there’s just something in the way junmyeon carries himself so prim and proper, white button-up shirt starched and neatly pressed underneath his argyle sweater vest, not a single wrinkle or a hair out of place, that drives kris slowly up a wall and insane with desire to just one time ruffle his feathers, see this impeccable man come a little bit undone under the work of his steady hands.

surreptitiously peeking over the manila folders he was supposed to have passed on to the executive producer probably twenty minutes ago (luhan can wait though, he’s probably too busy shooting his mouth off over the phone trying to hustle some extra funding from their financial backers), kris lingers behind the director’s chair, trying not to ogle as junmyeon leans over a miniature castle set, smiling and talking to a princess hand puppet with careful enunciation, lips moving slowly around the vowels and consonants forming in his mouth.

but all kris really sees is the slight dip of junmyeon’s lower back, traveling down around the curve of his full, rounded ass, connecting to a pair of really nice, shapely thighs.

and stop right there.

well fuck if kris isn’t turned on already.

kris gives his head a little jerk, trying to shake away the faint stirring of arousal coiling in the pit of his stomach,

crap. well, this is no good.

“and cut!” minseok shouts through his megaphone, other hand waving in the air as he gestures junmyeon to come over. “so, that was really great,” minseok starts as junmyeon wanders over to the director, trademark smile still fixed onto his face. “but i was thinking, maybe we should try…”

junmyeon nods politely as minseok proposes a few suggestions on how to convey his lines, briefly glancing over minseok’s shoulder to throw a quirky smile in kris’ direction.

and that’s his cue to leave, folks.

clutching harder onto his stack of files, kris returns a halfhearted smile, trying to act nonchalant and cool as he calmly makes his way towards the exit.

and everything is great and fine, and kris is about to make his very calm and collected getaway.

except chanyeol chooses that exact moment to turn the corner, crashing into kris with his rolling garment rack and causing an explosion of assorted costumes and papers flying out of kris’ hands.

“i’m so sorry!” chanyeol wails, accidentally elbowing kris in the stomach in his haste to help collect the forms and paperwork now strewn all over the studio floors. “please don’t fire me!”

more than the sharp pain of having chanyeol’s bony elbow shoved into his liver, kris’ face burns with the heat of a thousand suns, not even bothering to pick up the folders before bolting through the open double doors.

“kill me now,” kris whines as he sprints for the staff lounge, hiding away in the crack of space between the cabinets and cappuccino machine until yixing returns from his research and assessment errand, forcing the younger onto the love couch as kris cries on yixing’s shoulder over the unfairness of life.

“you wanna know what’s really unfair?” sehun asks as he finishes typing out the production budget email onto his macbook with a flourish, clicking send and slamming the laptop shut before hauling himself onto his feet.

“what,” kris mumbles with his face still pressed into yixing’s shoulder.

“i’ll be taking your human handkerchief now,” sehun replies, yanking yixing out of kris’ grasp. “he promised me bubble tea. sorry, you can finish the rest of your sob fest on your own.”

with that, sehun links arms with yixing and drags him out the door.

dumbfounded, kris watches them go, mouth slightly parted.

—

kris chooses to remain in the lounge until all the other staff and crew members have left the studio, which means it’s already well into the night when he decides it’s safe enough to head out for home.

—

“hey.”

kris freezes with half of his body stepped into his car, fingers clutching onto the hood so hard, he’s surprised it hasn’t cracked from all the exerted pressure.

taking a few steadying breaths and mentally counting down from ten, kris pastes on a forced smile, climbing back out of the car and turning (woah) to find junmyeon actually a little too a lot closer than he had expected him to be. kris can almost count each and every individual mole on junmyeon’s freshly cleaned, sans-makeup face.

which, he isn’t going to do, because, that’d be just plain creepy.

“uh, yeah?” kris mumbles, articulation and coherency dying on his lips as the gears in his brain shift into overdrive.

“you left these,” junmyeon presses a neat stack of familiar looking manila folders into kris’ arms, glancing up through his eyelashes with a corner of his full, pink lips quirked up in a grin.

“um, yeah. thanks,” kris breathes, trying not to stare at junmyeon’s mouth as he brings the files up to his chest, using them as a kind of makeshift shield to protect himself from more potential embarrassment, because, that seems to happen a lot lately in the hard life of kris wu.

“no problem,” junmyeon takes the most minuscule of steps closer, but kris notices the movement as much as if junmyeon had tackled into him with a battering ram, stumbling over his feet as he barely manages to avoid falling into and taking out his car door.

“uh, can i help you with anything?” kris manages to force out, mind whirling with all kinds of jumbled thoughts, at least ninety percent of them heading towards inappropriate directions.

he’s cornered in a dark parking lot, caged in between his car door and junmyeon’s oh so warm body, single light fixture subtly flickering on and off above them.

yeah, definitely suggestive and inappropriate.

kris jumps a little in surprise when junmyeon’s soft hand curls around the back of his neck, eyes shining with something dangerous that kris can’t exactly pinpoint.

“i see you watching me,” junmyeon says lightly, stepping in closer until kris’ spine is pressed uncomfortably against the upper edge of the car door. “when you think i’m not paying attention, i can feel your eyes following me.”

"i… you… uh, what?” kris stutters, beginning to forget the concept of breathing and how the mechanics of that skill works.

“don’t worry,” junmyeon smiles, both arms now hooked over kris’ shoulders. “i don’t mind so much.”

and that’s all the invitation kris needs to slide his hands down the smaller man’s waist, mapping out the curves and planes of junmyeon’s body before jerking him forward to press themselves as close as humanly possible, lips working hot and furious against each other.

and it’s all kris can do to prevent his body from exploding in a great burst of smokey flames, fire burning just beneath his skin as junmyeon’s hot tongue slides across kris’ lower lip, small fingers sliding up to fist into kris’ hair.

when they finally separate, chests heaving for much needed oxygen, kris shivers at the sight of a thoroughly ravished junmyeon, a corner of his always immaculate white shirt untucked from his khakis, eyes half shut with lips red and swollen.

“did you want to go back to my place?” kris’ voice is deep and husky, pressing a light kiss below junmyeon’s ear. and he relishes in the light shudder that travels through the smaller man’s frame.

“thought you’d never ask,” junmyeon replies, fists in kris’ hair guiding him back down for another kiss.