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Apparently, thirty year old virgins can become wizards. As such is the case for kun, who has never once felt the warmth of another person in his thirty years of life. Having the ability to hear the thoughts of others by touching them may seem like a useful power but kun believes that its hopelessly lame magic. Especially when the static thoughts of tired adults fill his mind on the train home, or when a single “ew” echoed in his brain as his fingers brushed lightly with the cashier of a convenience store.
By the end of the week, Kun felt genuinely and thoroughly fucked over. He sighs, clutching his briefcase for another busy day in the office. He could already feel the headache coming.
“that was a pretty hefty sigh, Kun. Anything bothering you?” A strong elbow nudged at Kun’s shoulder. “It’s nothing... just the crowd in the morning makes it almost unbearable.” Kun lets out a dry chuckle, looking up at the co-worker in question. Of course, it’s none other than office hottie Johnny Suh.
“Well how about we take the stairs, it would be a great workout.” Johnny smiled, showing his perfectly straight and radiant grin. Kun squints. God, he’s blinding. As usual.
Johnny Suh. Handsome, funny, good at his job and friendly. Even to gloomy and awkward guys like kun. Needless to say he’s criminally popular. “I’d bet he parted ways with his virginity in his teens.” Kun stared bitterly at his one-sided rival as the elevator doors chimed open.
“A peek wouldn’t hurt.” Kun thought as the people started filing into the small cramped space. He tapped shoulders with Johnny nonchalantly, waiting for the thoughts to flood into his mind.
“To think that we would run into each other first thing in the morning.. today might just be my lucky day! I shouldn’t stare too much though, or I’ll look too obvious, but that bed hair today is just too cute!”
Kun leaned away from Johnny, masking his surprise with a neutral expression. Does Johnny have a crush on someone in this lift? Who would it be? Kun looked around for anyone that sported an obvious bed head, feeling confused when he found none. The elevator dinged again as more people entered the lift.
“Sorry!” An older man said as he bumped Johnny towards Kun, effectively trapping the shorter man into a corner. Stuck in a compromising position, Kun could feel Johnny’s knee digging into his thigh and his face was way too close for Kun’s comfort.
“he’s so close. He’s so cute. I’m insanely lucky today. This is crazy, my heart’s going a mile a minute.”
Kun stared up at Johnny, realisation dawning on him. “K-Kun?” Johnny stuttered, giving Kun an awkward yet ever perfect smile. Kun gawked. Is this a joke?
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Later in the company bathroom, Kun stares at his messy bed hair for a few agonising minutes before wordlessly stumbling back into his office chair.
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Kun sits at his office cubicle, head in hands as a stack of unfinished files sits beside his laptop. The events from today morning still fresh in his head. “Maybe I’m delusional. Maybe all this is just... auditory hallucinations. Yeah.. yeah that has to be it.” Kun thinks to himself. He looks up to Johnny chatting with some coworkers, blinding smile in full blast. “There’s no way THE Johnny Suh would like me, that’s ridiculous.” He muttered, letting out a small incredulous huff.
“Kun?” Taeyong, the company manager, tapped on his shoulder, waking Kun up from his groggy state. “Sorry to ask you this but have you finished up the NCT corp materials I asked you to?” Kun sat up straighter, pulling the files on his desk towards himself. “I’ll finish it up by today, Taeyong hyung.” Taeyong smiled, giving Kun a thumbs up before returning back to his office.
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Kun sighed, mindlessly clicking his mouse as the clock strikes 10pm. “This is endless!” He whines out loud to the empty office, the laptop’s bright light shining into his eyes, the unfinished document on the screen mocking him. Kun feels something cold tap his head and he turns to check. “You’re still here?” Johnny asked as he rests his arm on Kun’s head, hand holding a small, cold can of coffee.
“how dedicated can you be to this job? you should learn to lean on others for a change.” Johnny’s voice echoed through Kun’s mind, a small hint of frustration laced his words. “Me. I wish he’d lean on me.”
“I’ll give you a hand.” Johnny hands kun the cold coffee can, grabbing the files from Kun’s table and giving them a quick glance over. “Thank you...” Kun muttered, staring at the coffee can in his hands. He could feel his face heating up and he quickly opens the can. Johnny returns the files and their fingers momentarily brush.
“Kun has a mole on his neck. It couldn’t be in a sexier place. I want to lick-“
“AHHHHHH” Kun screamed out of embarrassment. How could someone say such things with such a straight face? “what’s wrong?” Johnny asked, worry creasing his perfect brows. How dare he have the audacity to ask. Despite his clean cut look, Johnny is totally a closet perv.