⟪ — mybeast & ahjumny ⟜ won jongjin & park sora ⟫

@MyBeast /I dig through my purse for my makeup bag; A couple of weeks ago I left this same car with my hair tied up in a bun, wearing ridiculously formal clothes and no makeup on my face; but since the day I set my eyes on you, I've been trying my hardest to make you notice me; The truth is, I'm failing miserably; I've been trying for two weeks - since I first started my internship as a secretary - and you haven't even glanced at me once; or maybe you did, but it was that time I bumped into your secretary and made a mess on your carpet with papers and coffee; That day I decided I was going to give up; I had my mind set, until I saw you the next day, on the same spot I see you everyday, waiting for the elevator that would take us to our floor; I've been the shy type all my life; I didn't really go out on dates or even had a real boyfriend; Not that I didn't have men wanting me, I simply didn't want them; Dating always seemed complicated to me and although I was never the girlfriend, I could see I would fail; But right now, I want you, even though I know I will never have you; I look myself in the rear-view mirror as I apply the red lipstick my best friend gave me last week and I smile at my reflection; I'm ready, I tell myself before putting my makeup bag back inside my purse and heading out of my car; I lock it, looking over at the tall building before straightening my shoulders and making my way to it; Grand Limit's hall is always crowded in the morning, everyone is in a rush and they don't even care if they bump into others on the way; I used to be like a toy in the middle of them, but I learnt how to leave the battle unharmed; as I'm walking through the glass doors, my phone rings and I rummage though my purse for it, seeing my best friend's name, Jess, on the screen; I answer the call, pressing the phone to my ear as I try not to bump into anyone and reach the elevator in one piece/
Jess: “I mean, logically it's got to be huge.”
/she says and I roll my eyes, biting back my grin before repeating/
Logically.
/last night I went out for a drink with my best friend and the main subject of our talk was you, Won Jongjin; apparently she isn't done with it; at this very moment my heart is doing that flip-tumble thing it always does when we talk about you; speculating on the size of your might be my undoing, because yes, that's what we talk about when we drink/
Jess: "Sora, have you seen his fingers? His feet? Not to mention the fact that he's the tallest guy I've ever seen in my life."
/I tilt my head and I move out of the way so that a lady can walk past me, causing me to accidentally bump into a taller man; I mumble a "Sorry" before continuing to walk to the elevator/
Hand size doesn't necessarily mean anything. Lots of guys have big hands and aren't especially gifted in the Man Parts department.
/I chuckle at my own words as I reach the elevator, discreetly looking around for you as I do every morning, but not seeing you today; I draw my eyebrows together in concern/
Jess: “I remember reading that it was wrist to the tip of the middle finger... If that's true, your dream man is packing.”
/I hum, running my fingers along my loose locks as I look left and right for you/
I guess.
Jess: "I love how you try and look all disinterested. Like you're not staring at his junk whenever it's within a ten-foot radius of you.”
/I open my mouth to speak and refute her words, but honestly, I have nothing. In the past couple of weeks, I have shot so many covert glances in your direction that if anyone was a qualified expert in the topography of your crotch, it would be me; I let out a resigned sigh; she knows me, she knows me better than anyone/
Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure Jongjin's junk hasn't ever, and won't ever, be that close to me...
/I say as I look behind me, my heart suddenly coming to a stop when I see you standing only a few inches away from me; I widen my eyes in shock; Did I say his name? Did I say his name out loud? Oh my God, I said his name, and he heard me saying it, I think to myself, suddenly freaking out; I quickly turn around to face the elevator, my blush furiously warming my cheeks as I mentally curse at myself/
Jess, I'll call you later.
/I hang up and put my phone down, trying to play it cool as I wonder if I can speed the elevator down with the power of my mind/