Overtime, Over Time (ft. (G)I-DLE's Yuqi)

Another night, another bout of overtime.

You curse under your breath for the umpteenth time. Fuck your boss. Fuck the project. Fuck the deadline. And especially, fuck your boss.

You sink deeper into the leather couch of the meeting room you’ve made a home. A pillow and a blanket rest on the far end of the couch, the blanket draping over the armrest and half of it pooling on the ground. Empty takeout boxes and cup ramen containers lie astray on the meeting table, remnants left over from a depressing dinner. One other person sits at the table, hands clacking away at the keyboard of her laptop, though she occasionally stops to tap a few buttons of her mouse and sip on the coffee she has sitting dangerously near the edge of the table.

“Oi, catch.”

You raise a hand, catching the can of coffee thrown your way. You offer a two-fingered salute, and your companion for most nights returns you the same salute with a bright smile.

Ah, the only person that made the past two months bearable—Song Yuqi. This project wouldn’t have progressed half as good as it is right now if it weren’t for her. However, you’re glad she’s part of your duo for less professional reasons as well.

“Drink up, and back to grinding, my dude.”

“Thanks, Yuqi.” You crack open the can, and the cool coffee serves to replenish your energy, at least for the foreseeable future. You sigh at your laptop, the data and graphs starting to swim around the more you stare at them. In a fit of exasperation, you slam the laptop shut then throw it to the side.

You lean back on the sole source of physical comfort within the working space. The black leather couch is the best that the meeting room can offer, and you’ve taken up the spot. You close your eyes, imagining a perfect world where you’re on your bed at home, sleeping peacefully.

“Yah, don’t doze off on me, you bastard.”

You lazily raise your hand, then your head. Yuqi sits with her legs crossed, one atop the other. Her arm rests on the backrest of the chair, her head tilted to the right. She takes a sip of her own can of coffee, then pivots atop her chair to return to her laptop, her fingers clacking away once more.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

The clock strikes 2am. You groan: your self-imposed five minute break is over. After you down the rest of the coffee, you fling the empty can into the trash.

“Fuck! Now I have to get back to work.”

“Relax, dude. Let’s just pick up some speed and maybe we’ll get some rest before tomorrow, yeah?”

“Fuck the old man. We’ve done the slides.. like 20 times, and the proposal somewhere around… 25, and of course he decides that the first half of both the slides and proposal have issues now. Why wouldn’t he say that the past four times he’s reviewed it?”

“Preaching to the choir, preaching to the choir. I’m just as done as you are. Come on, let’s just finish this quick and try to get some sleep.”

You focus your attention back to your laptop, as does Yuqi.

—–

Of course, your concentration doesn’t last for longer than fifteen minutes, not when it’s been blown to bits by exhaustion and frustration.

At five, you’re thinking of breakfast.

At ten, you’re thinking of what makes the food pyramid the way it is.

At fifteen, you’re shamelessly ogling your colleague. It’s amazing what a trip your brain can take when you let it go on autopilot.

You were contemplating just how much of a lie the food pyramid might be, and how fat you’d be after this project was over. Keyword being “were”, considering that you just happened to glance at movement from Yuqi. With a long sigh of relief, Yuqi raises her hands above her head and arches her back to stretch all her tense muscles. You don’t intend to stare, but the tension of Yuqi’s blouse over the curve of her chest absolutely mesmerizes you. Though she doesn’t have a big chest, you can clearly see the swell of her breasts and the cloth of her blouse smoothing out over the two mounds of flesh. You move your eyes down to her thighs, covered in a nice pair of beige pants. Oof, she’s just as thick as you remember. Your mouth dries, unable to tear yourself from the sight of her body.

And… now you have a boner. Fuck.

The “less than professional” reasons that you were happy to have Yuqi on the team come to the forefront of your mind. These could be listed down in three simple points.

Firstly, Yuqi’s physical attractiveness definitely is off the charts. The other guys in the office always say she’s pretty but not hot. Those guys lack eyeballs and might actually lack any mental activity. Yuqi is smoking hot. Sure, maybe she doesn’t have the biggest assets—calling her chest big would be generous, and you can’t really categorize her ass as “phat”, as the youths say. However, she is blessed with the sexiest thighs you’ve seen on a woman. She’s your version of what a supermodel should look like.

Secondly, Yuqi somehow exudes both masculinity and femininity in the best of ways. She’s grown to become a bit of a bro over the two months you’ve worked closely with her, and prior to that, she was always known to you as the “cool” one within your office. Over the year or so you’ve been her colleague, you’ve heard multiple other colleagues talk about her during her off days—riding horses, doing rock climbing, even going water skiing during a long break. She was always the go-getter during team building activities, and you definitely know why she does all the crazy shit you don’t dare dream of doing. You can’t help but see her as a senior to look up to.

