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Around this time last month, Seungmin heard the most beautiful laugh he’d ever been blessed to experience. Seungmin had only just moved into this new corner apartment with the big beautiful windows that wrapped around the open living and kitchen, boasting a stunning view of the city skyline, conveniently located in a residential high rise down the block from his office.
That day Seungmin was walking around his kitchen starting his breakfast prep. Still in his pyjamas and puppy slippers, half asleep and brushing his teeth, when he heard a thump on one of the floor-to-ceiling windows right beside him in the kitchen. Startled, Seungmin jumped and accidentally threw his toothbrush at the window in reflex, as if that would do him any good on the 16th floor.
Flinching in return and then unleashing the most infectious, maniacal, bubbly giggles Seungmin had ever heard, was a man. Laughing loud enough Seungmin could hear him through the glass. Strapped up in a harness, window squeegee in one hand, soap dispenser in the other.
Quickly, Seungmin turned around and grabbed an eco-friendly reusable dishcloth, because of course he used eco-friendly reusable dishcloths he was a lawyer not a monster, and started wiping at the toothpaste left on the window from his assault. Serving to encourage more giggles from the man outside who promptly started cleaning the window right where Seungmin was cleaning.
Seungmin’s cheeks hurt from smiling so hard at the cleaner, as they continued to clean their respective sides of the windows together. He was so thoroughly endeared by the cleaner's cheeky grin and cackling giggle, it was only when they got to the third window that Seungmin paused to notice how attractive the cleaner actually was.
He was incredibly fit, which made sense given his occupation, but he was more than just fit; he was absolutely built and the harness was doing him all kinds of favours. Seungmin wouldn’t call himself a pervert by any means, but he’s very gay and has very astute observation skills.
The harness was wrapped tightly around the top of the cleaner’s thighs, his muscles bulging, even at his most relaxed. When the cleaner swung around the corner of the building, Seungmin got a glimpse of how the harness hugged his ass, accentuating it in a way that surely wasn’t good for Seungmin’s blood pressure.
He had the kind of ass that screamed to be touched. Touched, kissed, spanked, grabbed at, pulled at, licked. You name it, Seungmin was imagining it.
In great detail.
It would make sense that the love of his life would look like he came straight out of one of Seungmin’s wet dreams.
Seungmin still stands by the fact that he wasn’t a pervert though, but even he can tell when an ass needs a face to sit on and he has one of those, a face that should be sat on.
You might falsely think that somebody like Seungmin, someone with a proclivity for cleanliness that was potentially to an obsessive degree, would have a problem getting down and dirty in the bedroom.
Outside clothes touching his duvet cover? Unwashed hands touching his body? Not squeegee-ing the shower after it’s been used? All crimes punishable by banishment in Seungmin’s mind.
However, the love of his life riding his face while his tongue fucks in and out of his asshole, bodily fluids be damned? Well, Seungmin was no maniac; he could come to terms with some exceptions to his rules.
What might have been more tantalising than the cleaner’s thighs and ass, which could both only rightfully be described as deliciously squishy, was just how squishy the rest of him was. The harness wrapped around the bottom of his stomach, creating the cutest little muffin top Seungmin wanted to bite. More strapping across the cleaners chest accentuating his substantial pecs and his arms oh god his arms, they were the cherry on top.
This man had possibly the biggest beefiest arms Seungmin had ever seen on a man up close and personal, or as up close and personal you can be between a thick pane of glass on the 16th floor of a residential high-rise.
The guy was clearly incredibly strong, thick, squishy and had the most beautiful smile. Seungmin didn’t know if he wanted the cleaner to manhandle him or cuddle him.
Both?
Seungmin was probably very obvious in his ogling but there was something exciting about this. It was so cheeky and fun and natural and it appeared that the cleaner didn’t mind the attention one bit, the way he flexed his arms in front of Seungmin while they cleaned, it was obvious he was enjoying the attention which only spurred Seungmin on more.
It was still his giggles though that had Seungmin smitten. Trying his best to point out spots the cleaner was missing or try to race him in wiping a section, just to coax more giggles out of him, the ones that were loud enough to hear through the glass but even just his smile was enough for Seungmin.
So that’s how Seungmin found himself late to work that day, cleaning his already impeccably clean windows in tandem with the beautiful man outside cleaning the exterior.
Of course the love of his life would be a cleaner.
The universe was funny like that.
If Seungmin thought it might have been fate, well that was his business and his alone.
