To The Stars With You

☆ Day of Work ☆

Chapter 1: Day of Work

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"Is that all, Assistant Kang?"

"Yes, Mr. Han."

Jumin twitched uneasily in his seat, as if he was resisting the urge to get up and storm out of his office.

Jaehee noticed.

"Mr. Han, could it be that you're eager to get home?"

Her employer froze, and sighed.

"No, not really. Are there any other documents left that need checking through or signing?"

Jumin's assistant shook her head.

Relieved, Jumin sighed once again.

"Thank God. I think it's okay to call it a day, then."

Jaehee bowed.

"Very well. I shall be off.

Goodnight, Mr. Han."

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Jumin bowed his head in response, and his assistant nodded before leaving his office.

Finally alone now, Jumin stretched and yawned without mind.

'Ah, man. There was way more work than usual today.'

He hastily packed his paperwork into his suitcase and left the office just as quickly.

'Elizabeth, Elizabeth... I need to feed her...'

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Arriving at his doorstep, he pulled off his shoes and made his way into the hall, where his beloved cat slept on the couch.

'I shouldn't wake her...'

He gave a small smile at the white furball before hurrying into his room to put down his suitcase and change out of his suit.

Then, carefully making his way into the kitchen, he poured Elizabeth her dinner.

'I honestly hope she didn't fall asleep hungry.'

He pulled off his tie and went over to the couch to sit next to his cat.

His gaze flitted over to the sleeping feline.

'If only I had someone to get me through the day, besides you.'

With the thought still stuck in his exhausted mind, he took up his phone and tapped on the first contact he saw on screen.

Then, tired and without thinking, sent a short message.

Work today was horrible. I'm really tired.

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Sent.

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He wasn't expecting any sort of reply.

And especially not one from the contact he glimpsed; Seven.

But he did get one.

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What's wrong?

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Jumin's eyes widened slightly at the fact that the busy hacker actually replied with a serious response.

He typed back his own reply.

There was a lot of work today. Too much, in fact.

And the reply came shortly.

Must be tough for you. Is there anything I can do?

Jumin rubbed his aching temple, that was sore with a migraine.

I think I'm out of panadol. My migraine's getting worse.

As soon as he finished typing his reply, he began once again to massage his temple, the aching even driving him to pinch the bridge of his nose, hoping to curb the pain.

His phone vibrated.

I see. I'm going down to the convenience store to get some right now. Don't mind if I stop by your house, do you?

Jumin gave a short reply with his free hand.

Please do.

Then his phone was silent.

And he knew that Seven was probably on the way at that moment.

In fact, in no less than fifteen minutes, Seven had already arrived at Jumin's doorstep; panadol in hand.

Jumin went over to open the door, and his gaze met the redhead's.

Seven smiled.

"I got your painkillers."

Jumin winced, his hand moving upwards to press his right temple.

Seven blinked.

"At the right time as well, I see."

He stepped forward and closed the door behind himself.

Then, with quick, hurried steps to the kitchen, the latter poured himself a mug of water and went back to stand in front of Jumin.

Seven rummaged through the plastic bag from the convenience store and quickly took out a pill from the panadol packaging.

He offered it to Jumin-

-who took it eagerly and grabbed the mug of water, downing the liquid along with the pill.

Seven gave Jumin a concerned look.

"Do you feel better?"

The exhausted businessman sighed and nodded.

Then he set the glass back onto Seven's hand.

"I have to say, I knew you as the most unreliable person in the world until today."

Seven let out a dramatic gasp.

"What?! I'm very reliable, for your information. Extremely."

Jumin couldn't help but give the redhead an amused laugh.

"Are you?"

Seven pouted.

"I am."

Jumin laughed again.

"Of course you are."

He meant to make the comment sarcastically, but in the end he realized he had to give Seven a little credit.

"But you did grab me painkillers for my migraine in fifteen minutes, so I'll give you that."

Seven nodded vigorously.

"That's right! I grabbed you a life-saving medicine! I ought to be given some credit!"

Jumin rolled his eyes.

"I can give you all the credit in the world besides credit cards."

The redhead gasped again.

"What?! I'd rather you just give me the credit cards."

He laughed. Then shook his head and waved his hand.

"Well, not really. Money is nice, but I really appreciate your genuine thanks."

Upon hearing that, faint blush colored Jumin's cheeks.

'Oh? Since when was he so...'

The black-haired man scratched his cheek awkwardly.

"But really, thanks."

Seven blinked.

Then he gave Jumin a gentle smile.

"No problem."

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And it made Jumin's heart flutter.

Maybe just a little.