IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU [STRAYKIDS BANGCHAN × READER]

CHAPTER 18

RING. RING. RING.

You groan, pulling the blanket even tighter over your head, the sound grating against your throbbing skull.

It's a Saturday-morning and for the third time, your phone rings incessantly. Whoever thought it was acceptable to disturb your hangover sleep was either bold or completely out of their mind.

It doesn't stop.

Whoever is calling, won't give up.

"Goooosh!" you groan, throwing the blanket off in frustration. Grumbling, you fumble for your phone with squinting, probably puffy eyes.

The only person, who could possibly annoy you at this time on a Saturday, is April.
And she better be having a DAMN good reason for it.

You accept the call, pressing the phone to your ear.

"April, this better be important or I swear I'll kick your a-"

"Y/n, FINALLY!" a male voice cuts in. "Hey, I still haven't received the documents, and I need them. Like, now."

Your heart drops.

The MANAGER? Oh shit ...

"Oh, my god! Manager - I'm so sorry!" you stammer, sitting bolt upright. The sudden motion makes your head spin. "I-I didn't realize it was you - "

"Yeah, I figured that out myself. The DOCUMENTS. NOW!"

You clear your throat.
Scrambling off the couch, you rub your temple, trying to shake off the lingering haze of sleep and alcohol. Your gaze darts across the room, scanning for your laptop.

You could have sworn after the staff get-together you came here for this exact reason - to send him the documents.

You sprint toward the desk, nearly tripping over some piece of fabric laying on the floor.

"You okay?"

You finally reach your desk, slamming the phone on the surface and booting up your laptop.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, just ... slipped.", you say breathing heavily from the little parkour, still trying to sound calm and professional.

You see the documents pop up, quickly skimming through them to make sure everything is right and complete.

"Okay, I found them", you say relieved. Aaaaand sent."
You click the button to mail them to the manager, "I apologize again. I must have been too worn out last night from the staff party and totally forgot."

Your voice falters, anxiety tightening in your chest.

Please don't be mad. Please.

To your surprise, a low chuckle comes through the phone. "It's fine. I've got them now - that's what matters."

You exhale, your shoulders sagging in relief.

"I know you're in a tight spot right now with a lot of responsibility. I at least hope, yesterday evening was fun for you, beside from the normal work stress."

"Yes, I had fun. Thank you."

"Good. That's all from me - oh, wait."

You hear muffled voices on the other end as he speaks to someone else.

Nervously, you scratch the back of your head, biting your lip.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

He sighs. "I'm sorry, but you completed one whole outfit-line for Straykids, right?"

You furrow your brows, not sure where he's getting at.