came easy between us, despite everything running through my head. I glanced over my computer at him and met his eyes, both of us smirking at each other.

Ned F: She has you pegged pretty well, pal :p

Keith H: She definitely belongs with us.

Eugene: You're on, honeybun.

Red cheeks came back and I glanced at my clock, seeing it was a few minutes until my first meeting.

Me: Well boys, someone send me a text or email with a time and place and I'll meet you - I've got work to do. Toodles.

Toodles wasn't really something I said, it was more of a joke-y, cheeky ending. I closed both chats out and my email before grabbing the stuff I'd need for the meeting and went off to it.

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I was able to work for the rest of the day, finally having stuff to do and work on. I'd been added to the group chat through text and the boys discussed different ideas while I worked, and finally gave a final time and location. I texted back and agreed to it before leaving the office.

I drove home and went back to my apartment to shower and change. I wanted to look cute, whether Eugene liked me or not, and going out was one of the few times I really dressed up. There would probably be times at Buzzfeed where I'd go in with sweats, a messy ponytail, and minimal makeup. We didn't have any form of uniform and could come in full PJs if we wanted to. The temptation to come to work one day in an adult onesie was real.

I dried and straightened my purple hair (A/N: Yep, keeping Mari's purple hair, cause it's one of my favorite hair colors), added a little bit of a smokey eye with small little hints of purple. The outfit of choice was a black semi-lacy bra, a white loose tank top tucked into a leather skirt. I pulled on knee-high level boots with just a tiny heel. After pulling on some accessories, I grabbed my bag and headed out.