Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Overworked

I’m going to pass out at any second now. I’m sleep deprived, overworked, and losing my sanity. There's so much that WICKED keeps throwing at me that has to get done before a deadline. It's not optional. Nothing is optional with them.

“I really don't think more caffeine is the solution to this,”Aris sighed. Nevertheless, he set my mug on the table beside me.

“Have to get this done,”I mumbled, my eyes scanning over Minho’s file before burning. I rubbed them at the irritating feeling before letting out a groan.

“Y/N, you need some sleep. You can look at it more in the morning,”He pushed.

“I can't just go to sleep. This has to,”I trailed off, covering my mouth as I yawned before shaking my head. “This has to get done.”

“I know that, but you need your rest,”He said gently, placing a soft hand on my back as he stood beside me.

“I can't sleep right now. There's just all these people counting on me to get it done, and I have to do it right. I can't just keep them waiting,”I sighed, my words a little slurred. I shook my head again before wincing at the headache.

“You're making yourself sick. Come on. We'll get you to bed, and tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I’ll work through this with you.”

“But I-”
“No but's. Come on. It's way past your bedtime,”He urged, taking my hand as he stood up.

“But this is-”
“No no no no. You are going to get a nice sleep without worrying about work until the morning. Got that?”He asked (ordered), tugging me out of the room. He stopped for a moment as he stood in the hall, looking back at me expectantly.

“Yeah. Got that,”I sighed.

“Good. Glad we're on the same page.”

“Against my will,”I mumbled.

“That's okay. You’ll thank me later.”

“Prick.”

“I heard that.”

“You were supposed to.”