Offspring Warriors 🍼 YunGi [⏹]

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San looked at it again.

The sight he hadn't seen in a long time was happening again.

Yunho repeatedly banged his head on his office desk hard enough to create a disturbance that bothered the people around him.

"Stop it, Yunho, don't hurt yourself like that."

"You don't know; I feel better after doing it."

"You can cope with it in a more dignified way, trust me. Not in such a rough manner." San could only shake his head at his friend's behavior. "So, how is it now? Is the pain gone?"

"No. San, can I ask for your help?"

"What? Split your head open and put ice in it?" San said lazily, as if already familiar with Yunho's habits.

"Exactly! How did you know?!"

San rolled his eyes. "Have you forgotten how many years I've been with you here? Just close your eyes for a moment, then get up when you feel ready."

This job truly drained Yunho's brain, emitting imaginary smoke from inside his head. He loved his job, but sometimes it gave him a headache.

"I'm confused whether to use 'issue' or 'release' to be relevant to this term. Ugh! Why am I stuck here?!" Yunho ruffled his hair, causing prominent veins to appear on his hands.

"Calm down, Yunho, take a breath, yes, good, like that, exhale slowly, relax, stay calm, I'm still here to help you." San tidied up Yunho's hair back to its original shape.

"Yunho, come here," said Kim Gunhak from his desk.

"Yes, Sir." He got up and walked to his boss's desk to face him. "Can I help you, Sir?"

"I just received a call from the front line; they said the delegation from Dubai has arrived. Go to the museum and be their tour guide."

"What? Me? But, Sir, I'm busy translating news right now. Even—"

"Let Hongjoong take over. You're stuck and can't handle it, so you'll guide the guests. Don't worry; Miss Yeh Shuhua will accompany you. Go there now."

Yunho bowed in respect. "Yes, Sir." Reluctantly obedient, as always. There was nothing he could do. No order from Kim Gunhak could be refused.

He then tidied up his appearance and left the communications division office. He walked down the stairs from the eighth floor to the ground floor—no need for the elevator if he's only going down—then crossed the building to the company museum.

There, he welcomed the Middle Eastern delegation and became their guide, explaining everything about the exhibited objects. Meanwhile, Shuhua did nothing but follow Yunho wherever he went and answer a few questions from some nearby tourists.

Once finished, he received a call from Gunhak.

"Done?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. You can come back now and bring the TVs with you."

"Sorry, Sir?"

"I think four TV units in the museum are too many. One is enough. So, please bring the other three here."

"All right, Sir. Shuhua and I will bring them."

"What do you mean? You will carry those objects alone. Shuhua is a woman; you shouldn't burden her like that."

Oh, shit.

Kim Gunhak, you're unbelievable.

"Ah, I understand, Sir."

With that, Yunho lifted each wide plasma screen one by one to his office because he only had two hands that were just enough for one large TV.

If it weren't for his boss, he would have used his taekwondo moves on the man a long time ago.

Coincidentally, Skinner Inc. was hectic, and everyone was busy with their work, especially Yunho. Because after this, Gunhak would still command him to do many other tasks.

"Yunho, be the speaker for the study tour group from Seoul National University in the VIP room. Now."

"Yunho, be the MC for the seminar in the hall. Right now."

"Yunho, deliver yesterday's corporate news in English. Now."

"Yunho, go on an expedition to the IT division, finance directorate, and meet the President Director to ask for signatures. Go quickly."

"Yunho, handle the administration for the completeness of employee data throughout Skinner Inc. Remember, everything must be entered correctly. Do it now."

"Go."

"Quickly, go."

"Come on, do it quickly."

"Now."

"Go now."

"NOW."

That's how Yunho felt like dying with all those orders. In which he wasn't allowed to take even a brief break. Because from one job, he was required to immediately move on to another once it was completed.

If he didn't remember that he had to provide for himself and his baby, he would have run to the department store to clear his mind since earlier.

Remember, Jung Yunho, if you don't do all of this, what will you do to make a living? Yunho recited in his mind, hoping it would motivate him more.

Until finally, the moment he had been waiting for arrived. The end of the working day. He laid his head on his desk, feeling utterly helpless.

"I might as well stay here. I don't think I can manage to walk to the bus stop. My body feels completely shattered."

"You shouldn't be that desperate. You still have Mingi, who can carry you home," Hongjoong said.

True. Due to the overwhelming tasks Yunho confronted today and the multitude of people he had to meet, he almost forgot that he was already married.

"Or do you want me to carry you? Come here." Hongjoong offered. He had witnessed how hard his friend had been working since morning.

"No, hyung, thank you for your offer. You're very kind. But you should use your sturdy back to carry Seonghwa hyung."

Eventually, Yunho still went home. Of course. When he said he was going to stay overnight, it was all just hyperbole.

Too exhausted for that.