ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

junior. [yuwin]

a/n: I just realized I haven't updated yuwin stuff in a while lmao, but I don't write yuwin that much because there's TONS of yuwin fics out there, and I don't really ship it anymore? sorry if it's your otp then—

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sicheng stares at the pile of boxes in front of him. they're all filled to the brim; some of the contents even peek out. they probably weight a ton.

this office room is the biggest one in the marketing department albeit it's been unoccupied for as long as sicheng can remember. there's a floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, large mahogany desk, spinning chairs, and a wall full of certificates that sicheng can't decide if they're fake or genuine.

there's also cobwebs everywhere. and dust. lots of dust. he's trying hard not to sneeze right now.

sicheng turns to doyoung. the older has a similar blank look on his face, or accurately a question he knows they're sharing. so he decides to speak it up.

" what are we doing here ?"

" ten said something about cleaning up this room. sorting the boxes, maybe, or throwing them away? I don't remember ." doyoung says. his face is red, and he sneezes for the third time since they've been here. being a clean-freak, doyoung is never good with dust.

" but why? it doesn't make sense. this room has been empty – no, full? whatever – for years ."

doyoung shrugs. " I don't know. we know better than to question ten, don't we? the amount of our wages lay in his hands ."

their conversation comes to a halt when the door swings open. speaking of the devil. ten comes in with jaehyun in tow, holding a clipboard in his hand, round specs propped up by his nose.

" doyoung, there you are. did you order the cake I've told you to ?" ten asks. his face scrunches up as an attempt not to sneeze.

" I did. it should be here by now ."

" exactly like how I wrote down ?"

" yes, boss. with every little detail. blueberry-flavoured and whipped cream and cherries ," he says, then hesitates, studying ten's grimace. " or was it cherry-flavoured with blueberries ?"

shaking his head, ten sighs. " whatever. as long as there's no nuts ."

" cake ?" sicheng perks up. he has a reputation of being the sweet-tooth in the group. next to him, jaehyun snorts.

" of course you're only interested in the cake ."

sicheng nudges him. jaehyun nudges back. doyoung sighs.

" yes, cake. the new director will be here today. he's transferred from one of our branches in seoul ." ten explains, eyes fixed on his clipboard. he looks like he's ticking off some boxes.

" so that's why we need to clean up this room ." sicheng says.

" exactly. this room will be his ," ten nods. his attention shifts to the large boxes and frowns. " why are those still here ?"

doyoung pats sicheng's back. " sicheng is up to it ."

gaping, sicheng flails his arms around.

" why me? these boxes probably weight more than me! why not jaehyun? he's a muscle-pig ."

their eyes trail to jaehyun, who shoots sicheng a smug look.

" you're the youngest ." he answers simply. sicheng wants to punch his face.

" what happens to seniority ?" sicheng retorts. " I've worked here two months earlier from you ."

jaehyun gives him his shit-eating grin. " seniority doesn't apply to non-koreans. at least not you ."