journalism!!au

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⚠️ [WARNING!!] ⚠️
Not suitable for most soft stans!!

this is an addition to the "7k * sungpil special!!" chapter for the fantabulous bighit_trash

hope it's not too shabby, dear hehehe 🥴💜

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"Fridays are better spent in company than alone, right, hyung?"

"Sure..." Sungjin — as per usual — was sitting at his desk, swiveling from side to side on his chair while munching on some chips Wonpil had brought him from the cafeteria and typing up his article. The younger journalist had surprisingly finished up all of his work before his hyung had — he had received fewer assignments due to his sickness early in the week, but he was feeling better now— and had stealthily dropped by Sungjin's office in the evening. Almost nobody was around the office, now, and anybody still roaming about would leave within the next ten minutes. Everybody except a perfectionist by the name of Sungjin. So of course Wonpil just had to stop by to make Sungjin's life more difficult. Not that Sungjin minded it too much anyway, nowadays...

Wonpil was — as he always was when he visited the room — perched atop Sungjin's desk, away from the documents littering the center where Sungjin was busily typing away on his keyboard at an unsteady rhythm but close enough to see what was happening on his hyung's computer screen.

"What're you writing about this time, hyung?"

"Nunna yer bizness."

Wonpil pouted and craned his neck a bit to look at the screen better. This time, the older reporter was blocking out details for an article regarding the recent announcement that YG's Jenny and SM's Kai were dating, Wonpil noticed. What more there was to write about the topic, he did not know. But then he remembered something he heard regarding the whole ordeal and just had to share it with his hyung — he was absolutely obligated to.

"My friend said it seems surreal — fake, almost..." Wonpil spoke out. He took a sip from his milkshake, one leg uncrossing from beneath the other and sidling down to sway over the edge of the desk. Leaning back onto his free palm, he thoughtfully tilted his face up towards the ceiling and continued. "I don't know why she said that... Maybe because of their companies?? Or because of how sudden it all is?.."

"Or coz sheeza Kaisoo shipper..." Sungjin muttered below his breath. His eyebrows crinkled closer together when he noticed Wonpil's inquisitive glance from the corner of his eye.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Mmn, nothing..."

Wonpil shook away his confusion and released his bent leg so that it could join the swinging one. "...okaaaaay..."

Sungjin kept typing. His mind was elsewhere, however, constantly straying from the whole "Kaisoo" ordeal to the honey-like humming of Wonpil like the swaying of said human's legs.

A sudden "Ahem" from Wonpil fully ripped him away from what little concentration he'd had before the pink-haired journalist entered the room. He swiveled sideways in his chair to face the sheepish man sitting atop his desk. "What is it?!" Sungjin's face was overcome with a scowl and he bet it wouldn't leave his features any time soon.

Wonpil's hands rose in a hasty waving gesture, attempting to calm his counterpart. "Hey, hey! Cool off, big guy... I was just gonna tell you that you've been typing something about— something else??"

Sungjin's head whipped back towards his computer screen and he hastily covered the screen with his palms when his eyes skimmed a line set off from the rest. His flustered face turned back to Wonpil. "Y— yah!! Get out of my room and lemme work!!!!"

"But— But hyung!! You've got something going on on your face!! You're all red... and flustered!!!" Wonpil teased. Sungjin had no doubts that his dongsaeng knew what effects he had on him and would never shut up about them.

"That's for me to deal with and for you to hold out on. Now get out of my office!!" Sungjin could feel the redness Wonpil had pointed out. A trickle of sweat rolled down his forehead and curved against his chin.

"I see..." Wonpil leaped off the desk and made his way over to the door. Is he really leaving?! Sungjin thought. A feeling of relief overtook him. Turned out it was quite short-lived, as Wonpil simply clicked the lock in place and turned back to Sungjin. "Hyung!! You don't have to cover it — I know what you wrote!"

Sungjin shivered in fear. His sweat now ran cold. "Hmm... and what would that be??" he nervously laughed out, shifting so his back was covering the computer screen instead of his hands. He was now facing the approaching Wonpil full-on, and BOY did that make him nervous or what...

