Mr. Love: Queen's Choice One Shots

Victor: Coffee

October 31st. Halloween.
    The day was absolutely chaotic at the studio. You were bustling around, constantly on your feet as you prepared to film the show for the evening time. You hardly had any time to eat or rest. By the end of the day, you were exhausted.
    You were walking to your car when you got a phone call. You quickly felt around your purse before you grabbed your phone. Without looking at the caller ID, you answered. "Hello?"
    "You're late with your presentation." Victor's voice was filled with annoyance as he spoke, not even bothering to say hello.
    You grit your teeth. You had completely forgotten about the presentation with him. You rubbed your forehead as you got the keys out of your purse. "Right, I'm sorry, sir. I'll be there in ten minutes."
    "You better," Victor said before hanging up.
    You growled as you slipped into your car and started it. You buckled up and began to drive to LFG. Of course Victor wouldn't forget about something like that! You gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Didn't even bother to say hello," you mumbled as you pulled into the parking garage.
    You parked your car and went into the building, pressing the button for the eighteenth floor. You rode up the elevator. It let out a small chime and the doors slid open. You stepped out and walked down the hall, holding the half-finished folder in your arms as you approached Victor's door. You softly knocked on it, waiting for his response.
    "Come in," he said, his voice muffled by the door.
    You opened the door and were overwhelmed by the smell of pumpkin coffee. You saw Victor's chair turned around, his back to you. His desk was clear, the papers stacked neatly in the corner and his pen perched in its holder. In the corner, the fireplace was going, making the room warm and cozy.
    You blinked. "Sir?"
    Victor's chair swiveled. You saw his perfectly combed hair, his steel grey eyes piercing you as he looked at your disheveled appearance. He frowned. "You look terrible," he said bluntly.
    "Thank you," you replied flatly. "I'm here for the presentation."
    "Sit," he said, motioning to the couch.
    You frowned. He had never been one to conduct business on the couch. You slowly made your way over, sitting your purse down by the couch and shrugging off your coat. You watched as Victor stood, going over to a personal coffee maker. He wasn't the type to make coffee during a meeting, either. What was going on?
    "So, for the presentation," you began, opening the folder. "We made some changes."
    Victor frowned. He was holding two steaming mugs in his hands. "Since when did I tell you that you could start presenting?" he said sternly. He walked over and handed you one of the mugs. "Be careful. It's hot."
    "T-Thank you," you said, still unsure of why he was giving this to you. It smelled delicious. You weren't necessarily crazy for pumpkin flavored anything, but the coffee smelled too good to pass up. You took a small sip, smiling as the liquid warmed your body.
    Victor set his mug down on the table in front of you before going to the other side of the couch. He reached behind it and grabbed a large blanket. You watched him, your eyebrow raised in confusion. Was he cold? Why get a blanket out, then? He moved closer to you and draped the blanket over your back, wrapping it around your shoulders.
    "What are you doing?" you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.
    Victor frowned and grabbed the folder, setting it to the side. "Don't present to me half-done work," he scolded. "If you're going to present a project, have it be complete."
    You shuttered. "Y-Yes, sir."
    Victor sighed. "Enough with the 'sir' talk, already." He rubbed his forehead and sat down beside you. "I knew you wouldn't catch on."
    You glanced at him. "Catch on with what?"
    Victor looked at you with annoyance. "You haven't once noticed that this isn't a meeting?" He shook his head. "Sure, I told you that you were late for your presentation. But I never told you what kind of presentation it would be."
    "Huh?"
    "This isn't a work presentation," Victor said. "This is a chance for you to relax with me. I thought you'd get the hint with the coffee and the blanket."
    "Oh, that makes sense," you said, nodding slowly. "I was curious why you were doing things differently."
    Victor rolled his eyes. "Dummy."
    You smiled as you took another sip of the coffee. It tasted amazing, despite coming from a machine.
    "I'm sorry the coffee isn't home brewed," Victor said, smelling the coffee in his mug and frowning. "You'll have to make do with this."
    You smiled warmly at him. "This is fine, Victor. Thank you."
    Victor looked at you as you took another drink of the coffee. He tried to hide his blush as he took a sip of his coffee. He glanced over and saw you hunched over slightly, the blanket on your shoulders and the mug in your hands. He adjusted the blanket for you, moving closer in the process.
    "Victor?" you asked, feeling his arms wrap around you and hold you close.
    "Yes?" he asked, looking down at you.
    You blushed, smiling softly at him. "Thank you for the coffee."
    Victor gave you a rare smile. "You're welcome."
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I couldn't bring myself to write Victor experiencing a haunted house or trick-or-treating. So I just wrote something fall related. Victor is scary enough, as is.
    See you all in the next one!