🧤🫧🧽
It’s been just over three weeks since the moment Seungmin’s life changed and his windows were cleaned.
Seungmin wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was still thinking about the giggly cleaner. He thought about him every time he brushed his teeth. He thought about him every time he picked up his eco-friendly reusable dishcloth. He thought about him every time he looked out the window. He thought about him every time he masturbated in the shower and then again when he had to clean the cum off the glass.
Making sure to squeegee twice.
Seungmin had a habit of only masturbating in the shower (for obvious reasons), and let’s just say both his body and his shower were positively squeaky clean these days.
His mind was another matter.
However, Seungmin was resigned to let the moment be what it was, he tried his best not to wonder when the windows would be cleaned again.
Keyword being tried.
Google said they get cleaned anywhere from once a month to twice a year, or as often as necessary. Considering the air pollution in the city, and the status of some of the tenants in this building, Seungmin hoped it would be more frequent.
It was a morning just like any other, when Seungmin heard a gentle knocking on his window in the kitchen while he was making coffee, still in his pyjamas and puppy slippers, stylishly sporting fluffy bed hair and probably some sleep in his eyes.
Seungmin jumped slightly and turned to the window spotting the cleaner wearing a blinding smile, eyes twinkling with amusement doing a once over of Seungmin’s appearance.
Looking down at his slippers, the cleaner nods towards them, before looking up to meet Seungmin’s eyes and cheekily point at him. Frowning playfully, Seungmin reached for his eco-friendly reusable dishcloth, walked right up to the window and barked loudly right in the cleaner’s face, hoping he was loud enough to be heard through the glass.
Seungmin wasn’t proud to admit how quickly he would make a fool of himself to see this man smile and laugh but the payoff was immediate. There they are, those infectious cackling giggles, tumbling out of the cleaner, making Seungmin’s heart soar.
Abandoning his coffee, Seungmin starts cleaning his already spotless side of the window again, just like last time. The both of them trying to get small reactions out of each other.
It was endlessly endearing.
This time, Seungmin tried to write messages in the glass, by fogging up his side of the window, but the morning sun was too bright for the cleaner to read.
Seungmin put his hands up, motioning for the cleaner to stay right where he was and wait a moment, the cleaner looking around at himself and laughing as if he could go anywhere anyway.
Rushing back to the window, sliding on the tiles a little bit in his puppy slippers, Seungmin shows off his notepad and pen, before quickly writing a message on it.
“Do you come here often?”
Seungmin watched the cleaner mouth the words and erupt into laughter, nodding and holding up 4 fingers. Tilting his head puzzled, Seungmin pulls the notepad back and writes another message.
“4 weeks? It hasn’t been 4 since the last time you were here?”
The cleaner merely waves his hands at Seungmin and the message before crossing his arms in frustration, drawing Seungmin’s attention to his pecs and arms, looking just as deliciously squishy as he remembered.
A tap on the window from the cleaner's foot breaks him out of his daydream.
Right, yes or no questions, Seungmin you’re an intelligent man don’t let a piece of ass make you stupid.
“Are you here earlier than normal?”
The cleaner tilts his head to the side in thought and shrugs.
This was getting Seungmin nowhere.
“Were you late last time?”
He simply shrugs again in response.
Okay, at least Seungmin now roughly knew when he would get to see the cleaner again by chance.
“Did you miss me?”
Seungmin’s bold gamble was rewarded with an immediate grin and wink, making his tummy flutter.
Perking up a little, Seungmin writes another message.
“Are you single?”
The cleaner looks Seungmin right in the eye, holding his gaze for a moment that feels much longer than the few seconds it actually was in reality, before he nods and smiles shyly and starts actually cleaning the windows.
Just like last time, Seungmin joined him, cleaning his side of the glass with his eco-friendly reusable dishcloth. Only this time, he wrote silly messages for the cleaner, trying to make him giggle to varying degrees of success.
Towards the end of their time together, the cleaner points to his watch and points to Seungmin with a shrug and Seungmin can’t figure out what he is trying to say, tilting his head to the side Seungmin frowns and writes out a simple message that was already very obvious.
“What?”
The cleaner huffs out a laugh and points to himself and then shakes his squeegee, then points to Seungmin.
“I’m a lawyer. I’m taking a day off. I’m in no rush.”
If this information shocked the cleaner, he did his best not to show it, aside from a simple nod looking around the apartment behind Seungmin in understanding. Seungmin supposed he did look rather young to be able to afford this kind of apartment.
