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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Kinktober day 27 - Exhibition

Can be read as voyeurism as well if you look at it from buckys pov lol! Should I make it a two in one? I'm flexing my writing muscles by writing mean Steve and soft Ransom!

Summary - You help your boss relieve some stress and Steve teaches Bucky a lesson.

Warnings - 18+ only, smut (m/f), name calling, mean Steve, sir kink, making Bucky watch, boss/employer relationship, sugar relationship, office sex, cockwarming, probably dub con.

Pairing - CEO!Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader.

Word count - 2.8k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You narrowed your eyes, concentrating on your nails to get the perfect stroke of red paint on it - the color ‘berry red' Mr Rogers had picked out for you.

He pretended to be annoyed by your acrylics but you knew he had some sort of weirdly obsession or fetish about them. He loved staring at your hands, holding them so delicately in his, a stark contrast to how he had not-so-gently fucked you just minutes ago.

He absolutely loved kissing your little toes, making his way up your leg but that may just be his way of being an asshole who liked to test your patience.

The hissing sounds he’d make when you dug them in his shoulders or back was absolutely delicious. Even more so than looking at the aftermath of beautiful red marks scattered all over his back.

“Miss L/N,” you yelped, almost spilling your nail polish over your desk as you heard his voice on your intercom.

You cleared your throat before pressing the button to answer, “Yes, sir?”

“Come in here for a minute.” He rasped, his voice strain, almost as if he was holding some back.

You put your stilettos back on, carrying a note pad to write down whatever task he had for you - though you had an idea how this would go, or at least you hoped it would. Just the thought had you rubbing your thighs together.

You pushed his door open, “What can I do for you, sir?” you asked as you stood in front of him while he sat back on the leather couch, his legs wide open, his tie and coat discarded and his sleeves rolled up till his elbows. You wondered if he knew just how sexy he was. Holding up the notepad, feigning innocence and playing the part of the diligent assistant. You did sort of assist him in your own way.

“Come here and get on your knees. Help me relieve some stress.” He pushed back into the cushion as you laid the note pad on the coffee table and walked around it to him, kneeling in front of him you placed your hands on his knees.

“That’s a pretty color. Is it still wet?” he brushed his finger over your knuckle, careful not to touch your nail.

“Yes, sir.”

“Best not mess it up then.” He pressed his lips in a flat line. “I’ll have to do the work for you, like I always do. You’re such a spoiled brat you know that but it’s my own fault. I need to start being stricter with you.” He tutted as he took his cock out of his pants, pushing your head down on it.

You only grinned up at him. You couldn’t even pretend to be sorry, not when this boring slow workday just got infinitely better. You’d rather do this than take notes or attend another meeting.

You took his throbbing length in your mouth, choking as his tip hit the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. “Just relax your throat,” he reminded you as you swallowed around him, “remember what I taught you.”

You didn’t know the first thing about sucking cocks, especially ones that were as well-endowed as Mr Rogers'. He was uncharacteristically patient with you while he taught you and let you get used to him.

“Fuck me. That mouth of yours...” he groaned as threw his head back, holding your head down on his cock. It had taken so long to train you. But it was worth his patience when you fucked him so well with your hot mouth.

He tightened his hold on your head when you tried to pull away. He laughed as you looked up at him like a confused puppy.

“Just hold it in your mouth like that for a while till I get this work done.” He smirked as your eyes widened.

He loved testing your patience and giving you pushing your boundaries. Be it your favorite new fuzzy pink handcuffs he used to tie you to his bed, or a trip to an exotic country.

You whimpered around his length, drool dribbling down your chin onto your neck. “You can swallow if you want, sweetheart. But that’s it, if you try doing anything else you can kiss your orgasms, and that Chanel bag you’ve been whining about,” as if to prove his annoyance he rutted his hips up into your throat, making you choke on his length, “goodbye. Understood?”

You nodded and swallowed some of your dribble, you couldn’t really answer with mouth full of cock. Laying your head on his thigh, suckling around him like you would to a popsicle, he did say it was okay for you to swallow, you closed your eyes. Your mind hazy, in a state of calm you often reach when you were with him, you did vaguely hear the door open but you thought that was just your imagination.

