"Four damn mugs, Jisung. Four damn mugs." Hyunjin, the tall guy with dirty blond mullets, crouched while rolling up his créam sleeves to his elbow, carefully picking up the broken yellow ceramic pieces, still sizzling from the hot espresso that was poured in just a few minutes ago.

"Don't blame me," Jisung, the man with jet-black hair, shot back, his eyes wide with feigned innocence. "You were the one who wanted an extra hot double shot. Who drinks that in the middle of summer afternoon? What are you? Fucking dragon?"

"Huh, hot double shot," Hyunjin mimicked in a shrill voice, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Just admit it, you're hopeless at everything."

"Yeah? Well, I hope you burn your tongue next time!" Jisung shot back, a smirk playing on his lips. Their banter was their version of affection, after all.

"Sure, and I hope you slip on a banana peel—preferably into a pit of rabid squirrels!"

"Han Jisung?" The voice was cold enough to freeze a volcano, and both men stopped dead in their tracks, their playful insults hanging in the air like an awkward fart.

Jisung's heart plummeted into his stomach. Oh no, not now. "Hi, sir!" he yelped, nearly choking on his own saliva.

"Would you mind assisting me in the copy room?" Seungmin's voice was as serious as a tax audit, and Jisung's eyes widened in horror. The copy room—the copy room where he had left the file for the new advertisement's budget. The file he was supposed to finalize long ago.

"Absolutely, sir! Right away, sir!" Jisung stammered, dropping the broken ceramic pieces like they were on fire and bolting out of the room.

Hyunjin, still holding a piece of a mug, called after him, "Am I supposed to clean your mess?!"

Jisung's voice echoed down the hallway, "I'll buy you dinner tonight!"

Hyunjin grinned wickedly, "I want steak. And beer too!"

Jisung's voice came faintly from a distance, "Sure, and while you're at it, just drink my blood too!"

Jisung dashed down the hallway, his mind racing faster than his feet. How could he have forgotten the file? His heart thudded in his chest, a frantic drumbeat that matched the sound of his shoes slapping against the polished floor.

Seungmin's office loomed ahead like the gates of a very organized, very judgmental hell. The door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, Jisung could see Seungmin standing by the copy machine, arms crossed, his expression as unreadable as ever.

"Sorry for the delay, sir," Jisung panted as he skidded to a stop just outside the door. "I, uh, was just—"

"Breaking mugs again?" Seungmin finished for him, his voice flat.

Jisung's shoulders sagged. He couldn't tell if Seungmin was genuinely annoyed or if this was just his default mode of communication. Either way, it wasn't looking good for him.

"Yes, sir," he admitted, bowing his head slightly. "But only four this time!"

Seungmin raised an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be impressive, Mr. Jisung?"

"Well, considering last week's disaster with the coffee machine, I'd say it's a personal best." Jisung offered a sheepish grin, hoping to defuse the tension with a bit of humor. Unfortunately, Seungmin didn't seem amused.

"Just... retrieve the file and make sure everything is in order," Seungmin instructed, stepping aside to let Jisung access the copy machine. "The budget meeting will start soon, and we can't afford any mistakes."

"Yes, sir!" Jisung scrambled to pull the file from the copy machine, his hands slightly shaking. The last thing he needed was another screw-up. He rifled through the papers, double-checking everything was in place.

As he fumbled with the papers, Seungmin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Jisung, you're a hard worker, but sometimes I wonder if your head is in the clouds."

"My head? Oh, it's definitely not in the clouds, sir. More like... floating just above the treetops, maybe?" Jisung chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood, but Seungmin's expression remained stern.

"This is your last chance, Jisung. We're in a high-stakes business, and there's no room for careless mistakes. If you mess this up, you'll have to answer to Mr. Lee."

Jisung froze.

Mr. Lee? As in the CMO of the company? The thought of facing the famously intimidating executive made his stomach churn.

