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The meeting had ended. Everyone else had trickled out of the conference room, absorbed in their own tasks, completely unaware of the silent war still raging between you and Soobin. The air felt lighter now, but there was still that undercurrent, that hum of tension, crackling just below the surface. You thought, maybe, you could escape it.
But as you gathered your things, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on you, you realized there was no such thing as escape. Not while Soobin was here.
The door clicked shut behind the last person, the sound a quiet but final signal that the room was now empty. You felt the absence of the others like a sudden rush of cold air, leaving you alone with him. Just the two of you. And that realization—unnerving, exhilarating—tightened something in your chest.
You couldn’t leave. Not yet. Not with Soobin still sitting there, his presence overwhelming, like a storm cloud hanging over you. He was leaning back in his chair, arms folded loosely across his chest, an amused glint in his eyes as he watched you.
“You’re not in a rush to leave, are you?” His voice is casual, but there’s something heavier in the air now, something that wasn’t there before. The walls feel closer. The hum of the lights above you almost feels deafening.
You pause, your hand hovering over your bag. You should leave. You should grab your things and walk out the door, pretend that nothing happened. But your feet won’t move. You’re rooted to the spot, and your pulse is racing in a way you can’t explain. Your heart feels like it might burst through your chest, and you hate the way it betrays you.
“Why don’t you just go, Soobin?” you say, the words more clipped than you intended, but it’s the only thing you can think of. You want him gone. You want this over.
But Soobin’s smile only widens, and he leans forward just a fraction, his eyes never leaving you. His gaze is intense, unwavering. It’s like he’s daring you to do something, to make a move. But you’re the one who feels cornered.
“Oh, I think you’re forgetting something.” His voice lowers, a touch of mockery in it, but underneath is that same undercurrent of something dangerous. “You’re the one who’s been avoiding me. Not the other way around.”
You feel your chest tighten, a sharp pang of frustration pooling in your stomach. “I haven’t been avoiding you,” you snap, though you know it’s a lie. You’ve been avoiding him for days—ever since that last time. Since the meeting yesterday. And now here you are, stuck in this room with him again.
His lips twitch as if he knows exactly what you’re feeling. "You really think you can keep pretending, Y/N? You’re so much better at this game than I gave you credit for."
You can’t tell if he’s mocking you or complimenting you, but either way, it makes you angry. You don’t like the way he’s looking at you, like he knows exactly how you’re reacting to him. Like he can see all the things you don’t want him to see. You want to lash out. To tear him down. But instead, all you can do is stare back, your hands clenched into fists by your sides.
“So what now, Soobin?” Your voice shakes only slightly, but you manage to keep your cool, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to keep the distance. You can’t let him get to you. Not now.
He watches you, his eyes narrowing just a little. The corner of his mouth lifts into that infuriating, smug smirk that you’ve come to hate—and, somehow, crave. “What do you think is going to happen, Y/N?” His voice drops, the tone almost a whisper now. “You’ve been pushing me away, pretending not to care, but we both know the truth, don’t we?" His cock twitches as he watches your eyes look up at him, the height difference only adding onto his imaginations, he needed to see you under him, begging for him.
You swallow, heart hammering in your chest. You want to say something, anything, but your mind is a mess.
He takes a step toward you, slow and measured, his footsteps quiet against the floor, but each one seems to echo in the otherwise empty room. The space between you and him shrinks with each movement, and you feel the heat of his presence before he even reaches you. Your breath catches in your throat, and you force yourself to stand still, to not back away.
“Tell me something, Y/N.” Soobin’s voice is low now, almost a rasp, like a soft threat hanging in the air. “How long are you going to keep pretending this doesn’t matter?”
You open your mouth to speak, to argue, but no words come out. It’s like you’ve forgotten how to talk. Your thoughts are scattered, scattered in a thousand different directions, all of them colliding into each other, and the only thing you can focus on is Soobin. The way he’s looking at you, the way his presence fills up every corner of the room.
