Haven

"Going Home Means I'm Seeing You" [ONESHOT]

This includes: just Fluff
Soobin hates having to work such long hours at work. But at least at the end of the day, he comes home to his Taehyun.

Note: this has no fkcn plot but y'all deserve some fluffy shit after all that angst from the previous oneshot 😭
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Keyboards clicking.

Paper printing.

Coworkers talking amongst each other.

All that occupied Soobin's ears as he heaved another sigh, trying his best to keep his tired orbs focused on his computer screen.

This coffee is barely keeping me awake.

His eyes darted towards the clock hanging on the wall at the end of the office room: it read five minutes to 9pm.

"Thank God," Soobin muttered under his breath.

He immediately concentrated on his work again, suddenly gaining an energy boost from the fact he'll be going home soon, to him.

"Soobin-ssi?"

The said black haired male lifted his head when he heard his boss, Choi Beomgyu, calling for him.

"Yes, Beomgyu-ssi?"

Soobin made sure to emphasize the comma, knowing that his boss didn't exactly like it when people speak quickly with him.

Quite the temper if you ask me.

"Are you nearly done?" Beomgyu asked.

"Yes sir. I only have a few sentences left to type."

"Good to know."

"Are you perhaps in need of my assistance somewhere?"

"Not now. I just wanted to inform you that you'll be having the day off tomorrow."

Soobin's whole face lit up.

"Really?!"

"Indeed. You've been devoting a lot of time and commitment on launching our latest campaign and the advertising; I believe you deserve a break."

Yeah, especially since you never give me one.

"Thank you so much," Soobin decided to say.

"No worries. I wish you a good evening."

"You too."

🎶: 'Apocalypse' by Cigarettes After Sex

Soobin tossed his briefcase into the shotgun seat and sat down behind the steering wheel.

As much as it annoyed him, he still had a long way to go home.

His apartment was twenty-five minutes away from the office building, and at this time on a Thursday night, traffic is disastrous.

He sighed as he switched the car on, and wheeled it out of the parking lot.

To pass some time as he maneuvered onto the street, he played some of Cigarettes After Sex's lavishingly excellent albums.

If you listen to Cigarettes After Sex regularly, you have taste; I don't make the rules here.

An eon later, Soobin pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building. Excitement bubbled in him as he climbed out of the car and walked inside.

He took his keys out of his pocket and inserted them into the keyhole, twisting around a few times before the door clicked open.

"Taehyun, I'm home!" Soobin called, shutting the door behind him.