No .. I don’t want you . · Y/n story by @ddodjdud

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed their usual monotonous tune. Nine-fifteen. The coffee machine sputtered in the corner, and the smell of stale printer ink hung in the air.

Zain

leans against the partition, arms folded, a slow grin spreading across his face Morning, beautiful. Sleep well? I dreamed about you.

You didn’t even need to look up. You already knew it was him. The cologne. The voice. That low, teasing drawl.

Zain

Don’t tell me you’re ignoring me already. It’s barely nine-sixteen.