@jayaein_: pov: “move,” a tall guy in front of you says. you looked up and rolled your eyes. “there’s so much space. why don’t you move?” the guy raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that answer. you returned your attention to the documents scattered across the table in the office pantry. you’d only been working at the company for a week, and you were already drowning in paperwork. “i’m talking to you,” he said. “and i answered you. congratulations to us both.” someone nearby choked on their coffee. the guy stared at you for a moment before letting out a short, disbelieving laugh. “you’ve got quite the attitude.” “and you’ve got quite the mouth. we’re both blessed, i guess.” you stood, gathered your papers, and walked past him. “have a nice day!” you called sweetly. the entire pantry went silent. you didn’t care. you had deadlines to meet, and you weren’t about to waste another second entertaining a man who apparently thought the world revolved around him. behind you, the guy muttered, “unbelievable.” you heard him perfectly. “i heard that!” you called without turning around. “good!” you rolled your eyes and continued picking up the papers you’d left on the table. meanwhile, the tall guy shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips before he headed toward the elevator. you didn’t think about him again until you noticed where he was going. the ceo’s office. you frowned. then one of your coworkers leaned closer and whispered, “hey, that’s ni-ki. the ceo.” your papers slipped from your hands. “the who?” “nishimura riki. our ceo.” you stared at the closed office door, then at your scattered documents, then back at the door. oh, you were so fired. the following morning, you arrived at the office, feeling nervous. at exactly nine in the morning, your phone rang. it’s the ceo’s number. you nearly dropped it. “g-good morning, sir!” “my office. now.” the call ended. you stared at your phone. “it was nice knowing you,” you whispered to your desk plant. five minutes later, you stood before his desk, hands clasped nervously. “i’m really sorry about yesterday, sir. i didn’t know you were the ceo, and i shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. i was tired, and i—” “you’re fine.” you stopped. ni-ki slid a thick pile of documents across his desk. “organize these by department. i need them before the end of the day.” you looked at the papers, then at him. you grabbed the pile so quickly that several sheets slid onto the floor. ni-ki watched you scramble to collect them. “careful. they’re important.” “yes, sir. i’ll be careful, sir. thank you, sir. sorry again, sir.” “you say ‘sir’ a lot.” “it’s a survival instinct, sir.” he laughed. you froze. was the ceo laughing at you? was that good? was that bad? should you laugh too? you settled for an awkward smile before practically running out of his office. behind the door, ni-ki shook his head. “what a character.” days passed, and ni-ki somehow made you his unofficial paperwork assistant. every morning, another stack appeared on your desk. sometimes, he’d call you into his office just to ask you to sort reports. your coworkers, meanwhile, had started noticing something strange. the ceo rarely visited the department without a reason. yet somehow, he always seemed to have a reason to pass by your desk. “sir, why are you here?” you’d ask. “checking on the employees.” “you passed twelve other desks.” “and?” “and you’re standing in front of mine.” “excellent observation. you should be promoted.” the office was slowly becoming convinced that their terrifyingly young ceo had developed a very unusual hobby—annoying you. one afternoon, you sat in the cafeteria, enjoying a bowl of instant noodles you’d brought from home. work had been exhausting. your eyes hurt, your back ached, and you were fairly certain the documents on your desk had multiplied overnight. you took a bite and sighed. “that annoying ni-ki,” you mumbled. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #ni_ki #nikienhypen #fyp

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