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Workaholic - 3RACHA

♡ 3racha 
♡ Platonic
♡ Humor and fluff!

Jisung POV

The sun is up and it's a new day. I walk into the JYP building admiring the life size cardboard cut out of our CEO at the front desk.

''Ooo that's new.'' ...was he always that tall?

I awkwardly pass the figure trying not to make eye contact with it. When I look at it for too long I swear the eyes follow me. I'm on my way to the elevator when suddenly the lady at the front desk yells in my direction.

''Excuse me you can't just use the elevator!'' she waves her hands around, calling me back ''have you got any ID?''

''ID?!'' I'm shocked, ''Uh yeah sure, I'm Han Jisung, Straykids ace rapper, singer, and dancer. That good enough for you?''

''...ID please.''

Ahh dammit

''...I left it at home.''

The lady huffs annoyed, ''Then you can't come in sir- Oh Seo Changbin good morning!''

Her attitude shifts completely and I turn around to see Changbin waltzing into the building with his dark sunglasses and black fur coat. ''Good morning- AHHH PARK JINYOUNG!''

Oh thank god, my pimp has come to save me

''Changbin~'' I sing, linking my arm through his, ''She won't let me get through, please tell her I'm not some crazy sasaeng.''

''Where's your ID?'' he asks expressionless.

''Not you toooo,'' I cry hanging off his arm. He blows his bangs out of his eyes and gives a side eye to the receptionist but it could've been directed to the Jyp cut out.

''He's with me. You probably didn't recognize him because he never comes before lunchtime.''

She nods with understanding and signals us over to the elevator. We both bow and speed walk over to exit.

''How could she ask me for ID, ME!?'' I gasp once the doors close.

''The Han Jisung we all know wouldn't wake up before 12pm, of course she would ask for ID.'' He chuckles.

He isn't completely wrong

''...Why are you up this early anyway?'' Changbin mumbles.

''Chan didn't come back to the dorm last night.'' I reply.

Changbin rubs his face with his free hand ''Are you serious? I told him not to work as hard.''

''Yeah, but you know how he is...''

''Yeah I do, He'd rather crash in his studio than get a good night's sleep.''

It's true. These days Chan almost works himself to death trying to create new songs for us. We don't even have any comebacks coming up, but he still refuses to care the bare minimum about his health. That man needs to sort out his priorities.

''I get he's a workaholic, but this has to stop!'' Changbin shouts.

''Agreed!''

We power walk from the elevator to the studio. A several staff stare confused but it's most likely due to our strong intimidating energy, not our forgotten linked arms.

Today 2racha are gonna save you Chan.

Changbin flings open the door and yells into the room. ''CHAN IT'S TIME YOU GOT SOME RES-''

O-oh

There he is, head rolled back as he snores quietly into his black oversized hoodie. His hands are still over his keyboard like he fell asleep mid type and a beat quietly plays on loop in the background. If I wasn't so concerned I might have laughed at the small pool of drool collecting on his chin.