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book two ❧ [iv]

"Ah! Lunch break!" Jisung cheered as the two of you exited the building into the sunny, mild day.

"Yeah, you've been really hard at work," you teased him under your breath, starting on the familiar path to a nearby park that you usually took your lunch at. It was typically pretty empty at this time of day, and you found that you could freely talk to Jisung there, a single headphone in for plausible deniability.

"I wish you had an office," he sighed. "So we could actually talk to each other."

"I used to," you said, plopping down at a picnic table. "Before I moved in with my mom and Hyukjun, when I was still full-time in my old position."

"Wait, really? What was your old position?"

"Mr. Choi's position."

"So Mr. Choi is in your office?"

You grabbed your lunch from your tote bag. "Hasn't been my office in years. It's his office."

"But—Why—" Jisung frowned. "You haven't said anything before."

You shrugged. "Haven't had a reason to bring it up, I guess."

"You're back now, though."

"I couldn't do that job anymore when I chose to help my mom and Hyukjun. Mr. Choi has been a great supervisor; there's no point in them firing him just to put me back there now. I wasn't expecting them to keep an office empty for me for years."

Your ghost was quiet as he seemed to ponder this.

"Besides, if I had that job again, I'd have to be at the office every day," you pointed out. "All day. No free time like I have now."

"Oh." His nose wrinkled as he presumably imagined what that would be like. "Mr. Choi can keep the office."

"So are we doing bets on what sort of date—"

"Why is he here?" Jisung frowned and crossed his arms, focusing a suspicious glare behind you.

It was then that you heard footsteps approaching you, and you turned to see Mr. Choi coming down the sidewalk, seemingly not by accident as he focused a friendly smile on you as soon as you spotted him. He lifted his hand in a wave of greeting, and you returned the gesture, watching with interest as he stopped next to your picnic table.

"Hi, Y/N," he said brightly, and you noticed a brown paper bag in his other hand. "Sorry, were you on a call?"

"Just finished."

"Well, would you mind if I join you?"

"Not at all, Mr. Choi," you indicated to the seat across from you.

Jisung moved from his spot with a sigh, sitting next to you instead as your supervisor sat down. Mr. Choi opened his sack lunch to bring out a bento box and small juice box, making you smile into your next bite of food.

"Cute," you commented, pointing to the colorful vegetable slices that had been cut into star and heart shapes in one section of the container.

"My wife makes all these elaborate lunches for the kids to bring to school," he began to explain, and though you almost expected him to be sheepish about having a childish-looking lunch, unveiling crackers in the shapes of cartoon characters, instead he just looked fond and proud. "Anything they don't eat goes in my lunch the next day."

"You get the scraps?" You couldn't help but snicker.

"Yeah," he laughed as well.

"I don't think I've ever seen you take your lunch out of the office if it wasn't a business lunch, Mr. Choi," you said knowingly.

"Ah, was I obvious?" He chuckled, pulling on one of his ears nervously.

"I know you value our free time and want us to as well, so I don't think this is work-related, right?"

"Tangentially..." The older man popped a star-shaped cucumber in his mouth. "I just... wanted to check in with you, Y/N. I hate calling people into my office for bad reasons, much less something like this. Very... confrontational."

"I get it." The corner of your lip twitched with a smile. "I'm alright, actually. Still taking things day by day. I miss her a lot, but it doesn't feel like I'm... suffocating anymore."

"Good, that's good to hear."