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Jisung knew this was his chance. He had memorized the schedule to a ten, he knew exactly how this would play out. He’ll bat his eyelashes, look through his innocent doe eyes and chew on his fat lower lip until the other’s gaze would follow the movement; then he’ll laugh a little, not too soft but loud enough to get attention and make the room light up with his warm fuzz energy. The elevator doors will ping, he’ll say goodbye and get off, shaking his hips and not looking back. It’ll all go the way he wants.
He looks directly at the clock, it’s so slow that he has to focus so well to see it moving. At two o’clock he gets up quickly, startling Felix who was so focused on ogling the floor manager that sends him a dirty look. Jisung doesn’t care.
He goes to the door and then remembers, going back to take the pile of paperwork on his desk. He speeds up a little, feigning to stumble a couple times so it won't look suspicious. He gets to the elevator in time to see his target, so he marches right up and crashes into him. Cast.
“Umph!” he fakes, crashing down and seeing the paperwork flying everywhere. “Oh no, no! I’m so sorry!” he screeches, enough to make it believable.
The man, looking a little out of him, goes down and helps Jisung. Bait.
“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you, are you okay?” the mans' voice is sweet, alluring.
Jisung shakes his head and starts looking everywhere for his papers.
“No, no. It 's totally on me. I was so packed that I didn’t see you and, oh gosh, this is so embarrassing”. His voice is so annoying. Felix always tells him that when he’s flirting he puts up a voice that’s high yet alluring, he doesn’t think that way. Yes, his voice is high but it’s also more nasal. “Oh, god, and I have to take this to the 15th floor”.
The other guy looks at Jisung, while he gathers the remaining papers and hands them to him.
“Do you work on the 15th floor? How come I’ve never seen you around?”
Jisung smiles, a practiced shy smile. He giggles while the elevator floor pings.
“I- not exactly, but some friend of mine does and he asked me for a favor, a very expensive favor may I add, so here I am…” His voice is saccharine, cough syrup.
They both get inside and the guy presses the button.
Jisung waits, mentally counting… 3, 2…
“Do you work on the 15th floor?” he asks, feigning ignorance. Looking at the man with doe eyes, batting his eyelashes. Chum.
The guy scoffs, scratches his neck and nods, a little insecure.
“Not really, I started very recently. I was just supervising some things. I actually go all the way up to the 25th” he gets quiet, and then. ”I don’t really know anyone aside from…” he clears his throat and Jisung tilts his head, he very subtly bites his lips. “Christopher Bang”.
Jisung fake gasps. The papers on his hands wobbling, the guy rushed to keep him steady. Their hands touch.
“No way you know THE Christopher Bang” the guy laughs, a little victory.
“Er- let’s say he owed me one, so…” they look at each other in silence, Jisung bites again his lower lip and looks away, trying to hide a smile. “So… nice to meet you, I’m Lee Minho”.
I know, I know, I know …
“Lee… Aren’t you the new finance director?” He looks away, then mumbles “I swear I heard someone talking about the new finance director the other day…”
Minho, Lee Minho, laughs and lets go of Jisung’s hands. 8th floor, he’s running out of time.
“Oh, I’m so embarrassed, I have crashed into the finance director…” Changbin always tells hims he doesn't now how to shut the fuck up, but oh, he's so ahead of the curve.
The guy, Minho, shakes his head in denial and laughs a little. Jisung looks at him again, he traps his lip and sees the already wandering eyes. Hooked.
“Don’t say it like that, please, it was just a silly mistake. No one was harmed and your paperwork it’s intact”.
Jisung hums, doesn’t let go of his lip and looks at the closed doors. 11th floor.
Please, please, please…
“You didn’t tell me your name?”
Jisung laughs.
“And risked getting fired? No thanks, I love my job”.
He fucking hates his job, but it gets another laugh out of Minho.
Minho…
“C’mon, you’re not getting fired” he says, and then “although it would be helpful to know which of the employees crashed into me to keep an eye on you”.
Jisung looks back at him, bats his eyelashes and takes out his flirting voice.
“Keep an eye on me? And then what? Buy me dinner?”
Minho smirks, (he fucking smirks, lifting his lips on the right side of his face a little, his eyes are darkened and Jisung is about to melt, melt, be a puddle on the elevator floor and be washed away by anyone who dares pick up his gooey self), wanders his eyes all trough Jisung’s face and the lip Jisung has, once again, bit.
“I don’t know, would that be inappropriate?”
Jisung giggles. The elevator pings. Jisung adjusts himself and gives Minho one last glance.
“Han Jisung, 3rd floor… I get off at 7 p.m if you must know”.
He leaves the elevator and walks, swinging a little his bubble butt and making sure to stumble a little as to not raise any suspicion. Catch.