Hana's only solace from her awful co-worker is Overwatch.
"Does anybody know about it?" She asked hesitantly; if he was struggling with this 'thing', she didn't want to say something wrong and potentially make it worse.
"This is the first time I've...
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A week went by, and the team had been able to reconstruct most of the work they'd lost. Well, most of the team. Not once had Jungkook even bothered to show up and help, despite him being the reason it was all deleted in the first place. In all honesty, it really annoyed Hana; he should at least have the decency to help fix the problem he created.
Hana had completely submerged herself into recreating her work, even at home. Despite Chan's protests, she had locked herself up in her room every single night working on the project. In fact, they'd all worked so hard, that they were almost where they left off when Jungkook had deleted everything by the end of the weekend.
Proud of herself, she wandered into Namjoon's office to tell him the good news. They wouldn't have to set back production any longer now, and their schedule could continue on as normal. Another silver lining was she'd worked so hard that her skills and knowledge had grown tremendously, proving that she could work there just fine without too much help. Of course, she would never turn down learning more from her Sunbaes.
When she walked into his office, loudly opening the door, he quickly threw something into his desk drawer and slammed it shut before resting his head on his hands. A large, cheeky smile plastered itself onto his face, his dimples carving out his cheeks.
"What was that?" Hana questioned, bemused, but still wearing a sweet smile. She placed her laptop bag on the large conference table in the middle of the room before she took small steps towards the man.
"What was what?" Namjoon asked innocently, letting a false look on confusion wash over him.
"What did you just throw in here?" she asked as she bent down towards his large drawer, her hand locking onto the handle before his larger one overlapped it. Raising a brow, she looked up at him suspiciously.
"It's my secret girlfriend. Please just let her hide," he begged with a funny look on his face. Reeling back, Hana crossed her arms over here chest.
"Seriously, what's in there?" She didn't think he was up to anything particularly bad, but she couldn't help her curious nature. She knew she should just let it go, but seeing him becoming frantic about it was charming to her. Instead of giving her an answer, Namjoon put his hands on her waist, pulling her close to him as he stood up from his desk chair, towering over her like usual.
"Is there anything I can do to take your mind off of what's in my drawer?" He asked, leaning down to place butterfly kisses against her neck. There were many things he could do to take her mind off of that, and most of them involved his mouth.
"This is a good start," she moaned, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck to pull him closer, and tilting her head to the side to give him more access to her skin. He took the opportunity to softly nip at her skin. Reluctantly, he drew back from her, still keeping his hands on her hips as he sat back in his chair and pulled her on top of him. Instead of continuing their heated kiss, he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck.
