Ship/Member: Jeonghan/Wonwoo Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: Office!au, awkward flirting, (banging fists on table) Wonwoo from IT! Wonwoo from IT! Permission to remix: Yes
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Jeonghan sits in Mingyu’s oversized ergonomic monstrosity of a desk chair, swiveling idly back and forth. He’s positioned himself to achieve an optimal view of where Jeon Wonwoo from the IT department is attempting to troubleshoot a malfunctioning monitor at Jeonghan’s desk. The rest of the office floor is nearly empty, most people having already headed home for the day; Jeonghan is the lone straggler remaining from his team. He’s honestly lucky that someone from the IT team had still been around, much less willing to come up to the seventh floor to investigate his ticket. He’s extra lucky that the tech who showed up was Wonwoo.
Wonwoo’s sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, showing off his forearms, and his dress shirt pulls tight across his back as he leans across Jeonghan’s desk. The pose itself isn’t particularly sexy—he’s twisted nearly upside down, neck straining in a way that can’t possibly be comfortable as he messes with the cable inputs at the back of Jeonghan’s monitor—but Jeonghan drinks it in regardless. Wonwoo has an awkward kind of charm that Jeonghan finds irresistible, much to the annoyance amusement of his coworkers.
(Mingyu’s pointed eye-rolling doesn’t count, he is a romantic at heart and is secretly invested— Jeonghan knows because Seokmin snitched on him).
Jeonghan didn’t orchestrate this particular tech malfunction. He’d been caught completely by surprise when he returned from his last meeting of the day and found that his external monitor, which worked perfectly fine not even an hour before, refused to connect to his laptop. But if some of his previous “emergencies” requiring the attention of the IT department had been slightly less unintentional, well. It’s not like any of his coworkers would dare to comment on it.
(Seungcheol would dare, but Seungcheol also opened a link in a phishing email once and got the entire internal network stuck in lockdown for a whole day, so he no longer holds any credibility within the office on tech-related matters.)
Besides, it’s not like Wonwoo seems to mind. He always shows up with a small smile and an earnestly enthusiastic greeting. Jeonghan asked once if Wonwoo minded having to come fix issues that people should have been able to solve on their own. They were waiting for an update to run on Jeonghan’s laptop, something that Jeonghan absolutely could have done by himself. Wonwoo just shrugged. It’s an excuse to escape from the help desk emails, he’d said with a wry smile, and I don’t mind spending time with you. Then he remembered to be shy, snapping his mouth shut as his ears flamed bright red.
“That should do it,” Wonwoo says now, disentangling himself from Jeonghan’s monitor setup and standing up. He holds the end of a USB-C cable out toward Jeonghan. “Would you like to do the honors?”
Jeonghan scoots his chair over, then wakes and unlocks his laptop. He plugs the cord in. They both hold their breath as, for a moment, nothing happens— then the monitor flickers to life and Wonwoo lets out a relieved sigh while Jeonghan cheers.
“You’re a lifesaver,” Jeonghan says, which is true in general but perhaps a bit of a stretch in this particular case. All Jeonghan really has left to do tonight is send a couple of semi-time-sensitive emails that could probably wait until the morning. But the words have their intended effect, making Wonwoo glow with quiet happiness.
“Glad I could help,” he says with utter sincerity. And this is probably when he should bow out gracefully and return to his own cubicle, but he continues to hover by Jeonghan’s desk, staying for long enough that the moment starts to turn awkward. He tucks his hands into his pockets and clears his throat. “Yoon daeri-nim?”
“Hm?” Jeonghan tilts his head, fixing Wonwoo with his most alluring smile. Gratifyingly, the tips of Wonwoo’s ears begin to flush.
“It’s late, have you eaten yet?”
Jeonghan can see Wonwoo agonizing over the words, talking around what he actually wants to say, as if there’s any chance Jeonghan would actually reject him; as if Jeonghan hasn’t been actively flirting with him for the past six months.
“I haven’t,” Jeonghan says, trying hard to keep his voice even instead of letting out another celebratory whoop. “Would you like to go grab something together?”
Relief dawns over Wonwoo’s face, and he nods perhaps a shade too enthusiastically. “Yes, that’s— I mean, I’d like that.”
“Great.” Jeonghan powers down his laptop—screw those emails—and shuts the lid with a decisive snap. He even reaches over to turn off his monitor, something he has literally never bothered to do ever before in his life. “Let’s go.”
Wonwoo blinks behind his distressingly sexy nerd glasses. “Right now?”
“Sure,” Jeonghan says with a shrug. “Why not?”
Wonwoo returns his smile, and it feels like a victory. “Okay,” he agrees. “But I’m paying.” His voice wavers slightly, and it’s not smooth in the least, but his determination is cute enough that Jeonghan is happy to pretend not to notice.
“Well, if a pretty boy wants to buy me dinner then who am I to say no?”
