Pick Up Lines (Taejoon)

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All of the meeting rooms were full. Namjoon huffed out a discontented sigh. he just wanted to find somewhere quiet and peaceful where he could sit back and get some work done. All the workers were being forced out of their cubicles - something to do with an overdue deep cleaning - and either told to go home or finish their work elsewhere. Namjoon was a bit upset already, he had been one of the workers not allowed to leave. He was told the company needed his data entry as soon as possible and that meant working until it was time to clock out.

A lot of other workers had been old the same thing as Namjoon and so were spilling into the gigantic meeting rooms in hopes of getting things done. It caused the spaces to be cramped and some people were just deciding to trash it all and take a sick day and leave anyway. Namjoon was about to do the same thing when he came upon the last room down the hall. It was empty, save one person, and of course that person was Namjoon's own personal annoyance.

Taehyung.

But Namjoon needed to get work done and unfortunately Taehyung was honestly quieter than being cramped in a meeting room with twelve other people. If he didn't get the work done, he wouldn't get paid and he had bills and a lease like anyone else - not to mention he didn't even have any sick days to take yet as he hadn't been working at the company that long.

Poking his head in, Namjoon noticed Taehyung staring out the window, ignoring the laptop seated on the table in front of him.

"Is it ok if I stay here?" Namjoon asked as he knocked on the glass door lightly.

Taehyung's ears almost perked up as Namjoon's voice came to him. He could have sworn he was day dreaming but when he looked back at the door, there he was. Taehyung gave the older one of his deep chuckles, running a hand through that dark purple hair. If Namjoon hadn't have known Taehyung as well as he did, he would have said the action was hot, "Your shirt has to go but you can stay." There was that deep voice again, dripping with a honeyed baritone sound. Namjoon loved deep voices - he had one himself but even his wasn't as deep as Taehyung's.

His cheeks heated up and he clutched the front of his shirt protectively.

Taehyung confused Namjoon immensely. One moment he'd be cute as a button and the next he'd be sexy as hell. It was as if the man could switch between the two as if it was as easy as flicking a light switch. To make matters worse, Taehyung some times got physical with his advances. It was never indecent and he never touched Namjoon in any private areas but there would sometimes be a hand running through his hair, or a pat on his knee or he would be pulled into a side hug and forced to walk next to Taehyung if they were both going the same way.

"Is that a yes?"

Taehyung tilted his head as if contemplating the question but an easy, boxy grin broke out on his face and he nodded. Namjoon made his way into the room, choosing to set up his paperwork and laptop as far away from Taehyung as possible.

"You may not want to sit there," taehyung pointed out.

Namjoon furrowed his brows, looking at the seat. It seemed fine - a regular swivel chair. Perhaps it had a bit more cushioning but it seemed otherwise normal.

"Why?"

Taehyung chuckled, "My lap would be more comfortable."

Namjoon's cheeks flushed again. He could even feel the tips of his ears burning at such a remark. The worst part was he had no comeback readily available in his mind. Despite having such a high I.Q., he really didn't know how to handle certain situations and this was certainly one of them. He angrily sat down with a huff of annoyance, pulling his laptop towards himself and turning it on. Out of the side of his eye he saw Taehyung go back to staring out the window.

That was fine with him - the less he had to deal with the younger, the better.