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supervisor!Simon
“That could’ve gone any better,” You speed walk behind a very pissed off Simon, “Get in the car.” He opens the car door, waiting for you to get in, “You can’t just fire him.” You point.
“ You defend him so much,” He pushes the door closed, “It’s like you have some affinity to people who fuck you over,” He barks, You took a step back, getting a good look at Him. “Don’t yell at me because you’re some hot head who can’t regulate his emotions.” You shoot, “Opposed to who? Certainly not the girl who quit her job because of criticism.” He crossed his arms.
You narrow your eyes at him, “There’s so much I can say,” You shake your head, “Then say it!” He snaps, "it’s not like we’re in this position because you speak your mind.”
The sentence alone made your eye twitch, “God, you are sick.” You look at him, Simon’s tongue plays with the side of his cheek in annoyance, not even phased by you or your attempts at insulting him. "You’re a sick human Simon,” Your throat going dry from holding back your frustrated tears.
“No wonder Johnny warned me, because he knew what a sick person you are and how selfish and prideful you can be.” You spit, “You have no friends, no life; you don’t talk to anyone and no one wants to talk to you.” You hit below the belt, hoping and crossing your toes and fingers, praying, it was pulling at any strings in his chest. He only nods, “You finished?”
And there it was, right in front of you. He was only a man, It’s what he’s only ever been. No matter the circumstance, he’s only seen you where he felt you needed to be seen.
“Go fuck yourself Simon.”
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Of course you shitted right all over your plate, your food and your life. You felt like you had one of those plushie poop hats on top of your head.
You sat on your dinner table, typing away on your computer getting paperwork filled out. It had been one week into teleworking, and a week since you last spoke to Simon. You did miss him and his stupidly expensive cologne. But your pride couldn’t move on from the “conversation” in the parking lot. You decided to text Johnny to see how he was doing; for no response in return.
When you finish your work, you get up and make yourself something to eat, scrolling on your phone while you stand by the stove. That’s until Simon’s contact photo pops up on your screen making you want to throw a spoon across the room. You answer the phone begrudgingly, mumbling a hello, “How have you been?”
“How do you think?” You stir the noodles, and roll your eyes. Simon lets out a sigh, “Look,” He starts, “Simon I’m busy.” You cut him off, “Busy doing?”
“Busy making food? Busy ignoring you maybe?” You say pouring the sauce packets in, “Well I called to apologize.” He says. “Really? That’s so cool, oh my gosh!” You say sarcastically.
“So you don’t want the apology?” You can see the brow raise right from your kitchen, “I don’t want shit thrown in my face-that’s what.” You’re quick, not missing a beat when it comes to avoiding him or his advances.
“I was mad, Obviously I didn’t mean anything by it,” He explains, “and You said I had no life.” He points. “Because you don’t.” You shrug, licking the remnants of sauce off the spoon. Simon lets out a laugh and then covers it quickly with a fake cough, “Can I see you later?” He speaks lowly. “How about no?”
Simon laughs again, “I’ll make it up to you.” He whines, “No, Simon.” You scold, “I want to be alone, So... leave me alone.” You finish, feelings still obviously hurt. “Fine.” He mumbles, the phone beeps signaling he ended the call.
“Am I wrong?” You say aloud, looking at your reflection in the microwave. “Exactly, exactly.” You nod at yourself.
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The weekend finally comes, still no response from Johnny and Constant phone calls from Simon that end with you and him bickering like children. You wait for him outside of the doctor's office. You had your glasses on, standing under a tree with your arms crossed.
You spotted his black car pulling into the parking lot, Once he got out of the car you looked over his large frame, he had jeans on with a plain t-shirt (C’mon fred durst). A wide smile on his face as he walked towards you, Your big bump poking out more than ever.
“Hey there lady.” he says, His dimple poking, an unamused look on your face, He goes in for a peck on the lips, You turn your head and his lips land on your cheek. He pulls back and purses his lips from embarrassment.