"Mmn..." Wonpil played along, his steps tantalizingly slow, the space between each stride filled by a dozen of Sungjin's heartbeats. He soon reached Sungjin, and his feet carried him so he was standing between the older man's legs, looking down at Sungjin with an astonishingly charming tilt of his head. His hands slammed onto the armrests of Sungjin's chair so his arms were locking the man in. Sungjin gulped. "You were writing about how badly you want me... how fucking sexy I am — how attractive my eyes, my voice, my hands—"

"Now, now — don' get ahead of yerself, there—"

Wonpil's lighthearted laughter contrasted the serious glint in his eye, and Sungjin gulped once more. The pink-haired man's face dropped to Sungjin's level with a becoming sneer. Sungjin never thought that kind of expression would look good on anybody, but it seemed like Wonpil was the one bastard who could actually pull it off. And, fuck did he pull it off absolutely perfectly... "You desire me, don't you, hyung?~" Wonpil's fingers rose to tilt Sungjin's chin up so that their faces were only a few centimeters apart. "You— you thirst for my touch, my taste... don't you?~" Sungjin felt his muscles convulse and he quivered beneath the intense stare Wonpil held him under. His eyes flitted away in a silent plea for help, but Wonpil only growled at the loss of contact. "Look at me," he assertively whispered out, and Sungjin couldn't help but listen. "Good." Wonpil's stare never ceased, and Sungjin licked his lips in apprehension. "Do you want me, hyung?"

Sungjin's head nodded of its own accord, and he cursed his way-too-eager body for allowing him to be so easily manipulated by his hellishly attractive co-worker.

Wonpil stared a few seconds longer, his expression unreadable, before he reached over to shut the blinds. Sungjin's throat went dry. "Thing is, Sungjinnie-hyung..." Wonpil turned back to him, bringing their noses together this time. Sungjin's breath unnecessarily hitched. "I've wanted you even longer." His breath fanned over Sungjin's lips, nose dragged against his, and then their mouths were meeting and Sungjin swore he was melting. His hands, which had been gripping the seat of his chair only moments ago flew up all in a flurry, grasping Wonpil's collar to bring him closer until the younger man's knee came down between his legs to steady himself with a barely audible "Mmph!" onto Sungjin's lips; then they slid around to the small of the younger man's back, going lower yet to grasp the alluring nether region from the back. Wonpil moaned out onto his lips, moved his hands over from the armrests to pull at his short strands of hair. Sungjin groaned. Maybe I should grow my hair out, soon... Wonpil's nails raked against his scalp, and Sungjin's mouth opened wide in a satisfied gasp.

Wonpil growled over Sungjin's open lips as the older man panted, his brain on short-wire, and murmured, "Like that— Just like that, darling..." He sweetly pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Sungjin's panting lips before he licked into the spread mouth. Sungjin moaned into the contact and replied with his own tongue. Wonpil's fingers on his scalp and leg between his thighs helped Sungjin's aroused state about as much as the sensation of Wonpil's plushy ass beneath his kneading hands did — he wouldn't last much longer like this, that was certain. Sungjin already felt faint enough without Wonpil's throaty moans and breathy exhales into his mouth, and they'd only been making out for about...

Wow.

...Sungjin actually had no idea. All he knew was that it felt too good to be true — he'd wake up any second — so he had to make the most of it while it lasted. So his hands reached lower to grasp Wonpil's butt from the way bottom and he pushed not-so-tenderly into the flesh through the journalist's decently-fitting pants. The heavy moan and pinch at his nape that came from Wonpil's end sealed the deal — this was no dream: the top-wanted man at their firm was indeed right there with him, pressing his body to Sungjin's and intensely locking lips with him. And the realization alone brought Sungjin's eyes to widen and his mouth to sharply inhale. Wonpil, his eyes now open into half-lidded slits, pulled away. He was huffing for breath, and — FUCK — was Sungjin digging the actual picture more than the one from his fantasies or what...

