excuses, excuses ; junhoon

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a/n: this isnt proofread or edited lmao sorry

Junhui sighs. And sighs again. And again.

"I really hate my bad luck," Junhui sighs again for the millionth time.

"It's not bad luck," Wonwoo deadpans as he scrolls through more of emails, "it's what you call, Wen Junhui's carelessness."

Junhui pouts, rolling his eyes. "But it's not my fault that I was so stressed that I left it at Starbucks and when I came back some mean selfish dude took it!"

"How are you so sure that some mean selfish dude took it? Maybe one of the staff saw it and kept it until you would maybe ask him for itㅡ which you didn't do."

Wonwoo has a point, making Junhui sink back in his seat. He hates how Wonwoo thinks of better ideas than him first.

"Anyway, help me with this Jihoon situation," The Chinese boy changes the topic. "I can't buy a new phone like, today ㅡ I mean I can but I have a meeting later."

"Are you really going to buy a new phone just because someone asked for your number?" Wonwoo pauses for a while, turning to his workmate. His eyebrows lace together.

"Um, yes?" Junhui shrugs.

Wonwoo shakes his head, continuing whatever he was doing. (He mutters, "first world problems," but Junhui's too busy thinking of what to do.)

A few moments later, the two hear a faint knock on their doorway. Jihoon's standing a few inches away from their actual workspace. Junhui turns away.

"Oh, uh, hi Jihoon." Wonwoo stands up and bows. "What brings you here again?"

"Um, well, I just realized that I could've asked Wonwoo for Junhui's number so," Jihoon addresses the both of them. Junhui notices the smaller boy fiddle the sleeves of his sweatshirt. Cute.

"Actuallyㅡ" Wonwoo tries to be polite and actually replies to Jihoon until Junhui covers his Wonwoo's mouth. The small secretary's confused but, oh well, I guess this is life with a co-worker.

"Actually!" Junhui forces a smile, while trying to still block Wonwoo from spilling anything. "Actually, someone stole my phone so I don't have a phone right now! I'll get back to you soon!"

It takes Jihoon a few seconds to register, then he sends a little nod. "Okay. Just come to my office when you, uh, get your phone back." Jieun's request is causing me all this trouble, Jihoon sighs.

;

Jihoon comes home, tired from all that socializing. Well, his job doesn't really require other people so he thinks it's best to save energy and not talk to other people. He thinks it's better to do things yourself if you want things done right.

"Aaaand where's that number?" Jieun pops out of nowhere (she actually was already at the door but Jihoon didn't notice), stretching her hand out as if his brother was going to give her some material thing.

"Socializing is hard," Jihoon shakes his head, resulting to his sister dropping down on the couch and sulking. "And he lost his phone. Can't do anything about that."

His sister's eyes widen for a bit, then she goes back to sulking. After a few moments of sulking, Jieun suddenly remembers something. "Well that's fine! Actually, I- I don't need his number anymore!"

Before Jihoon's about to set his foot on the first step of the staircase, he sends his sister a death-glare. "What? You're saying I socialized for nothing?"

"Wellㅡ actually, don't tell Mom but, I think I like someone else now!" Jieun whispers.

Jihoon released a heavy sigh. "First, you didn't have to whisper. Mom isn't coming here for, I don't know, the next few weeks. Second, you should've told me so  I didn't have to talk to that guy. Third," Jihoon pauses. "Wait, never mind. Just go continue whatever you're doing."

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"I got it!" Junhui blasts through the doors of his shared workspace with Wonwoo. "I got my new phone!"

"Congrats," Wonwoo continues scrolling through the pile of paperwork on his desk.

After his mini-celebration in his workspace, he rushes to Jihoon's office. He knocks. He hears a small 'come in' so he does.

"I've got my phone back!" Jun accidentally let some of his energy take over him.

"Actually," Jihoon turns to the Chinese boy. "It was my sister who wanted your number, but she doesn't want it anymore."

A bolt of realization strikes Junhui. Of course. Jihoon would never go out of his office just to ask him for his number. It's no use being disappointed, so Junhui decides to spark it up a bit.

"Aw," Jun fakes a pout, "but aren't you the one who wanted it more?