Meeting in fifteen minutes," your manager called out lifelessly across your team's cubicles. You sighed as you frantically finished typing up the team's proposal. It had been a week since the task had been assigned to you, but it took up until yesterday for the rest of your team to send their information to you. Actually, it had taken two days longer for Park Chanyeol to send his work, so it was really his fault for your time crunch.
"It'll be your fault if all of this falls through," a head popped up over the top of your cubicle, "if you can't get that proposal written up."
"And whose fault is it if I can't, Chanyeol?" Your reply came out slightly bitter.
"Is that how you speak to your elders, Hana?" Your head finally snapped up so you could look at him.
"You're three months older than me, Park. That hardly makes you an elder."
Chanyeol shrugged, "But you still call meoppa when you're drunk." Your eyes widened and you shot up as you picked up the nearest item-the proposal draft-and smacked him over the top of the head with it. He whined and sat back down as you quietly seethed. No one in the office even batted an eyelash at the outburst-the bickering between the two of you was commonplace.
With a few minutes to spare, you finished the document and printed it out. As your team walked to the conference room, Chanyeol leaned in to whisper in your ear.
"Let's hope you didn't fuck anything up when writing. Especially my stuff, I need to look as good as I do physically." Gritting your teeth, you swiftly snapped your head to the side, knocking it into Chanyeol's. The angle minimized the pain to yourself, but the kicked-puppy whine that came from Chanyeol proved that the same could not be said for him. Without even looking in his direction, you entered the conference room with your colleagues.
"Well done, Jung Hana-ssi!" Your manager patted your shoulder with a smile on his face, "You're write-up was flawless and was definitely the deciding factor that got our project approved." A pleased smile crossed your face as you bowed in thanks.
"Should we all eat out to celebrate the success, sir?" Chanyeol piped up, eyes sparkling at the idea of meat.
"That sounds like a great idea, Chanyeol-ssi," the manager looked around at the other team members, "food will be on me tonight, everyone!"
Everyone had already blown through eight bottles of soju by the time most of the food was gone, three of which were just between you and Chanyeol.
"Oppa! Why are you such an asshole?" Your words were slightly slurred as you gave Chanyeol a fake glare. No one else was even paying attention to your bickering.
"Because it's funny and I like you and I like watching you get embarrassed." Your glare faltered for a moment, but you assumed you had heard wrong since he was speaking fast and ignored it. You slapped his arm before reaching for another piece of meat.
You had been interested in Chanyeol from nearly day one, since you interned together, and he was great until you both were accepted by the company. After that he picked on you and singled you out often. While you tried to fight against it, your attraction to him never really ebbed. So, you simply hid it deep within yourself and tried not to show it.
That of course was fine and dandy until you got drunk, then Chanyeol was like a goddamn ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Your heart skipped a beat every time he started talking and you hated it. He obviously wasn't interested in you, so why all of the unnecessary feelings?
You inadvertently let your head slam down onto the table, startling everyone. Eyes instantly wide with worry, Chanyeol shook you gently a few times asking if you were okay. When only a few grumbles came out as a reply, he looked around at your other four coworkers.