“So how’re you feeling?” Simon asks, placing his hand on your belly, his warmth making your heart skip a beat. “I’m fine,” You adjust the strap on your purse. “You look pretty.” He comments while you two walk to the office door. You do a sarcastic hum, not wanting to play into any of his tricks.
When you get inside you both sit in the waiting room, that's super empty besides you guys and some other older couple, “So how long are you?” Simon reads the small pamphlet. “Twenty one weeks, I had to move my appointment cause this one’s too important for you to miss.” You say casually scrolling on your phone, “What does that mean,” Simon looks at you, “Gender reveal,” you mumble, “No party?”
“Did you want me to get a canon and shoot confetti in the air?” You set your phone down. Simon chuckles making you bite the side of your cheek, holding in your smile. “Why don’t you ever ask me to come to these?” He lowers his voice, “Half the time you’re on my nerves,” You whisper to him and it makes him grin, “And now you’re having my baby.” He taunts quietly, “Don’t flatter yourself.” You push his face away from you.
“I would’ve eighty-sixed it if I really didn’t want you or it.”
Simon snorts, “Stop calling it, It.” He scolds you, “You don’t tell me what to do,” You bite playfully, “You told me to go fuck myself.” He crosses his arms leaning his body into yours. “Well did you?” You raise a brow, “Yeah, Hard and fast, just like how you got pregnant.”
“I bet it was quick and underwhelming, exactly like that night.” You nod pretending to recollect the exact night you did the horizontal tango. “Quicker, better, and a lot more wette-'' Simon's cut off from one of the triage nurses calling your name. “Gotta be quicker than that.” You say handing him your purse while you two walk to the examination room.
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You lay on the bed with your shirt hiked up over your bump, Your doctor and the Sonographer looking over the video monitor. Simon stood with his arms crossed, watching the baby wiggle around each time the tech moved the transducer.
“This is the father?” Your doctor asks, You nod, hearing the loud thumping sound coming from your baby. “I didn’t want to assume but now I see where the size comes from,” She jokes, making you grin a little. “Do we want to find out the gender today or are we doing a reveal?” She looks between you two. Simon looks at you, “We’re doing it today.” You nod.
“Alrighty,” She claps her hands together, “You see that right there, That’s the leg, and if we can get baby to wiggle a little bit more," She says mostly mumbling to herself, rubbing your stomach, Her eyes trained on the screen, “You can see that healthy, Baby Boy.” She smiles at you.
Simon’s eyes widen, and your mouth opens in shock.
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Once you two leave the examination room and get your prescription for some stool softeners, You and Simon are both quiet, sitting in his car, “I thought he was a girl.” You break the silence. Simon’s hands are on the wheels but the car is still off. “Are you okay?” You look at Simon concerned by his state, “I guess it's more real now, for you at least,” You reach out to him, rubbing the nape of his neck.
“Now you don’t have an excuse to be an ass anymore.” You chuckle.
“That’s not funny,” he mumbles, “Wasn’t trying to be.” Your hand runs down his neck to his back. “I was being serious, Pretty soon someone is going to be following you around and wanting to be exactly like you.” You tell him, “There won’t be enough time for you to be so angry, so whatever it is, that's in there,” You move your hand to his jaw making him look at you.
“You take care of it, because I will do everything to keep my baby safe and happy.” You look in his eyes.
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“How’d you get to the doctors?” Simon takes a sip from his drink, “Mia dropped me off.” You say, inspecting your plate, “I smell tomatoes.” You narrow your eyes, taking a long sniff. “How can you smell vegetables?” Simon's face contorts with confusion, “I just can, Like I can smell that you got a new cologne.” You shrug, “Does it smell good?” He smells his own shirt.
“No.” You take a bite, “The other one’s better, it’s more sweet.” You cover your mouth not trying to show your chewed food.
You both finish your food, “I miss you at the office,” Simon tosses his napkin on your plate instead of his. You hum at him, mixing the chocolate syrup with your ice cream, “I guess that’s more interesting?”
“Ice cream is always more interesting,” You look at him through your lashes, “I don’t want this anymore, actually.” You push the little bowl away from you, “Want some?” You offer it to him, He lifts a hand silently declining.
