seventeen oneshots

something about you (soonwoo)

LINK:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12286851

Summary:

In the twenty-six days that Soonyoung worked at the office, he managed to get very little actual work done.

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In the twenty-six days that Soonyoung worked at the office, he managed to get very little actual work done. It's not an impressive feat without context, but his boss had been a rather imposing, large guy, so Soonyoung thinks that changes some things. He only worked there for twenty-six days because, as it turned out, he was not very good at the job. The little work he did do was subpar at best and sabotage at worst, so really, it was for the best that he didn't do very much. The point is, he spent those twenty-six days avoiding his duties.

On his final day of work, he stands with his tiny, sad box of office supplies clutched tight to his chest, the boss gives him an insincere wave with about as much passion as Soonyoung had had for the work, and it all feels very fitting. His coworkers stare in vague interest at the poor guy with the shortest record in the office's history as he taps on the receptionist's desk weakly.

Soonyoung's first day was a different beast entirely.

Soonyoung's first day was a Wednesday, which he remembers because it had been the only thing marked in his phone's calendar for the whole month, with a festive and celebratory alert tone in honor of his first bout of employment in a while. He was excited, to say the least, to get the call from Seungcheol. "Can you start next week?" he had asked, sounding entirely uninterested.

"Yes!" Soonyoung replied too quickly, too loudly. He swung his legs off the couch at the question, rising to stand and pace as Seungcheol ran over some instructions, pizza crumbs raining onto the floor below him. He was to arrive at 9 a.m. in slacks and Soonyoung was not ready, but he was enthusiastic. He nodded into the phone until Seungcheol stopped talking, and then immediately ran to the local department store to buy a pair of slacks.

Sometime around 2 in the afternoon on that Wednesday, Soonyoung ran into two problems. The first was that he didn't know his neighbor's name, and the second was that he didn't know what he was doing.

He had been led by Seungcheol that morning down the hall to a small room with a few desks and ugly, green-brown carpeting. The desk to his left and his own weren't separated by anything, both identical with their glossy fake wood and nearly empty save for the PCs and mousepads. The guy next to him had come in later than Soonyoung, headed straight for his chair with his eyes on the floor, and hadn't looked up from his work since.

The only other person in the room was Jihoon, who hadn't even turned around when Seungcheol loudly announced Soonyoung's presence earlier. He was working in the room's lone cubicle, even though there was nobody beside him, and Soonyoung still hadn't seen his face.

After Soonyoung's hours of twiddling his thumbs and texting his mom, he leaned cautiously into the space of the accountant to his left and whispered, "Um, excuse me?" The guy was two inches from his computer screen, eyes glazed over in boredom as he scanned over row after row of figures. "Excuse me?" Soonyoung tried again.

At this, the guy almost gasped, rearing back from his screen like he was being yanked out of a trance. He turned to look at Soonyoung. "Who are you?"

"I'm Soonyoung."

"When did you get here?"

"This morning."

Soonyoung's neighbor settled back in his seat a little. "Oh. Oh, uh, I'm Wonwoo."