Yearner Enjin ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
This is actually my first time writing any sort of fanfic, let alone uploading one, so I hope you like it! Idk if it's ooc but who cares I just need me a yearner man that would get on his knees for me 😫
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“I just want to have something serious with you..”
It was a late night confession to your most insufferable co-worker in the world. Enjin. He had told you he felt the same but here we are not even 3 days after.
The club was buzzing with life - shots being downed one after another, the scent of far too much perfume and cologne covering up the ever-present stench of B.O and Enjin smirking far too wide with a chick clinging onto him like a damn lifeline. “..Fucking manwhore” you click your tongue on the roof of your mouth as your eyes bore into his being from across the club toward the bar. You could have gone up, slapped the ever-living shit out of him before chucking whatever remaining watered down cocktail you still had in your hands all over him. But it’s Enjin, he’s still a man and of course he won’t fucking learn. Why waste your energy on the man when he’s worth less than whatever shitty drink you still have left in your hand. So instead you gulp the rest of your drink down, the burn no longer satisfying, and head straight to the exit.
He notices a second too late. There’s a blur of girls around him that he’s trying his damn best to ward off but when he finally looks up all he sees is your back turned and your figure slipping past the doors of the club. He doesn’t need confirmation on why, he knows exactly what you thought. Fuck.
It’s been a week since then and you have avoided Enjin like he’s the actual plague. Semiu, of course, already knew the details of that night so naturally she’s been splitting you two up for missions every chance she can get to mess with the sore loser. You’ve barely been at HQ, when you’re not on a mission you’re always busy, shopping, cleaning, fuck literally anything to not be confined in those concrete walls with him. You’d hoped it’d be easy to just… move on. Pretend like the endless flirting and the warm embrace of his hand always on you, even behind closed doors, meant nothing. I mean clearly it hadn’t meant anything to him. But… He’s like a parasite that has infested your entire being. On missions part of you still waits for his snide remarks on how he took down more trash beasts than you, part of you still waits for his hand to slide round your shoulders, your waist like he belonged there. You wanted him to belong there. When you finally come back from shopping you almost instinctively go up to him and show him your new trinkets, waiting for him to, without fail, make some, any kind of remark on them. In fact, now that you think about it, you don’t think you’ve spoken to anyone this past week aside from on missions or during meetings. Not even your number 1 homegirl Semiu. God what has this man done to you.
Tonight, you think, you’ll finally get back into your regular swing of life. HQ is packed to the brim, Riyo decided she wanted to celebrate… who knows what this time but you feel an odd sense of deja vu with the familiar onslaught of drinks, people and way too much cheap fried food. You're in the kitchen fixing yourself a drink when you feel it. A looming presence mere inches away, towering over you. “Ma, please…” You swore he was swarmed by the kids seconds ago meaning you were in the clear for a bit, but here we are. “Not now Enjin..” Your voice comes out far less powerful than you intended, you sound small, somewhat defeated but you know he hears. A deep sigh escapes your lungs as you push past him and head towards the door, so much for the regular swing of life, you think. Another early night it is- your thoughts get interrupted. The feeling of his hand is ingrained in your memory more than you think your own ever will be, it’s tugging just at the end of your fingers but.. for a man as tall as Enjin, why the hell is your arm being tugged down.
Before you can gather what remains of your coherent thoughts, the party is oddly silent, sans the hum of the cd player playing a song that no one is paying attention to. You turn at the same time murmurs erupt from the room. “Enjin?!” You blurt out his name without even meaning to. The man in question has his head lulling towards the floor as he stares at it. All while he’s… on his knees?! In front of everyone?!
“Cuss me out, hit me, punch me, berate me, anything… Just talk to me, please” Your name slips from his lips like a man who has lost everything left in his world, in fact, had he just said your name like that you’re sure that everyone, including yourself, would’ve still heard the former plea.
“I- What-? Enjin get up, what the fuck?!” Any resentment you held towards him has suddenly dissipated. You feel your face flush tenfold as the sheer embarrassment of the situation settles. “If I do, will you finally talk to me?” He looks up at you now, you can only describe his face as akin to that of a kicked puppy that’s been abandoned in the middle of nowhere. “Yeahsurewhatever- please just get- come with me” You stutter all your thoughts out at once, finishing none of them. Anything to get whatever this is to stop. As soon as he rises to his feet you're dragging him out and up the stairs to your room. Booming laughter and discussion from your friends and co-workers alike only become out of ear shot when you shove him into your room and slam the door shut once you follow.
You blink at the door for a moment, gathering yourself and getting ready to cuss the hell out of the idiot, but as you turn your thoughts turn to sludge once more. He’s hugging you suddenly, gripping you like you’re still but a moment in his dreams. “Thought you’d never talk to me again..” he smushes his face into your neck, drowning in your scent, making sure to tuck the safety of it back into his mind. “Felt like I was dying” He closes and opens his eyes against your shoulder, the fluttering of his lashes ghosting over you, tickling you, before he’s back down on his knees clutching at your hand once more like he remembered what he needed to do. “I’m sorry, the bar- I didn’t- wasn’t-” he pauses, finding the right words, the ones he’s rehearsed endlessly in his mind since that night despite none of them truly feeling right. You let him speak, half because you’re curious what he has to say, half since you’re not even sure you can speak right now from the amount of whiplash this man is serving you. “The girl at the bar, it was nothing. She came up and grabbed me before I even realised she was there. I slipped back into that old habit - amuse her for a bit, brush her off, leave. I shouldn’t have even let her have the chance. Ma I swear, you don’t even have to believe me just.. anything to hear you speak, hear your laugh, see your smile..please.” You surprise yourself with how you manage to maintain eye contact with him the whole time he speaks, the flush of your cheeks crawls down your neck as you finally look away. You sigh out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding, “Look.. I’m sorry too, here I am thinking I am adult enough to just move on but I’m not even mature enough to have a discussion about what I saw. I was tipsy, pissed and far too judging. So..’m sorry too.. Please, you can get up now.” The instant you finish talking this man jumps back up, embracing you, his smile impossibly wide upon his face. “Fuck, thank you, thank you so much” You fear he may break your ribs with how tight he’s holding you. “But Enjin, never fucking pull a stunt like that in front of everyone ever again are you insane?! It’ll be weeks before anyone even thinks of shutting up about this, couldn’t you have just….” Your voice turns into the hum of a sweet tune for him, despite that he still pays attention, hangs onto every single word you’re berating him with. He thanks whatever gods are looking down at him that you’re just speaking to him again. He won’t let you get away, never again.
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