Office Antics
Yena x Reader
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The office was alive with the familiar hum of keyboards and the occasional ring of phones. It was another Monday morning, and as usual, you were the first one at your desk, sipping a subpar instant coffee youโd made from the breakroom. The workday ahead promised to be a mountain of reports, client proposals, and dreaded spreadsheet formattingโtasks that demanded focus. Yet, your mind wasnโt on the work.
No, your thoughts were fixated on a certain someone who had yet to show up.
Choi Yena. Your supervisor. The officeโs resident prankster. The embodiment of chaos wrapped in pastel blazers and a permanent grin. She was always the last one to arrive but somehow managed to make her presence known instantly, turning even the dullest workday into a whirlwind of noise and mischief.
You were halfway through organizing the teamโs task list for the day when the elevator doors dinged.
Speak of the devil.
โGood morning!โ Yenaโs sing-song voice bounced off the walls as she burst through the door, holding two iced coffees in her hands. Her grin stretched wide as she plopped one down on your desk.
โIced Americano for my favourite team member,โ she chirped.
You raised an eyebrow, instantly suspicious. The last time she gave you coffee, it was spiked with salt instead of sugar. โWhatโs the catch, Sunbae?โ
Her eyes widened in mock offense. โNo catch! Canโt a supervisor just be nice to her hardworking team?โ
โNot when that supervisor is Choi Yena,โ you shot back, narrowing your eyes.
She gasped, clutching her chest as if wounded. โWow. The lack of trust here is unbelievable. Iโll have you know that Iโm turning over a new leaf. No pranks today, I swear.โ
You werenโt buying it, but the coffee smelled too good to resist. With a cautious sip, you confirmed it was safe. No salt, no hot sauce, no glitter bombs waiting to explode. Yena watched you expectantly, her lips twitching like she was holding back laughter.
โWhat?โ you asked, already bracing yourself for whatever she had planned.
โNothing!โ she said, a little too quickly, before skipping back to her desk.
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Work officially started at 9:00 a.m., and the day unfolded like any other. You were in charge of preparing the weekly task overviewโassigning smaller chunks of projects to each team member while flagging urgent deadlines.
The first task on your list was compiling data for the companyโs quarterly performance review. You groaned inwardly, knowing the amount of cross-referencing it would require.
โHey, sunbae, can we talk about the client feedback report for the Kim & Lee project?โ you called over to her.
โOf course,โ she replied, spinning her chair dramatically before walking over to your desk with her usual exaggerated flair. โLetโs tackle this head-on. Serious Yena-sunbae mode: engaged.โ
You slid the draft report across the desk. โThe issue is with the clientโs notes on the second phase. Theyโre asking for an entirely new cost analysis, and weโve got a two-day turnaround. Can we reassign some of my other tasks?โ
Yena leaned over, scanning the document with a furrowed brow. For once, she was genuinely focused. โHmm. Good point. Letโs offload some of this to Eunji and Sungho. Iโll handle the final approval.โ She gave you a thumbs up. โBoom. Delegation, baby.โ
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By mid-morning, the office had settled into its usual rhythm: the quiet clatter of keyboards, the hum of printers, and the occasional buzz of phones. You were elbow-deep in Excel, trying to fix a formula that some long-forgotten coworker had created to "streamline" the quarterly financial summaries.
Spoiler alert: it didnโt.
โWhy does this formula look like someone coded a secret message?โ you muttered, leaning closer to your monitor. You had just started unravelling the mess whenโ
โYa, ya, yoohoo!โ Yenaโs voice broke through your concentration, startling you so badly you nearly toppled out of your chair. She was suddenly looming over your desk, holding up a packet of snacks like sheโd just discovered gold.
โWant some dried mango?โ she asked, dangling the packet in front of your face.
You sighed, rubbing your temples. โโฆSunbae, do you even work here, or are you just here to disrupt me?โ
โExcuse me, Iโm your supervisor. Disruption is part of my job description,โ she said with a wink. โBut seriously, howโs it going with that finance thingy?โ
โItโs not a โthingy,โ itโs a nightmare,โ you replied, gesturing to your screen. โThis formula makes no sense. Itโs like someone deliberately made it as complicated as possible.โ
โLet me see,โ she said, pulling up a chair beside you. She squinted at the screen, then immediately leaned back, shaking her head. โYeah, nope. Thatโs a you problem. Iโm more of a โbig pictureโ kind of gal.โ
โWow, so helpful,โ you deadpanned.
โHey, I didnโt say I couldnโt help in other ways!โ she chirped, pulling out her phone.
โOh no. What are youโโ
โShhh. Iโm solving your problem,โ she said, cutting you off as she started typing furiously. A moment later, she grinned and held up her phone. โTa-da!โ
You squinted at the screen. It was a meme about how Excel was designed to make grown adults cry.
โVery funny,โ you said, but a small smile tugged at your lips.
โSee? Iโm boosting morale. Thatโs like, half my job as a supervisor,โ she said, patting you on the shoulder before skipping off to her own desk.
