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It’s kinda hopeless to Bora.
Her job sucks. The office is bleak (grey monochrome is not the way to go), her boss is definitely a misogynistic asshole who thinks women are only good for looking pretty, the coffee is gross, and the printers jam at least fifteen times on a good day.
There is not a single good thing about this miserable, soul-sucking hellhole. The pay isn’t even-
“Good morning, Bora!”
No, wait, Bora immediately rescinds the thought. There is one good thing.
There’s Minji.
As Minji gracelessly plops a drink on the coaster Yoohyeon got Bora as her “Congrats On Getting a Job” gift, Bora feels the gentle and comforting warmth of the sun (AKA: Minji’s gorgeous smile) graze her skin, remembers memories of a time when Bora felt freer and happier. “I bought you an iced choco!” Minji smiles her silly, self-satisfied grin with her eyes in the shape of crescents, cheeks rosy from speed-walking from the elevator to her desk. With a happy hum, she brandishes a plastic container like a trophy, “And I got myself a blueberry muffin!”
Minji’s smile feels like the coming of spring, gardens of flowers blooming and flourishing in Bora’s chest. Her voice is a sweet symphony, a song written by the birds of morning only for Minji to sing. And she is an absolute vision. Minji rotates her outfits of suit pants and blazers; Bora pays enough attention—and pines hard enough—to welcome the familiar sight of Minji in baby blue slacks and a white button-up with a loosened grey tie.
No glasses today, Bora notes.
Minji rifles through her purse, a victorious, “Ah hah!” when she pulls out a worn leather case.
Glasses today, Bora corrects.
Minji blinks as her eyes adjust from seeing blurred pixels transforming into 2160p, 4K vision.
Plus, a smudge.
Before Minji can ask, Bora’s hand is out, the other untucking her cotton shirt from her pants.
“Did they get foggy again?”
Minji faintly blushes as she gives Bora her glasses, sheepish when she tightens her tie, “I thought I was gonna be late so I ran from my car to the elevator and by the time I got in, I looked like an evil master-mind with scary, shiny glasses so I took them off.”
Minji laughs at herself when she situates her now-clean glasses on the bridge of her nose, softly caresses her thumb across Bora’s cheek as thanks, schools that precious smile on her face into a stern expression ready for work.
Bora could do without the endless phone calls and running back and forth, the colleagues that stare at her ass for too long, the long days that seem to blend together, the pointless meetings.
But Bora is helplessly, hopelessly, and undeniably devoted to her best friend.
So deeply and unfathomably in love.
Everything sucks except for Minji and that’s enough reason for Bora to stay.
Iced chocolate drinks reminds her of Minji, so do blueberry muffins and baby blue pants.
It’s a new day of the same old shit, but Minji smiles at her from across her desk—the same beautiful, breathtaking smile she gives her everyday.
It’s enough. More than enough.
Bora dreads the day but her grin beams back at Minji. It’s a reflection of her heart, the smiles that make everything bearable.
And if Bora makes an hour of the day easier for Minji, even a single minute, Bora would choose to stay anywhere, wherever, and whenever Minji wanted her.