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Chapter 9

The covers had been ripped away from my body and a bright looking Yeosang stared down at me. I internally groaned at being subjected to such cruel treatment. I ignored him and turned to face the other way. The way my bed frame started to jolt from Yeosang’s kicks to my bed had left me no choice but to acknowledge his arrival and get up.

I sat up a bit disorientated and spotted a passed out Mingi whose limbs splayed out, some even hanging off the bed. The bedding where Jongho had been in was empty and even the sheets were smoothed out. Yeosang moved onto Mingi but he was quite unsuccessful in the first two attempts; the same ripping-off-covers and kicking the bed treatment didn't even make him budge. That was until Yeosang had a pillow in hand and chucked it at Mingi’s face.

Bullseye.

Mingi cracked his eyes open and frowned. Yeosang responded with a wide smile before walking out. I stayed seated in the bed, gathering up my covers to huddle under them. Mingi was also so out of it. We made eye contact and I couldn’t help but puff out in silent laughter at his appearance. Tousled hair stood up in random places resembled that of a bird’s nest and a slightly open mouth which had a bit of dried up drool in the corner. I didn’t think my appearance was any better judging from Mingi’s toothy grin.

I stood up a bit too quickly and my vision flashed white. I stumbled back onto the bed. HmMMm, iRoN deFiCiENcY. I wrapped myself tighter in the blankets and slowly rose once more to freshen up. I bumped into San on my way. 

“You can’t get any smaller can you?” 
He airpatted my covered head.

I swatted his hand away with the blanket, feeling a bit pissy that somebody called me small that early in the morning.

“Alright, alright, I’ll leave now.” 

I made it to the bathroom without bumping into any more people and started brushing my teeth. Mingi joined me and we both stood side-by-side. The figures in the mirror depicted a comical scene. One short, head covered by a blanket and one towering over, both in sync with one another. As I spat out the toothpaste foam, next to me, Mingi slightly choked on the toothpaste. He rushed over to the sink to empty his mouth. I must’ve seemed unimpressed because he laughed a little and darted out of the bathroom. I was left alone to pack up my stuff and start my day. 

I entered my allocated office space. The the telegram began to print a message. I rolled my head to the side, feeling the tension in my neck release with a satisfying crack, and rolled my shoulders. I booted up the computer, readying myself to catch more requests and filing the data. 

Some requests were quite lengthy, leaving me time to doodle in my notebook before resuming work again. Just the usual requests rolled in from sellers and dealers requiring a third party delivery. There had been instances where I had to reach back to certain organisations to obtain more information for their requests via the telegram. I was still inept in tapping the messages, requiring some concentration and a hell lot of time. Sometimes I’m so engrossed in checking off the requirements of a request and entering data that I don’t notice people calling at the door. 

Guess who was at the door, nobody. Everybody was busy today. Out of the crew, four had gone out for two consecutive job runs, one was still out of commission (though that didn’t exempt him from chores) and the other three were in their respective working spaces. My mentor was one of the four that went out so I had no company - not that his company was needed due to the tedious nature of administration work.

The requests that flooded in kept me occupied, constantly flipping between the criteria, spreadsheet and tapping into the telegram sender. There was a lot more customer service related content I had to respond to than usual.