Songs [BANG CHAN ONE-SHOTS]

The View ☁️

The first quarter of the year has passed already and with it the heavy workload in the office too. Everyone sighed in relief last night when the last report was emailed to the HQ. Everyone celebrated the completed work by giving yourselves a round of applause, with encouraging pats on the back. It was already late and all employees wanted was to get out of the building and go home.

The late-night train you often took to get home seemed more packed than before, but you were thankful for the crowd and occasional conversations that the people around you had. They were enough to keep you awake, despite the comfortable rocking of the wagon.

You arrived at your dark and empty apartment, sighing again once you took off your office shoes and hooked your bag on the hanger by the door. You didn't turn on the lights, advancing to your bedroom in semi-darkness to open the windows and let the uncomfortable air out. The night was rather warm for the 30th of April so you let it freshen up your bedroom while you shower.

Finishing your shower, you returned to your bedroom, closed the windows, and plopped on the bed, the thud followed by another deep sigh. You wanted to relax your body and brain, and not think about the fact that you had to return to the office tomorrow - the finished paperwork had to be archived to start the new month and you chose to rather do it on your day off than stay overtime.

Sighing off those thoughts, tiredness took over your body and you drifted off to sleep in minutes.

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"Good morning, Yoko," you greeted your Japanese colleague, seeing the black-haired girl in front of the coffee vending machine.

Hearing your greeting, a young Japanese girl around your height, turned her head to you, her tight ponytail following. You averted your eyes from her silky nurtured black hair to her bright smiling face.

"Oh, good morning Miss Perfect!" Yoko chirped and you rolled your eyes.

"Please don't call me that..." you said, crossing your arms in front of you.

Yoko gasped, "Why not? Everyone in the department agrees with it," she almost squealed from excitement, "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have submitted the final report."

You shrugged, "I just had some old files on my computer..."

"And that's why you're perfect," Yoko smiled wider, "You always have the right thing to save the day. Can I buy you a drink?"

You raised your hand, holding a paper cup with your favorite coffee. Yoko rolled her eyes and put the coin in the machine, selecting the coffee she wanted, "Oh, yeah, sorry," she said sarcastically, "I always forget that you don't like canned coffee, Miss Perfect."

"And did you already forget that I told you not to call me that, Yoko-chan?" you purposely added the Japanese honorifics to her name, knowing that she hated being called that way.

Yoko shivered in disgust and opened the can, taking the first sip of her iced coffee.

"Anyways," she started as you walked toward your department, "You're one crazy chick to come on your day off."

You shrugged and sipped your coffee, "It's International Labour Day and, in my opinion, everyone should have a day off."

Yoko sighed, "Oh, you are not just Miss Perfect but also Miss Righteous," she giggled and you nudged her, "Sooooo..." she purposely dragged the word, trying to sound cute but she always did that when she needed something. You clicked your tongue at her fake attitude, sipping more of your coffee, "When are you going to introduce me to Yongbok?"

You almost choked on your drink, "Felix?!" you stopped in your track, turning to excited Yoko who kept nodding her head, "Yoko, I told you - he has a girlfriend and he's in a happy long-term relationship."