However, you’ve also seen her feminine side come out when anything fashion is mentioned. Yuqi has talked your ear off once about dresses and skirts she liked, which you knew nothing about, of course, but she looked really cute enthusing about them. She even shows you photos of her wearing clothes she buys, and you shamefully just appreciate the eye candy she presents to you. Furthermore, she adores plushies, specifically giraffes. She’s never been happier buying a giraffe plushie, which you’ve seen first-hand at a team building session outside of the office. The unbridled joy she gets at collecting a “new fluffy friend”, as she calls them, is exceptionally adorable, and you're… well, smitten.

Finally, you have developed a bit of a crush on Yuqi. These two months, both of you have had the same shit takeout, slept horribly in the office together, got yelled at by the boss all the time, and were always working in the same room, lamenting shared issues with the boss, the workload, the stress. She is as tired as you are, though she tries her best to remain positive and perform the best she can with the project. To you, she already had a pristine image before this project, and now she might actually be the best girl ever.

You snap yourself out of your thoughts, and your vision draws back to Yuqi’s chest. However, your eyes flick up to hers, and you freeze when you meet her amused grin. You hurriedly return your gaze to the laptop, pretending to look at the slides.

“Yah. Pervert.”

Your heart threatens to pound out of your chest. You wonder if the ground could open you up and swallow you in right now. Maybe the gods could do you a solid?

“I know you’re looking at my boobs, man. Don’t try to act all innocent now.” Yuqi gets up then walks to you. She never stops grinning, and you prepare to be slapped. Maybe she’ll tell HR, or maybe you’ll be fired, exiled out of the country, and then burn in a fire pit after death.

Poke.

You turn to face Yuqi’s mischievous smile. She pokes you in the arm with her right finger, twisting it left and right to poke you even harder.

“Oi, I’m talking to you, dickhead. You think I’m hot, don’t you?”

You refuse to answer, unsure of whether she’s really going to snap after. You’re not really willing to push any more buttons of hers, if you have.

If you have any particular weaknesses, it’s tickling. You cannot stand being tickled. Yuqi knows this very well—she asked you once during a similar overtime session, and you ended up being tickled by Yuqi all over the meeting room. When Yuqi raises her hands, you know you’ve met your doom.

“HAHAHA—STOP! NO—STOP! HAHA STOP IT! STOP!”

“I won’t! Not until you answer my question!”

Yuqi straddles you, catching your flailing arms. She pins your arms down while her knees keep your legs trapped together, so that you’re unable to strike her. With one hand, she tickles your armpits, again, sending you into another laughing fit.

“STOP—NO, HAHAHA! STOP, I’LL TELL YOU, STOP! STOP! YES! YES, I THINK YOU’RE HOT! NOW STOP, PLEASE, PLEASE!”

Yuqi lets you go then, and both of you catch your breath at your positions. You close your eyes for a moment to let the adrenaline that courses through your veins slowly subsides. When you open your eyes, you’re met with a sweating, red-faced Yuqi. Her chest heaves with deep breaths, her position still unchanged—you remain trapped under her as she straddles you. Even without her weighing down on you, you can’t seem to move from your spot. Yuqi stares down at you, her eyes raking over your body, her expression unreadable.

“Hm, you’re not so bad looking yourself, you know that?”

Yuqi runs a finger down your chest, feeling the muscle on your lean body, as her eyes rake over you, and a slight hint of a smile lifts the edges of her lips. You’re definitely embarrassed now, having straight up admitted that you thought Yuqi herself was hot to her face. However, it’s not only embarrassment that causes your face to burn red—a wave of arousal washes over you at the sight you’ve wanted to see for a while: Yuqi straddling you.

Yuqi moves back, letting you move to sit up. Immediately, she’s crawling to you, her face dangerously close to yours. You can feel her hot breath against your lips, her eyes flickering between your eyes and those same lips. The neckline of her blouse falls a little which reveals a bit of skin—just maybe a centimetre more, but with the tension in the room, she might as well have stripped. She’s so close—way too close even. The drumming of your heart is all you can hear, the heat rising off your body the only sensation your body can register. Yuqi’s sultry grin elicits a gasp from you.

“Lucky for you, I think you’re hot too.”

You’ve never been this aroused all your life. You wish with all your heart that something happens. Something. Anything to break the tension.

Yuqi closes the gap.