ii. make me a fire
the first time he saw you,
you were incredibly happy.
you got promoted at your job and you were the first ever to be promoted so fast at your company- you were only a month in. of course, there were jealous seniors mumbling under their breaths about how you got connections, that's why how you got the job in a such prestigious company in the first place- but you didn't pay mind.
why would you ever pay mind?
you were making a reservation at an expensive ribs restaurant for your small celebration party with your friend, park inha, who insisted to pay for your meal. you promised her and your workmates that you'd pay for karaoke and drinks afterwards.
the woman at the front desk was taking too long to list down inha's name and contact number, so you wandered around the lobby and the hallway leading up to the main dining room once you got the permission of the guard, looking at the paintings and autographs made by celebrities framed and plastered on the velvet wall.
this restaurant is no joke.
you were so caught up with your small adventure that you didn't see the two men on their way out, laughing and chatting with one another, heading the opposite direction from yours before one of them collided their broad shoulder into you.
you were pushed into the wall-luckily, there was no damage made-and the man had been pushed back to his friend. you were about to get mad, you were so close to telling them off, but then you thought that maybe you had been a little bit careless yourself.
"shit, i'm so sorry!" one of the men said, a small accent ascending between his consonants.
you felt a big, warm hand softly touch your shoulder to check if you were okay, and you finally had the dignity to show your face to the men. now that your eyes were in level with the culprit, you felt your heart skip a beat.
okay, but he's hot.
you told yourself to stop. this man, clad in a black suit that hugged his body right, almost knocked you into the achievements case drilled to the wall, and he almost made you pay triple the bill for this god forbidden place, good god, now isn't the time to fawn over his ridiculously good lo-stop being ridiculous.
"zhang yixing," the man in front of you introduced himself with a cute dimpled smile. he cut himself off before he could even raise a hand to shake your own. "wait-hold on. you're komatsu somi, right? i've heard about you! we're in the same company, you see. me and jongin are dance trainers."
"jongin...?" you trailed off silently, eyes turning to the other handsome man with him, also clad in a similar suit to yixing's. "oh, it's nice to meet you both...?"
jongin smiled at you and offered his hand for a small handshake, and you gladly took it. you bowed your head politely and tried not to think about your thoughts earlier-you've called your senior hot and almost got mad at them for bumping into you. the thought of actually yelling at both of them for being careless sent shivers down your spine.
"you got promoted, right?" jongin asked.
"uh-yes, yes! i'm here for a reservation," you replied cheerfully, with an equally cheerful smile.
"oh, i think we're interrupting-we should go-"
"n-no! not at all!" you exclaimed nervously, waving your hands around. "you're welcome to join us, if you want."
yixing quirked a well-defined eyebrow at you and smiled again. is there something even remotely ugly with this damned man? you felt your blouse tighten at your neck, and your fingers fight to tug away the collar.