“Holy fuck!” You snapped your eyes open as soon as you heard the foreign voice, “Sorry, Steve, um... I’ll just come back later,” You recognised the voice as Mr Rogers' best friend Bucky.

You cheeks immediately heating up upon being caught red handed. Your relationship with your boss wasn’t really a secret but it wasn’t something everyone freely talked about either. You were sure Bucky knew about it, of course he did, sir tells him everything, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

“No.” Steve said gruffly as you looked up at him with your brows furrowed, holding onto your head so you wouldn’t pull away. “Come in, Bucky. I need to discuss something important with you,” getting a firm grip on your head he pulled it back only to push you back down, “Sit over there,” he instructed, nodding towards the arm chair in front of him.

Bucky had no idea what the fuck he had walked into. He was into some freaky shit, having made love to more than one person at the same time more times than he could count. Never, in his thirty something years on this earth, did he think he'd watch his childhood best friend in such a scenario.

Nevertheless, he did as he was told. Laying aback, he was transfixed by your head bobbing up and down the loud squelching noise your mouth made on Steve’s cock, he couldn’t really see it but he had caught a glimpse of it in the locker room once. He knew it’d definitely be hard to suck. You seem to be doing a pretty good job at it from what he could tell by the little, strained grunts escaping Steve’s mouth.

He adjusted his crotch to make room for his erection and then felt a blush creep up his cheeks and neck, because he really shouldn’t get excited over something like this.

“Uh, Steve, um...” he couldn’t speak, what was he supposed to say? “What? I’m, I mean...”

“What happened, Buck? I thought you’d enjoy watching my girl while she was on her knees,” he gritted, finally pulling your head off of him.

You felt butterflies somersault in your tummy at being called his. He had never done that before. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes, proud to be officially his.

“Since you don’t mind ogling her,” he spat.

Bucky sat up straight, take aback, definitely not expecting such accusations and to be caught. He thought he was subtle about it, he did look at you and touch a bit too long for it to be considered appropriate. He flirted with you a bit more than he does with others, but that was only because you flirted back. He always assumed that it was harmless. You both weren’t doing anything wrong and Steve would never find out anyway.

With the way Steve was glaring at him with his jaw clenched tight and blonde brows furrowed together, he definitely regretted it..

...or maybe he didn’t.

Not if he was going to get a show out of it.

“Steve,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “Of course I looked at her. How could I not.” He growled, looking at your direction as you made yourself small by hugging Steve’s calf - wary of his intense gaze. “Besides she’s not yours.” he smirked as Steve’s jaw dropped.

“I just fucking told you she’s mine.” he dismissed him, looking down at you.

“Making her blow you at work and buying her tacky things doesn’t make her yours. That’s not how you treat a lady or did you forget everything your ma taught you?” he stated. “Really, doll? I think you can do better than him.”

Pulling you up by slipping his hands under your arms, he manhandled you till you stood up straight, your knees wobbly and sore. “Turn around,” Steve ordered and you followed, turning towards Bucky.

This did not go as Steve had wanted it to. His plan was to scare Bucky off, but he should’ve known his best bud would not go down without putting up a fight. His hands caressed and smoothed over your sides.

He pulled up your skirt, even though you feebly tried to fight his hands off, spreading your weeping lips with his fingers he gave Bucky a nice view of your pussy. “She’s got a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” Steve gritted, studying his friend’s face.

“She definitely does,” he replied, arousal seeping into his voice.

“Shame you’ll never get to touch it,” he taunted, pinching your clit as you keened, holding onto his wrist, your thighs quivering. “She doesn’t wear any panties because I told her so. Bet she’s not wearing a bra either, are you, baby?” he asked, he knew the answer - he could clearly see it but he wanted to show Bucky.

“No,” you let out a shaky exhale as his fingers smeared your juices around your bundle of nerves, his finger nudging at your entrance before slipping in. You tried to hold back your moans, you really did, you were on edge with someone observing you like that but you couldn’t stay quiet. Not when he played you so expertly with his fingers.

But then he withdrew his hand, giving your ass a harsh slap, “No what?”

“No - no, sir,” you heaved.

“That’s right,” he hummed, playing with the patch of hair above your mould, “Now, remove your clothes. Hurry, I don’t have all day. I’m a busy man.” He sat back, letting you do the work for a bit.

You furiously shook your head, peering at your boss over your shoulder, pleading him with your eyes.