“Why? Are you looking for a sugar daddy in one of these apartments?”
This message gets the biggest brightest sweetest absolute cackle out of the cleaner and Seungmin is beaming in response.
He pauses as though he’s thinking about but before cheekily shaking his head and smiles fondly at Seungmin, giving him a small wave before dropping down to start on the floor below Seungmin’s.
If Seungmin immediately went to take a shower that was nobody’s business but his own.
🧤🫧🧽
Once again, Seungmin’s thoughts are filled with nothing but the beautiful cleaner.
It’s gotten so bad even his colleague and best friend Minho has noticed. Teasing him for dyeing his hair blonde in order to get the muscular stranger’s attention.
“Just ask for his number!” Minho whined at work one day, fed up with Seungmin’s pining, "you could totally figure that out through the window."
“No we have a- a thing, what if asking for his number ruins it?” Seungmin was embarrassed to admit that he was afraid of rejection and afraid to burst the little bubble they had, to ruin the moment.
“For somebody who claims to hate romance, you sure are romantic,” Minho scoffs, rolling his eyes.
Whether Minho is right or not is completely beside the point.
Did Seungmin hope that his new blonde look would give him a confidence boost? Yes. Was he hoping that this confidence boost gave him the courage to ask for the cleaners number or perhaps convince him to be his sugar baby? Also yes. Third time’s the charm right?
Every morning this week Seungmin waited for the window cleaner to show up. It was a little bit embarrassing if he was being honest. It was just after a month since the last cleaning and Seungmin still hadn’t seen him and he was trying not to lose hope.
The one morning Seungmin wasn’t sitting in his living room trying to appear though he was just casually living in his living room - definitely not waiting for the window cleaner - was of course the moment he showed up.
Seungmin was a little bit frazzled this morning.
In a rush to get ready for work he had dropped his eco-friendly reusable coffee cup on the floor after accidentally spilling hot coffee on his freshly ironed shirt.
So there he was, on his knees on the floor of his kitchen wearing his new (not ironed) shirt that was also not yet buttoned, cleaning up the spilt coffee with his eco-friendly reusable dishcloth and picking up the broken pieces of his eco-friendly reusable coffee cup.
At first, he didn’t notice the tapping on the window, too engrossed in his panic over the mess he made. It was only when he sat back on his heels and sighed, hands full of the broken pieces of his eco-friendly reusable coffee cup that he looked up and noticed the window cleaner.
The look on his face was hard to place. Both soft and intense, as though he was looking straight through Seungmin’s soul, but had decided in that moment he liked what he saw. Never had Seungmin felt so exposed before and it had nothing to do with his unbuttoned shirt.
Staring at each other in silence, it was like they were both reluctant to let the moment go, but alas Seungmin was suddenly reminded of the mess (literal) he was in and the panic started creeping back.
Quickly standing he dumped every piece of his eco-friendly reusable coffee cup in the bin, which in hindsight probably wasn’t the right way to dispose of it, and he started scrubbing his hands. Trying not to spiral further, Seungmin cleaned his hands while the tapping at the window became more insistent.
Too embarrassed to be seen like this by the love of his life, Seungmin quickly dried his hands and started to button up his shirt, no longer able to ignore the tapping without seeming rude.
Greeted by the softest smile, Seungmin felt silly and embarrassed and shy being seen like this. The cleaner simply smiled and mimed breathing in and out slowly with his hands, pointing to himself and then back at Seungmin, as if he was asking him to copy.
So he did.
Seungmin breathed in and out slowly. On any other occasion being told to essentially “just breathe” in the face of anxiety, rational or otherwise, would have him livid but there was a certain disarming charm to the cleaner, the entire situation they were in. Seungmin would never admit it to another living soul, but he felt calmer now.
Shyly, Seungmin smiled back at the cleaner and showed him a small finger heart in thanks, which the cleaner copied, continuing their back and forth making Seungmin smile harder. Throughly endeared.
Smiling much less softly and much more mischievously, the cleaner unbuttoned his shirt, to the best of his ability with the harness blocking his movement, and then pointed to Seungmin with a cheeky grin and equally cheeky eyebrow raise.
Pulling a loud laugh out of Seungmin, he unbuttoned one of his buttons, shooting the cleaner a wink before turning around to leave.
If Minho asked why he was late and his shirt uncharacteristically wrinkled, well that was Seungmin’s business and nobody else's.
