Hajunnie

I turn around, and in front of me stands my wonderful boss. My wonderful boss that I just fought about with Eun. This was my first serious fight with her in years and of course, it had to concern Hajun. However, I push the thought of Eun out of my mind for now and focus on the insanely attractive man in front of me.

He's wearing simple grey sweat pants and a flannel. His hair is messy, and his face bare. As I've mentioned before, cosy, natural Hajun is my favourite Hajun. He looks so comforting right now. He looks like a hug.

God, I need to make sure drunk me doesn't let these thoughts slip out, accidentally. The room starts spinning, and I realize jumping in my current state probably wasn't the brightest idea.

"Hajunnie oppa," I greet him out breath, "can you help me get one of the cups?"

"Hajunnie oppa?", he repeats incredulously while taking two steps towards me, eyes scanning me up and down. "Are you drunk?"