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Five minutes later, the printer jammed.
โYENA-SSI!โ someone from the design team shouted.
She popped her head up like a prairie dog. โWhat? It wasnโt me!โ
โItโs always you!โ
โI take that personally,โ she said, hopping up from her chair and making her way to the printer. โIโll have you know, Iโm a model employee. Watch and learn, folks.โ
You glanced over just in time to see her dramatically roll up her sleeves, as if she were about to perform life-saving surgery. She yanked open the printer tray, dug around for a moment, and triumphantly held up the offending piece of paper, which was crumpled beyond recognition.
โFixed it!โ she declared, tossing the mangled paper into the trash.
The printer whirred back to life, and the team gave her a half-hearted round of applause.
โThank you, thank you,โ she said, bowing theatrically. Then, as she walked back to her desk, she sprinkled star-shaped confetti onto the floor behind her like she was leaving a trail of breadcrumbs.
You sighed, already knowing who would be tasked with vacuuming it up later.
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At around 10:30 a.m., Yena made her rounds through the office. She stopped by everyoneโs desk, offering unsolicited advice and handing out snacks like a chaotic fairy godmother.
โEunji, youโre overthinking that layout. Trust your instincts!โ
โSungho, great job on the client emails, but maybe use fewer emojis next time. Weโre professionals, remember?โ
When she reached your desk, she leaned over your shoulder and whispered, โStill fighting the Excel file?โ
โYes, and itโs winning,โ you replied without looking up.
โWant me to call IT?โ she offered.
โI am IT,โ you said flatly, earning a laugh from her.
โWell, when youโre done, come see me. We need to prep for the Kim & Lee client pitch. You love PowerPoint, right?โ
You groaned. โYouโre evil.โ
โEvil? No, no. Iโm effective,โ she said with a wink before disappearing into the break room.
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When lunchtime rolled around at 12:00 pm, the office buzz quieted as everyone scattered to their usual spots. Some gathered in groups to eat at their desks, while others slipped out for fresh air or made a beeline to the cafeteria. You decided to head to the break room to escape the endless spreadsheets and give your eyes a break from the glaring screen.
As you stepped inside, the smell of warm food hit you immediatelyโramyeon, fried rice, someoneโs dubious reheated fishโand in the middle of it all sat Yena, perched on the counter with her legs swinging, humming a tune to herself.
โAh, my loyal team member!โ she greeted dramatically, raising her half-eaten kimbap like royalty. โCome to dine with your favorite supervisor?โ
You rolled your eyes but smiled as you made your way to the fridge to grab your lunchbox. โFavorite by default, considering youโre the only supervisor I report to.โ
She grinned. โStill counts.โ
You settled at the table, peeling back the lid of your leftovers: some rice, grilled chicken, and steamed veggies. Simple, nothing like the variety of colorful side dishes Yena always seemed to have. As if on cue, she hopped off the counter and slid into the seat across from you, pushing her kimbap container into the middle of the table.
โWant some? I made it myself.โ
You eyed the kimbap warily. โWhatโs in it?โ
โRice, seaweed, veggies, and unconditional love,โ she said with a wink, holding out a piece with her chopsticks.
You raised an eyebrow. โUnconditional love, huh? Sounds suspicious coming from you. sunbae.โ
She gasped dramatically. โWow! Canโt a supervisor just share her lunch without being accused of foul play?โ
โNot when that supervisor once put chili powder in my tteokbokki.โ
โThat was one time!โ she protested, pouting.
โAnd what about the fake soy sauce prank? Or the time you switched the sugar with salt?โ
Yena bit her lip, clearly trying not to laugh at the memories. โOkay, fine, maybe I have a history, but I swear this kimbap is safe. Scoutโs honour!โ
You stared at her for a moment, debating whether you should trust her. Finally, you gave in, cautiously taking a piece from the container. It looked normal enough. Taking a slow bite, you braced yourself for some hidden twistโbut to your surprise, it tasted great.
โSee? I told you itโs good!โ Yena said triumphantly, clapping her hands together. โIโm not just a prankster. I can cook well.โ
You shook your head, chewing thoughtfully. โFine, Iโll admit it. This is actually... really good.โ
Her face lit up like youโd just handed her a trophy. โKnew it! Now I feel validated as both your supervisor and a good home cook.โ
โDonโt push it,โ you warned, but there was no bite to your tone.
The two of you ate in relative peace for a few minutes, the easy banter filling the room. Yena kept sneaking pieces of your chicken when she thought you werenโt looking, and you retaliated by stealing some of her kimbap. It was a rare moment where she wasnโt causing chaos, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying her company.
But, of course, this was Yena. The peace was never meant to last.
โSo, about that trust thing,โ she started, her voice taking on an innocent lilt that immediately put you on high alert.
โWhat about it?โ you asked, narrowing your eyes.
