"no one else is in here," seojun looked around the office, just to make sure he was right. "maybe you can drop the hate act for five minutes?" he asked, the sleeves of his work sweater covering his fists, playing string on one fraying sleeve. "i was thinking maybe we could do dinner tonight? i'll get into an argument with you if we can do dinner." not a normal compromise, seojun thought. but he knew his relationship with moonbyul was anything but normal. "please?" he asked, shuffling a little closer to her desk with his eyes wider as he almost pouted with a plea to her. "i haven't seen you outside of work for weeks now, i can only take so many fake arguments." / @ofdamnation

