“Let’s give Bucky here a good look at you. What’s the point of having such a pretty slut if I can show her off from time to time. I won’t ask twice.” He stated, matter-of-factly.

And because you knew what happens when you disobey him, you followed. Wiggling your hips side to side to step out of your pencil skirt. Before undoing the buttons of your silk blouse and letting it slip over your shoulders. You were about to step out of your heels - mostly because they weren't not making this ordeal any easier.

“No, keep the heels on.” Bucky said. His tone not nearly as demanding as Steve’s but you listened anyway. A part of you wanted to please him. You shifted on one foot to other, left only in your Louboutins and the tiffany’s necklace and earrings Mr Rogers had got you when you first deep throated him.

“You weren’t kidding, Rogers,” Bucky praised, unabashedly looking over your nude body, licking his lips at the sight of your hard nipples. “Play with your breasts for me, doll.” He asked. He knew he couldn’t touch them, no matter how bad he wanted to, but making you do it was the next best thing.

Your hands travelled of their own accord, holding onto your heavy breasts and the massaging them, lifting them up before you rubbed both your nipples with your fingers, “Like this, sir?” you asked, as if you didn’t know any better.

Bucky felt himself almost burst in his pants, like a goddamn teenager when you said that. “Jesus, Steve, you really hit the lottery with this one.”

“Mm-hm,” Steve hummed, easing two thick fingers into your heat, his other hand squeezed your titts, you gasped and squirmed, trying to squeeze your legs shut while letting out little mewls. “She’s so responsive too.”

“Alright, baby,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you without giving you that sweet release, no he had much better plans, “Now, you’re gonna ride my cock like the good little whore you are. Can you do that?”

“No!” you panicked.

Because: A – he was hung like a horse. It was impossible to ride him while you were on top where you could feel all of him.

And B – you weren’t sure if you wanted to do that in front of another man, even if the idea sounded tempting, there’s no way you could perform under that kinda pressure.

Steve made a ‘tch' sound, shaking his head despondently “You’re making me look bad, princess,” he sighed.

“I - I’m just nervous,” you made the mistake of looking over to Bucky, the huge budge in his pants and his lust blown eyes and making you shiver.

“Don’t forget, slut, you wanted this.” He reminded you.

You clenched your eyes shut. You did. You had asked for a threesome with Bucky, because fuck he was almost as hot as your man, and Mr Rogers had spanked you raw as punishment. You weren’t able to sit for an entire week after that. You knew he wouldn’t say yes and were anticipating some sort of punishment so it was a win-win for you. You never thought he’d take your request seriously.

“I did,” you agreed.

Taking a deep breath, you held Bucky’s gaze, there nothing to be scared of or to be intimidated by, it was just Bucky, he seems to be the one who is taken with you. You hold the power here.

You lowered yourself till you were hovering over his hard cock, gripping the base of it and easing it into your cunt. Your movements slow and deliberate. If you did it properly there was no reason for it to hurt.

You sighed when he was fully sheathed inside you, putting most of your weight on his thighs and leaning back till his front was flush against your naked back.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you,” he rambled, drawing patterns on your clit as you wailed, the sensations wrecking havoc on your, already sore pussy. “Move, sweetheart,” he tapped on your hip, his tongue peeking out to lick a tear off your cheek.

You nodded and sniffled, you didn’t even realise you had started crying. Holding onto his upper thighs for support and looking back at Bucky you pull yourself up just a little bit while Bucky palms his cock through his dark jeans.

You set a steady pace, your breath hitching every time his head brushed against your cervix. Your titts bouncing in tandem with your hips.

“Such a good girl,” Steve kept praising you, trying his best to hold back his climax, there was no way he was going before you. Pressing kisses on your back, which was covered with a sheen of sweat, “You’re so good at doing what you’re told, baby, just a little more. Are you almost there?” he cooed.

You nodded, Bucky, your sir, everything around you slipped into a abyss as your orgasm washed over you.

He rutted his hips into yours, his sac slapping against your ass as filled you up with his spend as your pussy flutter around him. It didn’t take long for Bucky to follow, releasing in his pants soiling his briefs and his jeans. His groaning pulling Steve out of his haze.