โWellโฆโ She reached into her bag and pulled out a small plastic spider, dangling it in front of your face with a mischievous grin. โYouโre not scared of these, are you?โ
Your glare could have cut through steel. โSunbae, I swearโโ
Before you could finish, she tossed the spider onto your rice. You jolted back, startled, only to realize it wasnโt moving. Fake. Of course, it was fake.
โRelax!โ she said between bouts of laughter, clutching her stomach. โYour faceโoh my gosh, I wish Iโd recorded it!โ
You picked up the spider and tossed it back at her. โYouโre unbelievable. Canโt even make it through lunch without pulling something, can you?โ
She dodged it with ease, still giggling. โWhat can I say? Itโs my love language.โ
โYour love language is being too nice,โ you sarcastically muttered, shaking your head.
Yena just winked, stealing another piece of chicken from your plate. โYouโre lucky you have me to keep things fun.โ
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The office was quiet as the clock ticked closer to quitting time. Most of your co-workers had already packed up for the day, leaving you and a few others burning the proverbial midnight oil. Your focus was on the final edits for the Kim & Lee proposal, your fingers flying across the keyboard as you updated figures, corrected typos, and double-checked client specifications.
The spreadsheet in front of you was practically your baby at this pointโa meticulously crafted, formula-heavy masterpiece. Losing it would be catastrophic.
As you clicked to save your progress, the screen suddenly froze. Your cursor vanished, replaced by a spinning wheel of doom. Then, without warning, the screen went blue.
You blinked, momentarily stunned.
The iconic blue screen carved deep into your tired mind; the haunting words lingered:
โCRITICAL SYSTEM ERROR. ALL FILES DELETED.โ
Your heart stopped.
โNo, no, no, no!โ you muttered, panic bubbling to the surface. You frantically clicked the keyboard, your mouse, anything to undo the apparent catastrophe. Nothing worked. The message continued to flash, taunting you:
โALL FILES DELETED. SYSTEM FAILURE IMMINENT.โ
Your pulse was racing. Everythingโhours of work, detailed charts, carefully formatted tablesโgone in an instant. Youโd have to start over, and with the deadline looming, that wasnโt just inconvenient; it was impossible.
โWhy now? Why me?!โ you groaned, your voice echoing in the empty office. Sweat prickled the back of your neck as you opened Task Manager, desperately trying to shut down whatever program had caused this.
Thatโs when you heard itโa barely stifled giggle.
Slowly, you turned your head, eyes narrowing.
โYena-sunbaeโ you said, your voice low and dangerous.
Behind you, Yena stood just outside your cubicle, clutching her phone and biting her lip to keep from laughing. Her shoulders shook with barely contained glee, and her face was turning red from the effort of holding it in.
โWhat did you do?โ you demanded, your tone sharp enough to make her flinchโalmost.
That was the wrong question because it sent her over the edge. She exploded into laughter, doubling over as if youโd just told the funniest joke in the world.
โYour face!โ she managed to wheeze, tears forming in her eyes. โOh my gosh, you shouldโve seen your face!โ
โYENA,โ omitting the formality, you shouted, standing up so fast your chair rolled backward.
โItโsโitโs just a screensaver!โ she choked out between fits of laughter, holding up her hands in surrender. โRelax! Your files are fine. Everythingโs fine! I saved it already!โ
You froze, your panic slowly giving way to disbeliefโand then anger. โA screensaver? You nearly gave me a heart attack for a screensaver?โ
She nodded, wiping her eyes. โI couldnโt resist! Youโve been on edge all day, and you were so focusedโit was too perfect!โ
You stared at her, torn between throttling her and collapsing into a puddle of relief. โYena, I swear, if you everโโ
โIโll never do it again, promise,โ she interrupted, holding up three fingers in a Scoutโs honour gesture. Then she ruined it by snorting with laughter. โOkay, maybe not never, but not anytime soon.โ
Your glare couldโve melted steel. โYouโre lucky I didnโt actually lose anything, or Iโd be writing the longest HR report of my life right now.โ
โAw, come on, donโt be mad!โ she said, stepping closer and placing her hands on your shoulders. โIt was funny, admit it.โ
โNo, it wasnโt,โ you grumbled, sitting back down and trying to calm your frazzled nerves.
โYouโll laugh about it later,โ she said confidently. Then, after a beat, she added, โ...Maybe.โ
You huffed but couldnโt stay mad at her for long. This was Yena, after all. Chaos was her default setting, and you knew what you were signing up for when you started working under her.
โAlright,โ you sighed. โBut you owe me dinner. And drinks. Good drinks. None of that cheap stuff.โ
โDeal!โ she chirped, already bouncing on her heels. โLetโs go! My treat. No pranks this time, I promise.โ
She linked her arm with yours, dragging you toward the elevator. Despite yourself, a small smile crept onto your face.
With Yena, your life mightโve been unpredictable, messy, and occasionally terrifyingโbut at least it was never boring.
Even though you wanted to quit halfway through because of her antics.


















