Perhaps Love / Yug

We're friends, right?

[Seoul, South Korea
Metro Station, Gangdong Gu,
강동구
7.05am]

The sun was trying to pierce the thick cloud of smoke in South Korea.
The tired, barely awake, Koreans were heading to school, to work, to the hospital or to their houses.
Nad was heading at jype, her shoulders resting on the thin wall of the train, her eyes lost in a manner of thoughts.

She was feeling already weary, having slept not really good the night before.
The girl spent her hours thinking and having troubles with the memory of Yugyeom's touch still printed on her skin, their hands holding...

But he had such a weird effect on her: it wasn't impactive.
No feelings were impactive for Nad.
She had to develop them and filter the true ones from the forced ones and it always led to days during which her only question was 'Is it real?'. 

But Nad felt totally comfortable with his presence, with his humor, his little noises, his loud laugh. She always hoped to see him again, and soon, because for her, he was that warm friend you look for when in need to relax and still he would surprise you with his hurrican-like personality...
He was literally the chaos, four migraines per millisecond only standing by his side for some minutes.
But Nad found in his being relax.
He didn't asked for his shirt back, she noticed, but that was already in her laundry chest.

However.
The things she was feeling about him weren't allowed in her job contract, so she knew what she had to do.
Collect all the energies she spent thinking about him and move them onto work, acknowledging that everything she thought about was nothing, neither going to happen.

Once she reached the building, Nad registered her presence at work, The Script on her earphones, and she noticed she was running a little late from her usual time, so she quickly called the elevator, couldn't stay still while waiting.
That day the building was unusually packed with people going from floors to floors. 

But Nad didn't even make it to enter the elevator, that three people started their day of work as well; two tall figures and a smaller one were registering their precence at the entrance hall.
Nad silently sighed, bowed her head and closed her eyes; she knew right away who they were and what to do.

She left her spot for the elevator and sneaked away to the right, reaching a corridor that took to the stairs.
Adjusting her protective mask on her face, she started a little run.
When she closed the doors at her back, she sprinted over the stairs, hoping to arrive at the seventh floor before they did.

Painting, slightly sweating, she pushed the doors of the red corridor.
Luckily, the dance room was still dark and silent. She could breath more slowly now, but she knew they were arriving.
heavy breathing, she picked the keys of the office in a hurry, shaking.

"And when they all went throu..." she heard Younjae's voice behind the doors, just in time to sneak into her office, closing the door behind her back.

Her body was literal fire; she closed her eyes and breathed so heavily shethought she was suffocating, her chest going up and down with fury.
Nad payed attention to every step she heard, and dared to move from the door only when she couldn't hear their voices anymore.

"Aaah" she cursed. "I have to get rid of them."

;

Nad kept hating herself for the whole morning; but she also worked, worked and worked.

The next five hours she focused on her papers, her translations and the boxes, pleasantly noticing that organizing the schedules and the statistics of Got7's audience, all that while studying languages, kinda relaxed her.
But in a matter of time she would've had to move the already filled boxes into the underfloors and that was going to be a mess.