“I’m not pretending, I don't want anything to do with you. I know what type of man you are, stop it..” you finally manage, but even you can hear the lie in your voice. It sounds hollow, weak. Pathetic. Your knees are wobbly, and any second now they might give out.
Soobin’s eyes glint with something dangerous—something dark. His lips curl into a smile, but it’s not the smug one from before. It’s something more primal. More confident. “You can keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better,” he says, stepping even closer, until there’s only a breath’s worth of space between you. “But you can’t fool me.”
Your body stiffens at his proximity, your pulse thrumming in your ears, but you’re rooted in place, unable to move. Your skin feels hot, too hot, and you know that if you even glance at him the wrong way, everything will unravel.
But Soobin isn’t giving you a choice. He takes another step, his breath brushing across your face, and the closeness of him makes you dizzy. His hand twitches like he’s going to reach out, but he doesn’t.
You look up at him, meeting his gaze for the first time in what feels like forever, and for a moment, the world tilts. There’s something in his eyes—something raw, something vulnerable.
The air between you two is thick now, suffocating, and all you can think about is how close he is, how much you want to push him away, but how much you don’t want to at the same time. Your heart pounds in your chest, and your breath feels shallow, trapped beneath the weight of his gaze.
And then, just when you think you can’t take it anymore, Soobin’s voice breaks through the silence.
“I see it. I can see everything. And you know it.” He says, his tone quieter now, almost coaxing, like he’s trying to pull something out of you.
His hand finally reaches out, brushing the edge of your sleeve, and the shock of his touch sends a jolt through your body. You stiffen, heart racing. The connection between the two of you is almost electric, like you’re two magnets caught in a relentless pull.
For a moment, you feel like you can’t breathe. But then his hand slides down, brushing over your wrist, and you feel the air shift. You don’t know what this is. You don’t know what he’s doing to you, but every instinct in your body is telling you to pull away.
And yet, you don’t.
"You can't make me do this. Not willingly." You spit out, glaring at him. "All you'll be is a pervert who can't get some pussy without force."
Soobin’s smile deepens, a quiet satisfaction flickering in his eyes. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?” he murmurs, his hand still resting lightly on your wrist, as if he’s marking his territory.
You could push him away. You could walk out the door. You could do a thousand things to escape this, but for some reason, you don’t.
Instead, you just stand there, caught in the tension, knowing—somewhere deep down—that there’s no way out of this. Not anymore.
Everyone was busy. There was only a thin wall covering the noises of you & Soobin from the rest of your co-workers.
You knew this was insane, but the tension was thick enough to cut the air, pierce your skin into millions of tiny little cuts and it felt like Soobin would drink your blood if he could, so desperate for any chance to touch you, lick you, swallow you full.
You mumbled out a curse word before leaning in just a bit, going on your tippy toes, pulling him In for a kiss. You felt the little smile he let out as he picked you up from your waist, letting himself stumble onto the table.
It was passionate, so rough yet so deep, you could feel his heavy breathing and his cock twitching every time your breasts bounced against his chest.
You tilted your head, letting him take control, wanting to give in, wanting him to fuck you senseless.
You moaned into his mouth as he started to grope you, pulling your legs up to rest on his waist as you grinded on him, feeling your stomach churn as you wanted more. It lasted all about five minutes before you realized what you had just done.
You quickly let go of him, staring at him, mouth agape as he simply looked at you with a cocky smile and lips all red. His cheeks were a pink hue as he motioned towards his cock.
"Look at it."
You shook your head, "No. What the fuck. Forget this even happened, it was a spur of the moment thing. Do not ever fucking try this again."
You gathered your things, ready to go before he grabbed your wrist.
"Baby, you started it. I didn't kiss you. You kissed me." There it goes again, his arrogant know-it-all tone as he pointed once again towards his bulge. "Look at how hard you got me. You can't just leave. You need to finish what you started."