“Guess we can get out of here.” You sigh, rubbing your belly. “Where am I taking you?” He takes out his wallet, getting ready to get his card out. “Yours.” You say, taking the spoon out of the bowl, licking the ice cream off it. “I thought you didn't want that,” He looks at you with furrowed brows, “I don’t.” You put the spoon back down.
“So why are you eating it?” He chuckles, “because it’s good.” You look at him if it was obvious, He sighs, “So you’re coming over,” He asks again, “Mhm.” You hum again. Simon leans in, “I thought you were mad at me?” He smirks, “Still am.”
-
You were laying in his bed, watching tv looking at him through your peripheral, “Stop staring,” He mumbles. “You look handsome.” You say, Simon snorts, “And you stare at me.” You push his arm.
You and Simon sit in silence for a beat. “You know I had a really big crush on you before you became supervisor.” You blurt, reaching for the bag of peach rings on the nightstand. Simon laughs and sticks his hand in the candy bag.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” He places the sweet between his teeth, the sight alone makes your mouth water. “Yeah right,” You scoff, Simon laughs even louder than before. “I missed you this week,” You admit, your guy’s laughter is quiet. “I thought I had no friends, or no life, no hobbies.” He rattles on while moving his body closer. “Because you don’t,” You smile as he inches his face closer to yours, “I know,” he mumbles, placing his lips on yours.
A soft sigh escapes him as your lips meet, the sound of contentment and desire blending together. “I love you,” You say mid kiss into his mouth, he pulls away slightly, “That’s not good.” He chuckles, leaning back in his kiss deeper and more urgent now.
You break the kiss again, “Tell me you love me,” You breathe (GET UP), He gazes into your eyes, Looking for a response, “I do.” You feel a pang of confusion and hurt. You scoot out of his grasp, He looks away for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “What’s wrong,” He asks, “I don’t feel good,” You lie.
Simon’s brow furrows in concern as he reaches out to touch your hand "Do we need to go to hospital?" The room feels heavy with the weight of unspoken words as silence stretches between you both. “I’m just gonna take a shower.” You lift off the bed, Humiliation hot on your tracks, and that overwhelming feeling creeping back into your system.
It was only for a moment.
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Just The Two Of Us [Author L] | Kim Taehyung
𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙
𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑤
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛
𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 ♥
I fell in love with you,
I don't know why,
I don't know how,
I just did.
Tags/Warnings :- An Office Au, Ceo!Taehyung, Secretary!Y/N
A dream-like romance. Cheesy. Highly Romantic.
Written by Author L
Cross posted on Wattpad
Word count :- 365 Words
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♡ 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇 ♡
This is just to give you an insight on what's gonna happen here. These are just my true thoughts here, so bear with me, it's not gonna be poetic.
I've been wanting to write 'Just The Two Of Us' since a long time. It's very close to me because it's my first ever story. Through this story, what I intend to convey is, absolutely nothing. That's right. Absolutely nothing. This story is not one which is a dark/suspense thriller, or one which would inspire you for your next endeavour, or psychologically motivate you. It's rather something that focuses on an emotion. Particularly, the emotions of the characters. I aim to showcase the characters' true, raw feelings about each other.
I usually gravitate towards stories which, to some extent seem realistic and relatable. They must be light, believable and make you, the reader, go through certain feelings without emotionally exhausting you. Unfortunately I couldn't find many works that were convincing enough, logically made sense, and basically, hit me hard. Which is why I set out to write one myself. It does of course have a few fictional elements without which there might be no story.
This story mainly and solely focuses on just the two characters (and a few others) and their feelings for each other. It's basically about two ambiverts who are conscientious, resourceful, firm, slightly egoistic, and quite normal people who happen to realise, discover, and explore the possibility of being in love. It's a dream-like almost magical romance focusing on what I love to call "the butterfly inducing effect". So, get comfy, grab a tub of ice cream, maybe get a few tissues and be prepared to experience romance like no other and fall in love.
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𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔!
~𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎,
𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻
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