You look good in a suit.

Kim holds his face in his hands, peeking through the cracks between his fingers as he watches you mindlessly while you present your slides. His only focus is on the way you tug at your tie when your collar starts to itch, the shapes your lips make as you talk, or when you grin when someone compliments your work— something he knows you’ll bring up later. Last time Kim had something to say, you’d argued with him until everyone thought that he was the crazy one.

He’ll get you back.

It’s odd. Only a month ago he’d thought that ugly patterned tie looked horrible on you, but now he can’t help but want to pull it so you’re closer, closer— What is wrong with him?

Kim wants to quit, and it’s all your damn fault. You elitist, attention-seeking, kiss ass coworker. The only thing you’re good for is being eye candy.