library’s secrets — nct wish jaehee
warnings. kiss at the end, marketing rambling, jaehee is called daeyoung/daeng, reader has hair and smells like vanilla, daeyoung talks like a pathetic virgin #sorry #lovehimstill
genre. full on fluff — words count. ~950
mini’s notes : my first writing for years may be bad may be hella good who knows, hope you enjoyyy! “don’t count on me to start writing” i said, two days ago..
Every friday ; same time, same corner, same drink, you went to the library where Daeyoung worked part-time at. You’d shared a few classes despite the different degrees — communication, international law and that hell of business’ group project he was so serious about it made you roll your eyes.
After sighing countless of times about how stupid the course you were studying looked, you decided to bother him as he was putting newly-received books on a shelf,
“Hi Daeyoung, would you mind helping me with that class I’m struggling with? I heard you’re pretty good there…”
It did take a moment to realise you were talking to him before he finally nodded and followed you.
“What class is that ?”
You gently tapped on a chair on your left, asking him to sit down next to you.
“Marketing..” you sighed one more time, which made him giggle quietly making you smile.
“So I have my lectures notes right? But there’s that chapter about social responsibility with about 8 pages and, if I am being honest with you, in my life I will never ever read all that. If you could basically just shorten it for me? It should be a cup of tea for you, shouldn’t it?” you followed up, making your famous begging-look everyone would instantly fall for, which Daeyoung indeed did.
He hummed, pushing his glasses a bit further before starting to read the document and taking notes.
After a little longer of you sipping your coffee, sketching on your notebook, looking at him, and almost falling asleep, he finally looked back at you, waking you up instantly.
“So ..?” you asked impatiently.
“So it’s basically explaining that, it’s about companies taking care of people, society and the environment while doing business. It means being ethical — treating workers fairly, avoiding harm in production and being honest in advertising. It also means thinking about the planet, like using sustainable materials or reducing waste. It helps building trust within customers but also improving their reputation.”
“You’re a life saver… Though I have a few questions, I hope this won’t bother you. So like, if companies say they care about society and the environment, does that mean they’re actually doing it or is it just for PR? Because I feel like every brands ever post about saving the planet but then you know, the stuff we buy is still terrible for the environment. And what about workers? I read somewhere that some factories pay like nothing and make people work crazy hours, so how do companies make sure they’re actually ethical? And sustainable materials… I don’t even know where to start with th—“ as you continued your endless rambling, looking at your laptop and your notebook, he started losing focus. Time starting to slow down. His eyes naturally focused on the way your lips moved at every words, your eyes blinking every 6 seconds and your brows furrowing when you were thinking a little too deeply. But also how your vanilla-scented perfume filled the small space, and how soft your hair looked under the dimmed light.
His thoughts got cut off when he suddenly couldn’t hear you anymore, you, noticing how he wasn’t listening, making you pout slightly.
“Did i talk too much? Aah~ I’m sorry daeng.. Got really lost in my words,”
“No– no it’s okay, I was listening I– I promise, I’m a little tired today, I didn’t mean to and your voice is really soothi—“ he tried to explain himself while moving his hands abruptly, his glasses falling on his lap from it, getting cut off by the sudden.
“Daeyoung..” you laughed, “It’s okay.. It happens” you added as you picked his glasses up from him “oh! I like your glasses, can I try them on?”
He smiled softly and nodded, looking at you fondly when you put them on. “How do I look?” you say grinning widely.
“Gorgeous is not even enough of a word to describe it” the boy replied, amused.
You removed the glasses shyly, putting them back at his original place, his face. You were being so gentle, as if touching porcelain, even slow, it almost felt intimate.
Daeyoung started blushing at how careful you were being, not to hurt him. As the glasses were finally sitting right, you stayed close, too close but not enough to justify stepping away without it being obvious.
Your fingers still holding the hinges of his glasses, grazing his temples with your fingers unintentionally.
He doesn’t say anything, only swallowing, his smile fading into something quieter, like he’s waiting but not daring.
Your breaths sync, he leans in without really realizing it, barely an inch and, he stops.
She notices and shifts slightly, brushing his cheek, just adjusting her grip. Her gaze flips to the lower side of his face, back up to his eyes and once again to his lips.
Daeyoung tilts his head slowly, not to startle you, and kisses you. So barely, almost like a test, your lips barely touching.
Embarrassed, he laughs breathily, starting to apologise again but shortly cut off by your lips placing on his once again.
This time more sure, more confident. His glasses fogging a little by the sudden heat. You, tilting your head slowly, giving him more access, him, mirroring the movement.
Your hands moving to the back of his neck, drawing him closer, making him shiver, almost whimpering. The kiss deepens slightly, lingering, delicate yet urgent.
Suddenly, someone clears their throat nearby. Reality snaps in, resulting in you both pulling apart flustered, but smiling, like two idiots.
The tension stays, nevertheless, it settles even, warmer, like promising something later, something new.
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