Calling out your name, he pressed a kiss to your jaw, “Your work here is done. Go back to your desk, I have an important meeting with Bucky. You can take off early, I’ll see you at home.” He told you. “And you better not clean yourself up. I want you full you of my cum so you remember who the fuck you belong to.”

“Bu – but it’ll slip out! There’s so much of it!”

“Then you clench that pussy real tight.” He ordered you as you nodded, pulling his soft cock out of you, you contracted your muscles so none of his cream would spill.

Slipped your skirt and blouse on you headed for the door before coming back and collecting your note pad, “Oopsie,” you giggled, feeling their eyes on your behind as you swayed your hips and walked back to your desk.

You typed away at your desk and waiting for the day to be over. Maybe you could convince Steve to eat his cum out of you. If you could get him to give you an almost threesome you can definitely make him do that.

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reachexceedinggrasp · 3 years

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Title: Observational Hazard

Summary: Soo Young is the most unobservant super-observer ever.

An Oh Hyun Jae/Cha Soo Young fic. light humour/romance, team feels, rated T. 3974 words.

Didn't add quite as much as I thought I might, but still substantially revised and updated now on ao3:

original post below ⬇️

Draft of the first part of a Tell Me What You Saw two-shot that lives in a universe where we get the character development and emotional closure of the finale but everything else is the pre-ep 14 status quo:

He was still a somewhat surreal presence.

Even after all the time they'd spent working together, after finally seeing him away from the moody dimness of his gothic hideout, being forced to occupy mundane drop-ceiling corridors and shabby offices in the police department under the same unforgiving fluorescent lighting beloved of convenience stores and dentists everywhere. Having him stand close to her, out from the shadows and fully exposed in the cool, white brightness of the winter sun. After all the normal, domestic moments she'd had to acclimate to his very real humanity, there was still something about him that seemed totally outside ordinary life. A certain mystery and pathos which clung to him like an aura. Being in his company could still feel suddenly strange. Different. Heightened.

It wasn't that Soo Young had ever been star-struck by him, she hadn't even known who he was before that fateful first encounter where she'd been presented to him for judgement as if he were some sage on a hilltop, but the feeling of unreality which surrounded him was exactly what she imagined it must be like to meet someone really famous. To have someone removed and theoretical, an icon from a screen rather than a person you could know, suddenly breaking in on normality like a painting escaping the frame. There was this unconscious conviction such a character couldn't possibly be somewhere you could casually run into them, where they could surprise you; they should only exist in their appropriate setting. You shouldn't be able to reach over and touch them. There ought to be a tangible barrier.

His barrier wasn't that she found him untouchable or intimidating, because she usually didn't. Not any more. And she hadn't given much leeway to the sensation even when it had been there. It was that he didn't seem to belong in real life, the real world. Not like ordinary people did, anyway. He didn't look out of place, per se, but he did look... very remarkable. Impossibly aloof from the entire concept of boring daily routines. One absolutely could not imagine him buying groceries or doing dishes, one couldn't even imagine him needing to eat. And sometimes she'd tried, just to experiment.

There was also always the temptation to suspect him of sleeping in a coffin, like Dracula, but that felt mean-spirited. She'd seen his small hospital cot, barely big enough to stretch out on. She'd seen the pain meds and the medical equipment used in his recovery which still littered the chilly former office that served as his bedroom. She'd seen the way his eyes slid away and his mouth turned down when other officers reacted to his uncanny psychological inductions with hostility and distrust. He might dress like a vampire but he was very mortal.

And maybe he was making some slight effort not to be recognised in public after the media circus of Dong Shik's capture, because he had pulled his hair back into a knot at the crown of his head and his ever-present sunglasses were a slimmer, less ostentatious pair than usual. He hadn't gone so far as to not wear a long black overcoat, but it was a slim cut, military style with a high collar rather than the all-weather fur-lined parka he'd been practically living in the last few weeks.

She did notice he wasn't wearing his promise ring when he took his leather gloves off.

"What did you find in the phone records?" he asked her quietly, picking up the tea she'd ordered for him.

It was novel to see him actually take something that she offered, and she knew she must have flashed a hint of a smile because his eyes cut to the paper cup for a split second before he seemed to shrug without actually moving his shoulders. He blew on the steaming drink and took a careful sip. A lock of wavy hair too short for the hair tie fell across his cheek near his mouth and she had to suppress a familiar desire to lean over and tuck it behind his ear.

