the project (c.s) ✉︎
summary ➵ you knew that your project was destined to fail when you were placed on the same team as Choi San. but what if, for once, he was at least a bit determined to finish his work
pairing ➵ san x reader
gerne ➵ co-workers, quick office au!, suggestive hook up, slight powerplay
word count ➵ 1.2k
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Working in an office has its up and downs. You loved your job, no doubt, but something about organising a big project had you more stressed than ever. And it surely did not help that you had Choi San on your team this time around.
You two weren’t rivals, but in your eyes, the two of you weren’t friends either. While you were working to you best extend, Choi San can always be found playing random games on his computer. He would sit in his chair, hair swept back perfectly, his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, perfectly ironed shirt and not give a care in the world about his proper duties.
But what ticked you off the most was, that no matter what project he was ordered to complete, he somehow always made it right to the deadline. And he would get praised for his results. He always got so much praise from your local manager and your other co-workers that it drove you crazy. You would work day and night, only to receive one or two „good job, y/n“, and you wanted to make sure, that this would not happen again with your new project.
But even one week prior to your deadline, you find him leaned back in his chair, yawing as he stares at his screen. You could see that he was doing anything, except working on your project. Your other teammates on the other hand were almost done with their parts as you had already exchanged your results. As you were now sitting in front of your own screen, preparing for the presentation your team has to hold the next week, you could see the window of a new game pop open on Choi`s screen.
You sigh as you reach for a piece of crumbled paper, which you had dismissed earlier. Luckily, San wasn’t sitting that far away from your working space, so you decide to aim and throw the piece of paper against the back of his head.
And your shot hit its target.
San flinched in the slightest bit, making him lose focus on whatever game he was playing. A window with the words „YOU LOST“ popped up on his screen, squeezing a deep grunt out off him. Annoyed, he turns in his chair, staring right at you with a perfectly raised eyebrow.
„You should work on the project, Choi San. I want your research by Friday, if not earlier.“, you say sharply, making him throw back his head. An exaggerated sigh leaves his lips as he once again turns back to his screen, your comment just being ignored.
Straightening your blouse, you set your focus back to your own screen. He may not be able to finish his part, but you would make sure that the rest of the project would turn out as perfect as possible.
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As the week reaches its end, you decided to stay behind your co-workers for a bit longer, adding some finishing touches to your presentation. The sun had already set on this Friday afternoon as you save your progress for the last time of the day.
Calmly, you lean back deeply into your chair, stretching your arms into the air. Your neck went stiff from staring at the screen for hours and hours on end, but you knew that your hard work would pay off this time. You presentation was scheduled for Monday afternoon, so you still had some time to go over your presentation a few times.
But for today, you had done enough work.
Your gaze lazily wanders across the empty office. All the headlights had already been turned off, leaving you with the dim light of your own desk lamp.
You decided that it was finally time for you to leave for the weekend. But just as you get up and reach for your bag, you spotted something out of the corner of your eyes.
Or rather, spotted someone.
As it seems, you weren’t the only one that decided to stay behind on this day. Choi San was seated at his desk as well. And as you looked closer, you couldn`t believe your eyes. He was actually working on your project.
But just from his side profile and tightly clenched jaw, you could tell that he was not having the greatest time of his life right now.
His normally swept back hair was now messily covering half of his face. He had undone his red tie, unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, giving you the perfect view of his well toned arms.
His desk light was so dim, that you were asking yourself how he could still read any of his notes. It barely illuminated his workplace, which made it clear to you, why you didn’t notice him any earlier.
After packing your bag and shutting down your computer, you gather all the strength you had left and slowly started walking towards his table. One last check in the reflection of the windows and one swoop to straighten out your skirt, and you had arrived right beside him.
„It doesn’t look like you’re done yet, or even close to being done.“, you say confidently.
A scoff leaves San`s lips as he decides to take his eyes off the screen and settle them on your frame, making a shiver run down your spine. His gaze was so intense, that it made you question, if your decision to bother him was the right thing to do.
„What is it that you want, huh?“, he asks lowly, „Do you want me to fall on my knees and apologise? Tell you how right you were this whole week? That I should have started earlier?“
„Now, that would be a sight to see“, you fight right back, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
You could feel his burning gaze mustering you from top to bottom as he murmurs „I bet you would love that.“
You gulp as you try to avoid his dark eyes, fixating them on his screen.
„I could have helped you if you had only asked earlier“, you say calmly, trying to camouflage the flustered state you found yourself in.
A deep chuckle leaves San`s lips as he turns in his chair, now fully facing you as you stand above him.
„You know“, he barely whispers as he takes the fabric of your skirt in between his fingers, „maybe you’re right.“
A deep blush flushes your face as you revert your eyes back down to him. His eyes were now slowly wandering from his finger, higher, over your blouse until they find your own.
„How about I make you an offer?“, he claims, still staring at you.
You didn’t trust your voice anymore, which makes you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head to the side.
Suddenly, San takes a hand full of your skirt and pulls you closer. You were barely able to catch yourself on the armrests of his chair as you were now hovering only inches in front of his face.
You could feel his steady breath tickle against your lips as you heard his next words.
„How about you stay a bit longer and teach me some of your tricks, miss perfect?“