Office Antics

II

Youngji is not a morning person.

With every length of stiff bone, with every stringy bloody muscle of her person, she hates mornings. She doesn't know which side of the bed is the right one, but what she does know is that she wakes up on the wrong side everyday.

She hisses irritably when her phone rings, and if looks could kill, the phone would be long gone. Grabbing the Samsung with such ferocity that the stuff on her nightstand (what is that pot doing there, goshdarnit Kyungsoo) rattles.

"Youngjiiii," Kyungsoo squeals obnoxiously into Youngji's ear. The girl winces, the scowl on her face deepening a split second later. She can literally hear her roommate squeaking outside her door right now. "Wake up you fatass," Kyungsoo smarms before giggling.

Youngji hangs up. It's too early to be dealing with Kyungsoo's nonsense.

She crosses the room in easy steps and viciously tears open the door, glaring at Kyungsoo. Caught in the act, with his phone awkwardly beside his face.

He drops his phone and adopts an innocent expression. "What?"

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Kyungsoo nods, a hint of "durrrr" in his eyes. "Yeah, it's 10."

"..."

"What?"

"You're telling me," Youngji repeats slowly, her fist clenching. "It's 10am."

Her roommate shakes his head. "10:21am to be exact."

What follows is a huge freakout Kyungsoo will only be able to describe later as something resembling a mix of an explosion, a feral dog with plenty of tears thrown in.

Youngji starts screaming. "Oh god. Oh god. What. I'm late. I'M SERIOUSLY ####ING LATE AND-"

The rest of her speech cannot be transcribed for its profanity.

Long story short, at 11:34am, Youngji is on a subway rushing to the office, fully but messily dressed, and deep inside she is hysterical beyond words.

In other words, it's just a normal day.