"Nothing I could cross-reference to any of the warehouse numbers we saw at the other scene, but there were a couple anomalies..."

She went on telling him everything her memory had captured which stuck out as informative, waiting for his preternatural ability to spot patterns and connections to pick up something that could be their next lead in this endless money laundering case they couldn't seem to close down completely no matter how many arrests were made. He seized on something she hadn't even intended to mention and she jotted down his instructions for follow up in her notebook. They didn't make sense to her now, but she knew she'd understand later when he turned out to have zeroed in on a vital clue.

It would probably always be weird to talk to a genius, she decided, no matter how often you did it. Apart from his impatience and bluntness, he could seem entirely normal- until he suddenly wasn't. When he engaged in conversation (and, granted, he rarely did), it had a way of disarming you into thinking he was a regular human being with a regular human brain and rendering it all the more shocking when he spontaneously knew things about you he absolutely shouldn't. When he abruptly tied together all the threads of whatever mystery they'd been working on without any apparent intermediate steps. His perceptiveness bordered on the clairvoyant despite how emotionally oblivious he chose to be when it suited him; he often knew how you felt and what you would do before you'd even decided to do it. And though he didn't have an eidetic memory like she did, he noticed everything and she'd never known him to forget something once he had.

In retrospect, it was interesting that he'd ever chided her for recording all the irrelevant background noise of crime scenes she observed. Things no normal person would see in the first place, let alone remember, when that ended up being the ability he most often called on her to use. Anything that was remotely relevant at the time, anything that seemed plausible to become relevant, he could remember himself. Only her involuntary recording of her surroundings could possibly pick up some of the information they'd ended up needing, only her relentlessly indiscriminate eye encompassing everything that passed before it could act as an extension of the scene itself. Preserving it forever, making it available for him to make new connections from when new information came to light.

Really, when he'd first wanted to use her as his proxy in the field, he had been dismissive of the all exact qualities that made them such good partners. They were complementary in large part because of her supposed flaws, because of the differences between how their minds worked. If she were more like he said she should be back then, she'd be useless to him now. She wondered when he realised that. Maybe on the second case, with Gang Seung Hwan's accomplice, when his skills and hers had worked in perfect synchronicity. Probably not. It probably hadn't taken him as long as that.

She got the feeling he saw it when he decided to help her in the cement factory, despite his denial that's what he was doing.

The shift worker they were in the place to surveil arrived and left, pretty uneventfully, his contact a no-show. Soo Young went through three cups of coffee, Oh Hyun Jae made his one tea last the entire time without appearing to deliberately milk it.

It was when she was musing on whether or not to ask him to teach her the trick of looking so natural on stake outs with no need to drown oneself in hot drinks that she noticed the woman.

Nondescript, average height, somewhere in her thirties, and working on a laptop, she seemed a completely innocuous café customer. But now that Soo Young was looking at her directly, she realised this woman had been here since before they arrived. She realised this woman had been sneaking furtive glances at their table every time Soo Young lifted her eyes.

She realised this woman was very much staring at Oh Hyun Jae.

Surely he would know if it was a threat? He did give off the firm impression of having not only eyes on the back of his head, but some kind of sixth sense.

Should she say something to him? What if she was wrong? But then, how many times had her gut been wrong lately? Paranoia was actually on a really big winning streak in her recent experience. Especially when it came to her dark and difficult companion, who seemed to have an entire rogues gallery of bitter criminals champing at the bit to retaliate against him for having the audacity to catch them.

The informal debriefing went on for a further twenty minutes, most of which she spent periodically clocking the staring woman and cataloguing her every twitch, checking for nervous habits and any possible confirmation there was nefarious intent behind her intense interest in Detective Oh. Soo Young watched the woman type and stare, type and stare, her suspicions growing with every second.

When their duelling gazes finally collided head on and the woman's eyes bugged out in terror for a split second before she scrambled to look busy with her notes and her computer, the deal was sealed. There was something not right.

She didn't mention it to Oh Hyun Jae. He would only freeze her out and tell her to focus on the case, potential threats against his person being of no interest and beneath acknowledgement as far as he was concerned. She did mention it to the squad room at large when the entire team had trooped in sullenly from various unpleasant tasks and she'd already set Ji Min chasing after more old files in the police database based on the phone record connections.