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Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Office!au, awkward flirting, (banging fists on table) Wonwoo from IT! Wonwoo from IT!
Permission to remix: Yes
***
Jeonghan sits in Mingyu’s oversized ergonomic monstrosity of a desk chair, swiveling idly back and forth. He’s positioned himself to achieve an optimal view of where Jeon Wonwoo from the IT department is attempting to troubleshoot a malfunctioning monitor at Jeonghan’s desk. The rest of the office floor is nearly empty, most people having already headed home for the day; Jeonghan is the lone straggler remaining from his team. He’s honestly lucky that someone from the IT team had still been around, much less willing to come up to the seventh floor to investigate his ticket. He’s extra lucky that the tech who showed up was Wonwoo.
Wonwoo’s sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, showing off his forearms, and his dress shirt pulls tight across his back as he leans across Jeonghan’s desk. The pose itself isn’t particularly sexy—he’s twisted nearly upside down, neck straining in a way that can’t possibly be comfortable as he messes with the cable inputs at the back of Jeonghan’s monitor—but Jeonghan drinks it in regardless. Wonwoo has an awkward kind of charm that Jeonghan finds irresistible, much to the
annoyanceamusement of his coworkers.(Mingyu’s pointed eye-rolling doesn’t count, he is a romantic at heart and is secretly invested— Jeonghan knows because Seokmin snitched on him).
Jeonghan didn’t orchestrate this particular tech malfunction. He’d been caught completely by surprise when he returned from his last meeting of the day and found that his external monitor, which worked perfectly fine not even an hour before, refused to connect to his laptop. But if some of his previous “emergencies” requiring the attention of the IT department had been slightly less unintentional, well. It’s not like any of his coworkers would dare to comment on it.
(Seungcheol would dare, but Seungcheol also opened a link in a phishing email once and got the entire internal network stuck in lockdown for a whole day, so he no longer holds any credibility within the office on tech-related matters.)
Besides, it’s not like Wonwoo seems to mind. He always shows up with a small smile and an earnestly enthusiastic greeting. Jeonghan asked once if Wonwoo minded having to come fix issues that people should have been able to solve on their own. They were waiting for an update to run on Jeonghan’s laptop, something that Jeonghan absolutely could have done by himself. Wonwoo just shrugged. It’s an excuse to escape from the help desk emails, he’d said with a wry smile, and I don’t mind spending time with you. Then he remembered to be shy, snapping his mouth shut as his ears flamed bright red.
“That should do it,” Wonwoo says now, disentangling himself from Jeonghan’s monitor setup and standing up. He holds the end of a USB-C cable out toward Jeonghan. “Would you like to do the honors?”
Jeonghan scoots his chair over, then wakes and unlocks his laptop. He plugs the cord in. They both hold their breath as, for a moment, nothing happens— then the monitor flickers to life and Wonwoo lets out a relieved sigh while Jeonghan cheers.
“You’re a lifesaver,” Jeonghan says, which is true in general but perhaps a bit of a stretch in this particular case. All Jeonghan really has left to do tonight is send a couple of semi-time-sensitive emails that could probably wait until the morning. But the words have their intended effect, making Wonwoo glow with quiet happiness.
“Glad I could help,” he says with utter sincerity. And this is probably when he should bow out gracefully and return to his own cubicle, but he continues to hover by Jeonghan’s desk, staying for long enough that the moment starts to turn awkward. He tucks his hands into his pockets and clears his throat. “Yoon daeri-nim?”
“Hm?” Jeonghan tilts his head, fixing Wonwoo with his most alluring smile. Gratifyingly, the tips of Wonwoo’s ears begin to flush.
“It’s late, have you eaten yet?”
Jeonghan can see Wonwoo agonizing over the words, talking around what he actually wants to say, as if there’s any chance Jeonghan would actually reject him; as if Jeonghan hasn’t been actively flirting with him for the past six months.
“I haven’t,” Jeonghan says, trying hard to keep his voice even instead of letting out another celebratory whoop. “Would you like to go grab something together?”
Relief dawns over Wonwoo’s face, and he nods perhaps a shade too enthusiastically. “Yes, that’s— I mean, I’d like that.”
“Great.” Jeonghan powers down his laptop—screw those emails—and shuts the lid with a decisive snap. He even reaches over to turn off his monitor, something he has literally never bothered to do ever before in his life. “Let’s go.”
Wonwoo blinks behind his distressingly sexy nerd glasses. “Right now?”
“Sure,” Jeonghan says with a shrug. “Why not?”
Wonwoo returns his smile, and it feels like a victory. “Okay,” he agrees. “But I’m paying.” His voice wavers slightly, and it’s not smooth in the least, but his determination is cute enough that Jeonghan is happy to pretend not to notice.
“Well, if a pretty boy wants to buy me dinner then who am I to say no?”
sliding in one last wonhan to end 2024