Want Some Help? - jeongcheol

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'Apodo gwaenchana, saranghagi ttaemune'

My stupid alarm rings.

I swear at myself. This may be a ridiculous alarm song, but at least it's annoying enough to make me force myself out of bed to turn it off. My hand aches as it reaches across the space between my bed and bedside table. My fingers wraps around the phone, parts of skin getting snagged by the cracks. Thankfully by the time my alarm's off, my body doesn't instantly flop back into bed. 

Across the room lays a pile of clothes on the ground that Shua deemed 'presentable'. Most of my club outfits didn't make it into the pile. I let out a long groan as I think about my morning routine. But nonetheless, I hop out of bed. Then comes instant regret of my decision, pain soars through my entire spine. It feels like I worked out only using my back for 5 hours straight yesterday.

After ten painstakingly long minutes, my body's covered in something other than a oversized sweatshirt. A loose white collared shirt is buttoned up to the third highest button, leaving the top two open. The front of the shirt is slightly tucked into clean black dress pants. Overall, I look pretty professional. A thin golden chain lays on my chest, highlighting my collar bone, and adding contrast to my pale skin along with golden framed glasses that have a slight prescription. Nice black dress shoes complete the look.

When I enter my kitchen I take a few seconds to evaluate what still needs to be put together. My phone is sealed in a plastic bag and I slide it into my back pocket. Instead of using my torn wet backpack, my brain decided to come in handy and I'm bringing a black cross body satchel. 

Food- I also need food. Three instant ramen packets, two nutrition bars, and a chocolate bar are thrown together. Then I just grab essentials such as headphones, charger, pens, pencils, sticky notes, a notepad, folders, and all the papers I was handed during the interview. Of course I also grab some stuff for decorating my desk.

On the way out I grab a chilled mocha from my fridge. I walk down the hallway, holding my bag in one hand and chugging coffee using the other. The elevator door opens as I finish the drink and move my hand down, revealing a coffee mustache.

Seungcheol stands there, leaning against the walls of the elevator, holding a briefcase. He holds in laughter when he sees me standing there in panic with crooked glasses and a chocolate ring around my mouth. I instantly wipe my mouth off with my sleeve quickly, making my top lip sting slightly afterwards.

My face is a bright red as I walk onto the elevator. I shake my head slightly to get my glasses back into position. "G-good morning Cheol" I stutter with a strong tone, making me look even more foolish. "Good morning! How has your day been going so far?" He asks, sending my a smile. My heart skips a beat. "Oh- well, I didn't fall back asleep so that's good. Otherwise, a morning's a morning, so the fun's a bit limited" He softly chuckles. Recently I discovered that I really enjoy making Cheol smile.

The elevator seems smaller than usual, and even emptier. My eyes scan the walls, making their way to Seungcheol. He's wearing dark Navy blue dress pants and blazer, with a black tie. His wavy black hair lays parted to the side, maintaining a professional yet cool appearance. The features on his face really are ethereal, from his eyes to his rosy lips to his glass skin. Long and beautiful black eyelashes shift as his big brown eyes turn to meet mine. My vision snaps immediately back to the ground.

A soft scraping noise is heard as the elevator doors open, conveniently in time for me to scurry out. I pause for a second, remembering that I probably shouldn't ditch my boss, and slow down so that he can catch up with me. I blush a bit and awkwardly smile- "Sorry about that, it's still the morning so I'm a bit out of it." I pray that I didn't just loose the chance I didn't have to begin with. "It's okay, I don't function very well this time either, so we can help each other get through it together!" He beams at me.