They all, to a man, blinked at her in bemusement for a moment before looking bored. They started exchanging speaking glances when she got more insistent about the duration and shiftiness of the woman's observation.

"And?" Ji Min prompted, sounding impatient with her and dismissive of the entire story.

"Yeah," Detective Yang put in dispassionately, leaning back in his chair so he could see her between the monitors on his desk, "so what?"

"S-so what?" Soo Young repeated, shocked at their uncaring attitude, stuttering in frustration as she spun her hand in front of her as if to pull the words out. "What do you mean so what? Isn't it suspicious?"

"I know things have been pretty exciting since you've been here, kid, but you can't assume every person on the street who looks at you funny is part of some big conspiracy. You'll go mental." Yang put his elbow on his desk and slumped against his palm, pecking at his keyboard with his free hand. "Not that I blame you for wanting to believe you'd found a way out of money laundering hell. This case has more dead ends than a garden maze."

Soo Young opened and closed her mouth a few times, more than a little offended to be accused of imagining things. No one took any notice of her outrage, all of them glumly picking away at their work.

"She's not just some random bystander," she protested after a full thirty seconds of silence. "She was acting really weird!"

Tae Sung sighed heavily.

She couldn't understand why no one would even pretend to humour her. Her hunches were always proving true and it seemed foolhardy to just ignore something like this. How many coincidences were really just coincidences? It didn't seem like a lot to her these days. "He's had so many people try to get revenge on him, or want to target him, don't you think it's worth looking into? Remember the guy who tried to kill Professor Na? Why else would someone spend so long looking every time I wasn't looking? Either she's planning something or she works for someone who wants to know what he's doing. Or maybe she needs help and she's afraid to approach the police! She watched him the whole time we were there!"

Yang grunted non-committally and no one else acknowledged her.

"Who looks at a stranger that much for no reason?" she demanded huffily.

More silence.

She crossed her arms, planting her feet in a sturdy stance to show she wouldn't be moved.

"Ah! You're even a girl and you actually want us to explain this to you!" Tae Sung bemoaned in sudden exasperation, grimacing with mock pain. "Unbelievable."

Soo Young stared at him, not understanding what her being a girl could possibly have to do with it. Didn't they care? Detective Oh was still their colleague even if they didn't like him. It hardly took an especially soft, bleeding heart to be worried about a fellow officer. "What are you talking about?"

Tae Sung rolled his eyes in disgust, making a disdainful clicking sound with his tongue. "Really? You've never noticed?"

Annoyed now, and feeling more condescended to by her superiors than she had since her very first day on the job with them, when they'd refused to believe she was a police officer, she looked to Detective Yang as a likely voice of reason. He made a face at her which seemed to suggest she was a hopeless case and it was only pity that had him bothering to make the effort when the answer was so obvious. He tisked reprovingly at her plaintive expression.

"Women always stare at Oh Hyun Jae, Officer Cha," he said slowly, leaving space between words as if she might have an epiphany about where this was headed and spare him from having to spell it out for her. "Everywhere he goes, always."

Tae Sung pointed at Yang and nodded vigorously.

She sat down in her chair, stupefied by their united front, feeling the force of her own frown etching a wrinkle of confusion between her eyebrows. "But..."

Yang flapped his hands around, raising the pitch of his voice just enough for everyone to understand he was supposed to be imitating her now, " 'Oh, but how could that be, Detective Yang? I've never seen that happen?' Maybe you've never noticed it happening because you're usually staring at him, too. How could you have seen anyone else doing it when you're busying doing it yourself?"

"Me?" she sputtered, appalled. She hadn't, had she? "No, I don't! Why would I?"

"'Why'." Ji Min scoffed to himself without looking up, shaking his head at his monitor. "Don't be so ridiculous. You know why."

Her frown deepened as she glared around at them. Maybe she'd been a bit rude when she'd burst into his hideout to tell him about what she remembered at the suitcase scene, maybe she'd looked too long at his scars, but it had to be noted that she'd fully believed he was blind at the time. He'd been very convincing; his eyes had never once sharply focussed on her the way a sighted person's gaze inevitably would. Maybe she'd been ready to take that as a free pass to study him as blatantly as she wanted, even from close up, but he hadn't let her think so for more than a few seconds. His acute awareness of her attention despite never looking at her at least reinforced her conviction that he probably knew about it when he was being watched. She understood that he could take care of himself, though she remained stubborn in thinking that he shouldn't have to- not when the department was happy to use him for their purposes and put him at risk.

