#maybe i'll get fixated on misaeng again and i'll write more but only time will tell

[greenteabelle]

a missing scene from the misaeng valentines au , if you will , released to the public as requested by @poetryincamelot !!

When Geurae hears the familiar rush of footsteps coming from behind, he's tempted to start running. 

But alas, he's never been able to escape from Han Seokyool's clinginess before. 

"My darling Geurae." Seokyool croons as he naturally wraps an arm around Geurae's shoulders to pull him closer. The latter stumbles slightly from the action, though he does nothing more than shoot a glare at the perpetrator. The sight only seems to amuse him further, however, as they come to a stop in front of the lifts. "Did you sleep well?" 

"Yes, I did." Geurae answers drily, pressing the lift button with some difficulty because of how clingy the bastard is. He tries to pry the Seokyool off his shoulder, missing his days of having personal space, only for the offending hand to slide down to his waist instead. Barely containing a flinch when the man lightly pinches him there, Geurae decides to accept his fate. It won't prevent him from squirming every so often though. "You're here early; Do you have a lot of work to do?" 

The lift arrives with a melodic ding and they walk in, briefly detached from each other. As Geurae habitually presses the 15th and 16th button, Seokyool practically wraps himself around him from behind, chin tucked squarely in the crook of Geurae's neck. 

"What a woeful day it is, to be coming in early for work on such a special day!" Seokyool bemoans. 

"Is today a special day?" 

"...Jang Geurae, it's Valentine's Day. Why else would you be fully booked with meetings today?"

"Thanks for the reminder, but why and how do you even know my schedule?" 

"I asked here and there." Seokyool vaguely answers, with no attempt to explain how he managed to overhear the information through sheer determination. He instead digs through his briefcase to pull out something. "Anyway, it's because I wanted to give you this." 

Geurae looks down, only to be surprised by an intricately embroidered pouch. He accepts the gift, carefully studying it with slight awe as he brushes his fingers over the silky fabric and impressive recreation of a bowl full of black and white Go stones. 

"It's beautiful." 

Geurae can feel the pride radiating off of the man's chest after he says that. He pulls open the drawstrings of the pouch to find an assortment of Hershey's kisses. Geurae almost snorts.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I do. I didn't know you knew embroidery."

"It's a hobby I picked up from my grandma. Since you liked it, I'm glad."

"But… it's too much. I don't have anything to give you." 

Surprisingly, Seokyool lets go of Geurae and steps into his field of view with a mischievous expression. He clears his throat, leaning in as he taps his cheek pointedly without a word. When he sees Geurae scrunch his nose in disgust, Seokyool almost laughs off the matter and is about to step away-

-When Geurae's expression morphs into one of consideration. 

Before Seokyool can do anything, Geurae speaks up. 

"I suppose it will have to do."

And he tilts his head upwards and brushes his lips gently against Seokyool's cheek. 

The action must have only lasted mere seconds, yet Seokyool feels as though an eternity has gone by. He barely stops himself from reaching out to touch the man's lips, just to make sure that they were truly as soft as it felt on his skin, instead cupping his cheek with a hand. As if it would retain the sliver of warmth that still remained. 

The lift dings.

"I'll see you later, Han Seokyool." Geurae murmurs with suspiciously pink ears, before stepping out of the lift. He gives a small wave as Seokyool slowly turns to face him, like he still can't quite process what has happened, until the doors close. "Happy Valentine's Day." 

Inside the lift, Seokyool's face burns, though his smile is giddy.