"I won't mess up, sir. I promise!" Jisung straightened up, his resolve firm. He couldn't afford to get on Minho's bad side—especially after all the mayhem he'd already caused in the office.

Seungmin nodded, seemingly complacent with Jisung's newfound seriousness. "Good. Now, go prepare for the meeting. And try not to break anything else on the way."

"Yes, sir!" Jisung replied, clutching the now disorganized file to his chest like it was a lifeline.

As he made his way back to his desk, he couldn't help but think about Mr. Lee. He'd only seen the man a handful of times, always from a distance, and each time he'd been struck by Minho's cool, composed demeanor. The man was like a walking iceberg—calm, collected, and completely unapproachable.

Lost in thought, Jisung didn't notice the thick wire snaking across the floor. His foot caught on it, and before he knew it, he was stumbling forward, the file flying out of his hands. Papers scattered in the air like confetti at a surprise party, each sheet floating down in slow motion, deliberately, as if mocking him.

One particularly treacherous sheet seemed to have a mind of its own. It made a beeline straight for Seungmin's face, who was still standing by the copy machine. The paper landed perfectly on Seungmin's head, covering his face like a mask.

Jisung froze in horror, his heart stopping for what felt like an eternity.

Seungmin slowly reached up, pulling the paper off his face with deliberate calm. He looked at it, then turned his gaze to Jisung, who was now kneeling on the floor, desperately trying to gather the scattered documents.

"Jisung..." Seungmin began, his voice low and menacing, "I suggest you pick up those papers before I decide to write up a report on this... incident."

"Y-yes, sir! Right away, sir! My apologies." Jisung stammered, scrambling to his feet and grabbing at the papers with renewed urgency. His face was flushed with embarrassment, and he could barely meet Seungmin's eyes as he gathered the last of the documents.

Seungmin let out a long, exasperated sigh, but to Jisung's immense relief, he didn't say anything more. Instead, he simply handed Jisung the rogue paper that had assaulted him and turned back to the copy machine.

Jisung muttered a quick "Thank you" before practically running back to his desk, his heart pounding in his ears. He flopped into his chair, clutching the very disarrayed cluster of paper over his face.

"Ugh! So embarrassing..." he groaned under his breath, banging his head on the pile of warm freshly printed papers. As he started to rearrange the papers, he couldn't help but think that surviving this job might actually be harder than he'd thought.

Just as he was getting sucked into his helpless thoughts, his phone buzzed on the desk, displaying a new notification from K-Cupid.

[You've got a new match!]

Jisung rolled his eyes, knowing he has to ignore it. Just as he was getting things in order, Hyunjin strolled back into the room. His sleeves were still rolled up. He walked up to Jisung's desk, peering over his shoulder to see what he was up to.

"You do remember, right?" Hyunjin asked, leaning against the desk with a smug grin.

Jisung, still focused on the papers, only hummed in response. "Yeah, yeah, I remember," he muttered, not really paying attention.

Bored, Hyunjin began to glance around Jisung's desk, poking at random objects and flipping through a few sticky notes. He was just about to make a sarcastic comment about Jisung's cluttered workspace when something caught his eye.

Jisung's phone, sitting precariously on the edge of the desk, flashed with a notification. The screen lit up, displaying a message from K-Cupid

@li-meowho: hi there! 

Hyunjin's interest piqued, and he leaned in closer. "What's this?" he teased, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Aww, you got a match, Jisungie?" He called out in a teasing manner. 

Jisung's eyes widened as he snatched the phone off the desk, his face turning a slight shade of pink. "Mind your business, Hyunjin," he snapped, quickly locking the screen and shoving the phone into his pocket.

Hyunjin chuckled, clearly amused by Jisung's reaction. "Come on, let me see!"

"Seriously, Hyunjin, drop it," Jisung insisted, though his attempt at sounding stern was undermined by the embarrassed grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

Hyunjin held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, but I really thought that you left the app after joining this place." 

Jisung only smirked at Hyunjin's remark. It was obvious, everyone needs an additional source of income!