But she still didn't know why it was apparently so unreasonable of her to worry about this. He wasn't infallible. Someone could hurt him.

Yang picked up the thread again, his incredulous look tempered by what could almost be concern for her vast naiveté. "Officer Cha, you have eyes, so I shouldn't need to tell you this. In fact, I'm very sure I don't actually need to tell you this, but just so you're aware that everyone here already understands and it's not worth being in this much denial about it: Detective Oh looks like... like he looks. We know. Even I stared the first few times I met him. It's human. I've never seen someone that good-looking in real life before, I didn't think anyone did look that good in real life. I thought it was one of those things that only exists on television."

She glanced between their faces, all of their expressions showing agreement with Detective Yang's assessment. Even Ji Min pushed his bottom lip out and tilted his head in concession as if to say 'can't deny it'. Embarrassment started creeping up the back of her neck, familiar prickles of self-doubt hitting her like a little spider crawling on her skin.

"Why did she react that way, then?" she insisted, desperate to prevent her own habits from becoming the subject of further scrutiny. "When she saw me watching, she scrambled to pretend she was busy."

"Because you caught her. She can probably tell you're the jealous type." Tae Sung snickered and held up his hand for a high five from Detective Yang, who curled his lip at him and tossed his fist back in a mock wind-up. Tae Sung flinched away and raised a defensive elbow, but he came out from behind his shielding arm unrepentant, still smirking.

"I don't stare!" Soo Young said again, defensive, her voice a little too loud. They were probably right that there was no threat and that was humiliating enough, they didn't need to treat her like a silly girl with a crush. She did not have a crush. Her relationship with Detective Oh was very serious and very platonic and her admiration for him was strictly professional. It wasn't like she'd cried over him. Except when she had. But that was about the job and her pride as a policewoman.

"Every time you're not focussed on a case or alert to danger: yes, you do. Constantly."

"We've all seen you."

"I've seen you go for minutes at a time, completely oblivious to your surroundings."

Her cheeks were hot now and she started tidying her desk and adjusting her chair. "I get lost in thought. I could be looking at anything."

"Not with that kind of moony gaze, you couldn't," Tae Sung could not seem to resist jabbing. He caught her eye and then turned to look at Detective Yang with an exaggerated dreamy expression, blinking very slowly and sighing loudly.

Soo Young scowled at him and stabbed at her keyboard to wake up her computer, grumbling, "I've never made that face at anyone. I do not do that."

"It's true, you're more subtle than that. It's more like this-" Yang made his lips round and slightly parted, his eyes distant but focussed, with a tiny furrow in his brow. Soo Young hated that she did indeed recognise herself in the expression. He held it for a moment, framing his own face with his hands, then chuckled and ran his fingers through his thinning hair self-consciously. "It's the same look you get when you're talking to him on your secret ear piece. That look was one of the reasons I was so sure I knew who you were communicating with. It's sort of a good thing, I guess, since I'm such a suspicious soul. I might have doubted you otherwise."

Mildly grateful he'd steered the conversation into more sombre waters even if it was still embarrassing for her, Soo Young shot him a pained smile. It had been a relief to discover Yang knew about the ear piece; she'd felt so alone and uncertain when the Team Leader had gone rogue and Oh Hyun Jae kept leaving her hanging without explanation. Hyun Jae was the only one she had to turn to about the case, the only one from whom she had no secrets, and it was always a crap shoot whether he would be there when she needed him. His single-mindedness had only gotten worse right before the end. It had hurt to be discarded again, as much as she understood the prison of despair he'd felt trapped within and the way it made him think there was only one way out.

"I guess it's no wonder you always believed he was on our side," Tae Sung said under his breath, sobered by the thought.

"That's not why." She'd reacted without thinking, the words out before she could consider whether she should say them. It wasn't just that she didn't want to talk about it, although she didn't, it was also the question of Hyun Jae's privacy. Broadcasting some of the choices he'd made under all that anguish felt intensely personal and, despite the way he'd used her trust for his own ends, she didn't want to expose him to any additional speculation. There'd been more than enough of that. She had heard a lot of ugly, unfair judgements on his character, even from her teammates.

