That is, she nearly ran into Jang Heowoon while rushing to deliver documents and he was on his phone, so technically she hit him chest-first thanks to his height. Or forehead-to-arm. Or, in the most technically correct sense, Go Yeongeun ran face-first into the phone Jang Heowoon held at chest level.
Out of surprise, she instinctively raised her hand to shield her aching nose and dropped all her documents onto the ground.
They both froze as papers fluttered down around them, until Jang Heowoon startled back a step and shouted out, “Sorry! I’m sorry, I should have looked where I was going—”
“No, no,” she quickly rebutted as she sank down onto her knees in order to gather the scattered papers. Next to her, he did the same even as he fumbled to slip his phone back into his pocket. “I shouldn’t have been rushing like that. It’s my fault, too—”
“What if I’d been carrying coffee?” Jang Heowoon fussed as he also helped to gather her scattered papers. Neither of them cared whether the papers were any semblance of order, fuelled only by the mutual embarrassment of such a clumsy moment on their part. “I could have spilled all over those papers— oh no, are they important?”
“You’re fine! They’re just going to the archives room,” Go Yeongeun said with a breathy and embarrassed laugh, “weird, isn’t it? That we even have a paper trail like that when all our reports are submitted digitally, anyway…”
The two of them stopped gathering papers for a moment while on their knees, stared at each other’s flustered countenance, and then Go Yeongeun burst out laughing. It was a nervous, stressed laugh resulting from a morning of being harried along from one task to another, but it was a relieved laugh nevertheless.
Somehow Jang Heowoon’s neat hair, which she always thought looked so nice long, was tangled around his face as if he hadn’t the time to properly comb it that morning. As he handed her papers back to her, she commented, “I should be the one telling you sorry. You look like you’re in hurry, too.”
He gave a wan smile and reached a finger to scratch nervously at the side of his cheek. “…Ahh, I guess I was. But I can’t even remember why it felt so urgent. My Team Leader— uh, the Team Leader here, I mean, the—”
He grimaced over his tripped words, and Go Yeongeun looked around the empty hallway nervously.
“…He’s really nice,” Jang Heowoon concluded quietly. “And doesn’t mind if you’re late.”
…Ahhh. It was the residual Daydream Inc. trauma, Yeongeun sympathised. It was something they couldn’t talk about, though, and couldn’t even pretend to have in common, so she only smiled nervously and pushed herself back to her feet with her files in hand.
Across from her, Jang Heowoon did the same.
“Sorry again about that,” he said, and she shook her head in response.
“Me, too,” she said, and the awkward encounter ended as they both walked past each other without further acknowledgement.
Or at least, that’s how it should have been.
“Oh,” Jang Heowoon’s voice rang out behind her, and Go Yeongeun stopped and turned her head back curiously. Her colleague stood nervously with a hand half-raised, as if caught between wanting to gesture at her and thinking better of it. “…I forgot to say— happy belated birthday. It was yesterday, right?”
Yeongeun spent yesterday on her own. She was surprised he knew of the date, never mind remembered it.
“It was, yes,” she responded.
He smiled, brighter this time and more confident.
“Happy belated birthday, Agent Mint. I hope it was a good one.”
His confidence calmed some of the nervous energy in her as well. Go Yeongeun breathed out deeply and felt the slope of her shoulders drop as she smiled and said, “Thank you. It was.”
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Goral Event -- Happy Birthday
That is, she nearly ran into Jang Heowoon while rushing to deliver documents and he was on his phone, so technically she hit him chest-first thanks to his height. Or forehead-to-arm. Or, in the most technically correct sense, Go Yeongeun ran face-first into the phone Jang Heowoon held at chest level.
Out of surprise, she instinctively raised her hand to shield her aching nose and dropped all her documents onto the ground.
They both froze as papers fluttered down around them, until Jang Heowoon startled back a step and shouted out, “Sorry! I’m sorry, I should have looked where I was going—”
“No, no,” she quickly rebutted as she sank down onto her knees in order to gather the scattered papers. Next to her, he did the same even as he fumbled to slip his phone back into his pocket. “I shouldn’t have been rushing like that. It’s my fault, too—”
“What if I’d been carrying coffee?” Jang Heowoon fussed as he also helped to gather her scattered papers. Neither of them cared whether the papers were any semblance of order, fuelled only by the mutual embarrassment of such a clumsy moment on their part. “I could have spilled all over those papers— oh no, are they important?”
“You’re fine! They’re just going to the archives room,” Go Yeongeun said with a breathy and embarrassed laugh, “weird, isn’t it? That we even have a paper trail like that when all our reports are submitted digitally, anyway…”
The two of them stopped gathering papers for a moment while on their knees, stared at each other’s flustered countenance, and then Go Yeongeun burst out laughing. It was a nervous, stressed laugh resulting from a morning of being harried along from one task to another, but it was a relieved laugh nevertheless.
Somehow Jang Heowoon’s neat hair, which she always thought looked so nice long, was tangled around his face as if he hadn’t the time to properly comb it that morning. As he handed her papers back to her, she commented, “I should be the one telling you sorry. You look like you’re in hurry, too.”
He gave a wan smile and reached a finger to scratch nervously at the side of his cheek. “…Ahh, I guess I was. But I can’t even remember why it felt so urgent. My Team Leader— uh, the Team Leader here, I mean, the—”
He grimaced over his tripped words, and Go Yeongeun looked around the empty hallway nervously.
“…He’s really nice,” Jang Heowoon concluded quietly. “And doesn’t mind if you’re late.”
…Ahhh. It was the residual Daydream Inc. trauma, Yeongeun sympathised. It was something they couldn’t talk about, though, and couldn’t even pretend to have in common, so she only smiled nervously and pushed herself back to her feet with her files in hand.
Across from her, Jang Heowoon did the same.
“Sorry again about that,” he said, and she shook her head in response.
“Me, too,” she said, and the awkward encounter ended as they both walked past each other without further acknowledgement.
Or at least, that’s how it should have been.
“Oh,” Jang Heowoon’s voice rang out behind her, and Go Yeongeun stopped and turned her head back curiously. Her colleague stood nervously with a hand half-raised, as if caught between wanting to gesture at her and thinking better of it. “…I forgot to say— happy belated birthday. It was yesterday, right?”
Yeongeun spent yesterday on her own. She was surprised he knew of the date, never mind remembered it.
“It was, yes,” she responded.
He smiled, brighter this time and more confident.
“Happy belated birthday, Agent Mint. I hope it was a good one.”
His confidence calmed some of the nervous energy in her as well. Go Yeongeun breathed out deeply and felt the slope of her shoulders drop as she smiled and said, “Thank you. It was.”
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