🧤🫧🧽
Another month of Seungmin slowly losing his mind had gone by and he was determined to somehow get the cleaner’s number, name, hand in marriage, anything! The thing is, he was in the office a lot lately and he was afraid he might have missed the cleaner.
One of his more senior associates was on long service leave and Seungmin (of all people Seungmin) had been asked to take on a little bit more of the client relationship management in her absence.
Out of his comfort zone, overworked, and overtired Seungmin felt like he was always in a rush and the niggling thought that he may have missed the cleaner this month, missed his chance, was weighing on his thoughts.
Seungmin had an important meeting with an important client in less than an hour and to say he was anxious about it was an understatement. Decked out in his best suit, rushing out of the lobby of his building while trying to fix his lucky cufflinks, he took all but two steps outside before running directly into somebody, causing him to drop the cufflink he was already struggling with.
“Oh, fuck me!” Seungmin groans, rubbing at his eyes in frustration, prematurely mourning the loss of his cufflink on the dirty sidewalk, no way he was touching that, until he hears the brick wall he ran into giggles.
“That’s very forward of you but I would be happy to be of service,” giggling on his knees on the dirty sidewalk, was the window cleaner, having picked up Seungmin’s cufflink and was cleaning it with the cloth hanging from his utility belt.
“I’m so sorry this is not how I wanted us to meet,” said the love of his life, on his knees for Seungmin.
If he wasn’t so stressed he would laugh.
“I figured with how- how clean you keep your apartment that your fancy cufflink touching the ground out here might be a problem,” the cleaner smiles almost bashfully while polishing the cufflink, still on his knees for Seungmin.
The visual was making Seungmin’s head spin. He knows he should say something but he can’t form the words, his mouth dropping open while he stares, watching the love of his life clean his damn cufflink on his knees on the dirty sidewalk outside of his building.
“Here,” he says, looking up at Seungmin, still on his knees, extending his hand out presenting the newly clean cufflink to a shocked Seungmin.
“Weird way to propose but my answer is yes,” Seungmin says dryly, accepting his cufflink, not bothering to hide the way he smiles as the cleaner practically cackles in response.
“Considering I’ve already gotten on my knees for you, and we’re now engaged, the least you could do is give me your number?” The cleaner blatantly flirts back, getting back on his feet, brushing off his knees.
“Just my number? You don’t even want my name?” Seungmin smirks before looking down and fixing his cufflink properly this time, trying to keep his cool.
“I’ve been calling you princess in my head for the last 3 months, I didn’t think you would mind if I kept it up,” he smirks at Seungmin.
Seungmin can’t believe what he is hearing.
Never had he considered liking pet names let alone a pet name like Princess? But there he stood, his heart was racing, blood pressure through the roof, he was suddenly thankful that the collar on his shirt was so high and stifling because he was sure his neck and ears must be bright red by how flustered he is.
“Why princess?” Seungmin asks shyly, trying so hard not to sound as affected as he is.
All of the ‘cool Seungmin’ he was trying desperately to hold onto had evaporated.
Cool Seungmin left the building.
“Because you’re beautiful and live in a tower,” his fiance replies, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Simply wiping his hands on his towel as though the thread holding the very fabric of Seungmin’s universe wasn’t just pulled so taut it snapped, unravelling into a heap at his feet.
“Changbin,” Seungmin’s fiance grins cheekily, offering his now clean hand for Seungmin to shake. Instead, Seungmin reaches into the pocket of his blazer, pulling out a business card.
“My number,” Seungmin abruptly shoves it into Changbin’s hand instead of shaking it, “use it.”
Quickly turning around, filled to the brim with adrenaline, Seungmin starts to briskly walk away. He was going to be late if he didn’t leave right now and afraid he may not leave at all if he gave Changbin any more time of his day.
“Princess!” Changbin calls out, causing Seungmin to stop in his tracks and look back, only to see Changbin standing there with a smug grin, cocking his head to the side.
Changbin just wanted to see if Seungmin would respond to his new nickname and he fell for it. The realisation must have immediately registered on Seungmin’s face before he turned back around and kept walking.
“I’ll call you later!” Changbin yells while cackling.
Seungmin sure did love that laugh, even if it was at his own expense, and if he happened to wear these cufflinks to their wedding 5 years later after claiming he wasn’t a romantic, that was nobody’s business but the love of his life’s and his own.
🧤🫧🧽