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Aiko
The kitchen buzzed with chatter and the clattering of utensils as everyone gathered around the breakfast table. Aiko sat between Yuna and Sunghoon, casually eating toast while half-listening to the conversations happening around her. Jake and Jay were arguing over whether pancakes or waffles were better, Sunoo was giggling at some meme he found on his phone, and Ni-Ki was making fun of Jungwon's bed hair. It was just another chaotic morning for their group.
As Aiko took a sip of her coffee, Heeseung walked into the room, looking like he'd aged five years overnight. His hair was a mess, his shirt was slightly wrinkled, and there was a permanent frown etched onto his face. He looked downright pissed.
"What the fuck happened to you?" Jay asked, smirking as he stuffed another forkful of pancakes into his mouth.
Heeseung sighed heavily, leaning against the wall like he was about to collapse. "One of those damn trainees messed up my office. It's like a fucking tornado hit it—files scattered everywhere, coffee mugs I didn't even know I had growing mold. It's a disaster."
The table went silent for a moment, everyone absorbing the information. Sunghoon, ever the troublemaker, couldn't help but laugh. "Guess that's what you get for being in charge, Mr. Boss Man."
"Yeah, you're gonna need a fucking miracle to fix that mess," Jungwon added, snickering.
Aiko didn't really pay much attention. She was more focused on her food, trying to ignore the morning chaos. But her ears perked up when she suddenly heard Jay say her name.
"Aiko doesn't have much going on today. She could help you clean up," Jay suggested, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Aiko's eyes snapped up from her plate. "What? No way in hell. I'm not cleaning up someone else's shit. Especially not his." She pointed her fork in Heeseung's direction.
Heeseung crossed his arms, looking equally displeased. "Yeah, I don't want her in my space either. Last thing I need is her making it worse."
Yuna raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on. You two need to learn how to get along. It'll be good for team morale or some shit like that."
Jake grinned and joined in on the teasing. "Yeah, Heeseung, just say please. Maybe she'll actually help you out."
Heeseung's expression darkened. "I'm not begging anyone."
Sunoo leaned forward, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Come on, hyung, it's just one little 'please.' What's the worst that could happen?"
Everyone at the table started chanting, "Say please! Say please!" until Heeseung groaned, rolling his eyes in exasperation.
"Fine. Aiko," he began, glaring at her as if the word physically pained him, "would you please help me clean up my office?"
Aiko blinked, momentarily taken aback by his awkward politeness. But she wasn't about to let him off that easy. "You sound like someone's holding a gun to your head," she quipped, smirking.