"Why'd you inhale?" Wonpil whined out, a pout now painting his lips. "It's not a nice feeling, you know..." Sungjin was too busy staring at the pink-haired man's lips to answer. Wonpil sighed and sat on Sungjin's lap, his arms splayed over the fascinated man's shoulders. "Look in my eyes," he commanded with a childish huff, and Sungjin willingly obliged. His hands had shifted to Wonpil's hips when the younger man moved and were now pressing pentagons into the skin. "Never — EVER! — inhale when you're kissing me ever again. Got it, hyung?"

Sungjin nodded in understanding and whispered out a barely audible, "Yeah."

Satisfied, Wonpil allowed his pouting lips to spread into a pretzel-shaped grin which covered the skin beside his eyes in wrinkles which brought Sungjin's heart to stutter two beats too fast. "Good," Wonpil sighed out, and then he pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of his co-worker's eye. "If you ever do it again, I'll bite your ear ten times for every time it happens."

Sungjin shuddered, not even wanting to imagine what that would be like. "Won't happen," he assured the source of his attraction before leaning forward to close the distance between them once again. This time was more frantic, more kneading ass and tilting head and breathless lips. The space between Wonpil's moans rapidly decreased as Sungjin began to more regularly push his hips forward in his chair, and the younger journalist flung his hands around to Sungjin's front and forced them beneath the older man's dress shirt, slightly clawing at the skin. Their lips parted, Sungjin's mouth moving in the direction of Wonpil's decently unbuttoned collar. Wonpil brazenly allowed for an increase in volume of his moans when Sungjin murmured, "Yer way too loud..." into his neck and Sungjin entirely gave up on his good reputation at the office. He only hoped that everybody had left at their usual times, as that would mean that the office would be empty by now. "Must feel good, huh?" he panted, lightly nipping at Wonpil's exposed neck, and he felt the pink-haired man shudder beneath his touch.

"G—good," Wonpil whimpered out, pulling at the light hairs growing from Sungjin's armpits from beneath his shirt.

"Like it?" Sungjin hummed onto his skin before nipping at his adam's apple.

"Like~" Wonpil affirmed with a whiny moan, and his fingers pulled at the hairs a bit harder than before. Definitely growing my hair out, Sungjin reminded himself before he pressed his lips back to Wonpil's and allowed the younger man to desperately suck at his mouth.

A few minutes later, Wonpil removed himself from Sungjin, climbing off of him, and settled between his legs on the floor. "Wh—what are you doing??" Sungjin stuttered out, still trying to catch his breath. From between his lowered eyelids, he caught sight of Wonpil's lopsided grin and half-closed eyes.

"Giving you a blowjob," Wonpil unabashedly spoke.

Damn, he really does have no filters, Sungjin thought to himself; and then he felt frantic fingers reaching up to clasp over his belt. He hurriedly pushed them away with a look of horror. "N-no way!! Not happening!"

Wonpil licked his lips and seductively spread his palms over Sungjin's as soon as he managed to free his hands from the older man's restricting grasp. "Oh— but it is, Sungjinnie-ah... Because you absolutely—" Wonpil moved Sungjin's seemingly frozen-in-place hands to the pink hair at the back of his head, "cannot—" Wonpil's hands undid the belt and the button of Sungjin's dress pants while Sungjin helplessly watched on, "resist me~"

h e r o. h a s. m a l f u n c t i o n e d

Bonus: The End

Wonpil sat atop the exhausted Sungjin's lap, tugging at a loose thread on his briefs. Sungjin tiredly stroked his coworker's pink hair. "But... You did know that Kai and Jennie just broke up today, didn't you, hyung?"

"Wh—Wonpil!!"

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P. S.
IM SO UPSET THAT KAI AND JENNY ARENT TOGETHER ANYMORE BC IM PRETTY SURE THEY DIDNT SPLIT ONLY BC OF THEIR SCHEDULES AND IT MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH FAN BEHAVIOR WHICH REALLY SICKENS AND ANGERS ME...

SO MYCH??!!! Like, ya know what I mean??

But anyway,.. I hope the two of them can be happy any way they end up <3 They deserve the world uwu