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book two ❧ [iii]

"I still don't know why you like coming to work with me," you sighed, pulling on your jacket.

Jisung grabbed your bag for you, which had the other cabinet knobs you weren't already wearing in it. "Do you want me to stay here?"

"I didn't say that." You slipped the bag onto your shoulder. "I just don't get how sitting around watching me work at the office is any more interesting than sitting around here all day."

"All the dishes are done, laundry's folded, and I dare you to find a speck of dust in this house."

"Yes, Jisung, you're the perfect house husband," you said, an amused smile playing across your lips as you went to unlock the front door. "Also not what we were talking about."

He held the door open for you, following you out and waiting on the porch as you locked up. "I miss you when you're at work. Is that so horrible?"

"No," you chuckled, pocketing your keys and starting your journey to work. "I miss you too, Sungie."

After your mom passed, your work had let you take as much time as you needed to both grieve and deal with your hasty change in living situation. Once you were ready, you slowly started a new hybrid schedule—coming into the office for a full day twice a week and working from home part-time the rest of the work week.

Your first stop after dropping your bag off at your cubicle was usually the breakroom. This morning, it seemed as though somebody had brought in donuts, and you spotted a familiar figure already hunched over them, carefully selecting one.

"Good morning, Sungchan," you greeted your coworker brightly.

The tall man shot up straight, spinning around in place, his ID badge hitting him in the face in the process. He brought a hand up to grab his lanyard and lay it flat against his chest again as he gave you a crooked, breathless smile. "Oh! Morning, Y/N!"

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," you laughed, grabbing a mug from the cabinet to start on your morning cup of coffee.

"No, it's okay, I was just so focused, I guess." He pointed to the box behind him, "Mr. Choi brought donuts for everyone."

"I see. What kind are you going to get?"

"I don't know..." Sungchan sucked in air through his teeth regretfully. "They all look really good."

"Pick two and we can split them."

"Really?" He asked you, his big eyes shining at you.

"Really."

"Well, which one do you want?"

"I don't care, you pick."

Sungchan made his selections, and carefully cut them into precise halves before letting you pick your pieces of each.

Loading your two donut halves up onto a napkin and grabbing your coffee mug, you gave him a single nod. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"Thanks, Y/N!" He beamed. "I've got to go, I haven't checked my email yet."

"Ugh," you wrinkled your nose at the thought. "Emails..."

Sungchan darted out of the breakroom, leaving just you and your ghost. You took a bite of one of the donut halves, washing it down with a long sip of your coffee. Average chain donut.

"I know you're pouting, Jisung," you hummed under your breath. "He's new, he needs people to be nice to him."

"I know, I don't think you're flirting," Jisung replied, leaning against a wall and crossing his arms. "I think he's going to think you are."