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{Exo Minseok} ~ Smut

For Zoë~

"Oops" you muttered under your breath as the papers you were holding under your right arm slid free and pattered onto the floor surrounding your feet. You knelt down to start gathering up the sheets that were covered in your gentle artwork that were gathered around you like autumn leaves in late October. They fluttered as you gently piled them up and decided on placing them into a folder to stop them raining everywhere just in case you slipped again. The marble floor was cold as your finger tips grazed against it, picking up the last pieces. You reached out for the last sheet of paper and placed it into your folder as you stood.

You heard a group of voices talking in the direction you had just come from, that being the direction of the elevators. The building you worked in was quite prestigious some might say. It was in fact the SM building. You worked in the communications office, right at the top of the building, being part of the visual concept team. This involved many different roles, but you specialised in the overall concept, the inspiration behind the album and music video connection. So the papers that had fluttered to your feet moments ago contained drawings upon paintings of the different idols under the company. Although, Kim Minseok was your favourite to muse after by far, you didn't let anyone know. You never personally interacted with idols. That was more for the makeup artists and stylists. But people knew who you were, and they knew you were the one inspiring concepts.

If someone had found out you had a soft spot for Minseok, they would surely pass it on. You were sure of it. So you never let on. That was not a bridge you were ready to approach, never mind start crossing. But every day you went into that building you'd hoped you would bump into him. You had seen him plenty of times, leaving rooms down the hall from meetings as you are entering a different one, but your paths never truly crossed.

You turned towards the voices which you could tell had just left the elevator due to the ding that echoed through the quiet lobby. You kept walking slowly as you glanced back over your shoulder. Your heart started racing as you recognised the faces. Nine of them. One that was the last the leave the elevator caught your eye. You could see his black hair peeking out from underneath the black cap he was wearing. His white oversized hoodie sleeves pulled up to his elbows and hanging against his black skinny ripped jeans. You snapped your head back forward. Your stomach started flipping and you could feel your face heating up. Your head hung, looking at your feet and you let your eyes pop as you walked towards the exit of the building. Just knowing how close you were to him made your mind fog up.

When the cold air outside nibbled at your cheeks, you welcomed it, hoping it would lessen the tint that now covered them. You buried your face into your scarf and started your short walk home. Your heart was racing so fast that the whole walk home felt like you were walking on clouds, and before you even realised what you were doing you had shut your apartment door behind you. Your mind still focusing on what had happened. You set your folders down on the breakfast bar in the open plan kitchen and living space that your door faced.

You had just started hanging your coat back in your wardrobe when you heard a knock at the door. You clinked the hanger against the metal rod before shutting the wooden door and making your way to the door. You were thinking maybe it could be a delivery you had placed for work and opened the door without even thinking to check.

"(Y/N)," the voice breathed.

You stood frozen. Your shock evident in your hesitation before replying.

"Minseok?" You looked at him. Mouth parted slightly, your hand still on the door. He smirked when you said his name. His eyes glared into yours. Your whole body was frozen stiff with nerves, but his. His was calm and smooth and slick. His tongue licked his smirking lips as he took his cap off, his black locks falling onto the sides of his face before his hand ran through it and dropped to his side.