The uncomfortable silence stretched on, no one even typing, as if they were holding their collective breath waiting for the subject to pass.

"I just believed in him," she finally said, allowing air back into the room.

The two younger detectives looked mildly chastened, Yang only thoughtful.

Ready to risk making it worse to alleviate the discomfort, she ventured a feeble joke, "Maybe I got something from all that study."

Yang chuckled and Ji Min ducked his head to hide a smile. A rhythm of work and bickering gradually picked up and Soo Young relaxed as the team became distracted and the subject of teasing her was forgotten, but she knew she wouldn't be moving on to more tedious money laundering minutia today. Instead, she rested unseeing eyes on the monitor in front of her while actually focussed on going over her own behaviour in her head.

She'd thought she'd compartmentalised the fact that Detective Oh was stunningly, preposterously beautiful and his every move was infused with an intense, brooding sensuality which made him dangerously mesmerising even when doing nothing in particular into a small corner of her mind where she could try to ignore it as much as possible. You sort of had to do that if you were going to be in the same room with him for any length of time. He was... yeah. Ridiculous. Distracting. Impossible to deal with unless you made a deliberate choice not to be intimidated.

Honestly, though, he had helped out a lot with this ignoring process by having such a snitty, contemptuous attitude the first few times she'd met him, dulling the edge of his prodigious sex appeal with arrogant emotional brutality, and because of that she had succeeded. Maybe succeeded too well. Maybe she'd relentlessly suppressed her thoughts about his person at the first drift in that direction with too much ruthless abandon if she couldn't even come up with the most obvious reason a woman would stare at him in public. Trying so hard to block out such an intrusively apparent reality was probably not great for her observation skills where he was concerned.

But if she was staring at him dreamily independent of... enjoying the view... that might mean she also had a more significant problem.

The way her heart had lifted when he'd vindicated her faith in him was pure altruism, she didn't suspect herself of the slightest ulterior motive where her worry for his soul was concerned. But the way it fluttered when the light on her earpiece started blinking again unexpectedly, the way warmth suffused her chest when he'd told her he was glad she'd become a police officer... maybe that wasn't as purely professional a delight as she'd told herself at the time.

Maybe her profound, abiding hurt to discover he'd been using her wasn't just about pride, either. Soo Young had wanted to keep her distance after that, had vowed that she would, but it hadn't taken long for her to abandon the pretence. If it hadn't been for the desperation of the kidnapping making it moot, would she have regretted refusing to listen to his offer? Would he have tried again or just retreated to his hideaway and waited for her to be drawn inevitably back to him by her own curiosity?

Oh Hyun Jae had underestimated her determination when she turned him down, she thought, but he was probably right to think she couldn't stay away. Not because she needed him to solve her mother's case, not because she couldn't stand not finding out the truth about the mint killer, but because of her worry for him. He valued himself only as an intellect, as a tool, it never seemed to occur to him that her compassion might run just as deeply for a scarred criminal profiler as it did for a mute child. He clearly hadn't truly believed in the fact that she cared about him for his own sake until...

She glanced over at Detective Yang again and found he was still watching her. Not staring, but certainly observing. There was a knowingness in his eyes that went beyond having caught her out for her secrets from the team or her naiveté or her crush on an embarrassingly obvious target: shrewdness with a gentle countenance.

He was another very perceptive man. Far more perceptive than any of them had given him credit for. If he seemed to know her own heart before she did... maybe she should work on her introspection.

#tell me what you saw #kdrama #ocn tell me what you saw #oh hyun jae #본대로 말하라 #oh hyun jae/cha soo young #I'll make this ship happen #part two with be light angst and actual romance #this was supposed to be 'humour' sort of I guess #it needs expanding and fixing #especially towards the end #should probably be another 1000 words- going to aim for that before posting on ao3 and trying to write part 2 #I'm embarrassed of my attempts to write fun things it never seems to work out #fanfiction #my fic #I don't know if anyone's even going to read this but I always get a fresh perspective immidately after hitting post so #if I post this and go away for the weekend when I come back I should be able to fix it up and finish it! :D???#hope springs eternal

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