“It is the third time this week you get my fucking stapler without permission!” The blonde raised his voice with fists formed on his co-worker’s table.
Yoongi and Hoseok did not have the friendliest relationship among the others in the office. Passive-aggressive sticky note arguments, roll around in squeaky office chairs, fire spitballs and arrive early to take the last parking spot were classics. Perhaps just to annoy each other.
“I was going to give it back to you, Yoongi, stop yelling.” The brunet teased, ignoring the other’s red face.
“I’m not yelling!” He narrowed his eyes in anger, roaring and purposely tossing the papers on Hoseok’s desk, with the so said stapler in hands and, while turning his back, heading to his desk. The man’s eyes widened and between a thousand curses, “Do you want to fight?” and “Fuck you!” mingled on the tip of his tongue.
“Do you want to fuck?” Hoseok exclaimed in the middle of the full office, some co-workers frowning and others chuckling. The whole place was silent, everyone turned their attention to the two stapler lovers, while Hoseok reasoned what he had just said. The blonde’s cheeks grew even more blushed as he gaped, clenching the stapler.
“I do!” He said loudly after hesitating, looking to the sides and picking up his bag on his table, passing the strap over his neck before narrowing his eyes and roaring once more. “Keep this shit, I don’t care.” He threw the stapler on the floor next to Hoseok, striding toward the exit, leaving work much earlier and slamming the office door behind him.
After the door closed, murmurs began followed by chuckles as the co-workers would call the name of brunet insatiably. Hoseok sat down, ignoring the wave of exclamations towards him and laid his head on the table. His urge to scream was huge, but bigger than that was the size of the paperwork he had to fill before being able to go home. “Shit...”
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