“Uh I was wondering,” Daehyun winced, “Do you happen to know where I can get a spare pen? And some paper? And anything really. I don’t have any office supplies.”

“Oh,” Youngjae said, “But what’s in your bag?”

“My parachute,” Daehyun said, “Took me forever to re-roll it.” 

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           “Say,” Himchan leant close and whispered, “Want to go on a reconnaissance mission for me?”

            “Why?” Youngjae asked, raising his eyebrows.

            “I know you can’t fall asleep once you wake up,” Himchan said, “So you might as well be a darling and go check out the new guy for me.”

            “Seriously?” Youngjae asked.

            “I want all the details about his desk and his chair.” Himchan nodded, “Once I’m promoted to a higher shelf I’ll put in a good word for you. Please? Youngjae?”

            Youngjae groaned, “Himchan, you know it is likely I’m never going to be promoted again in my lifetime. I got moved from a shelf with no ceiling to a shelf with a plaster ceiling. That’s enough improvement for me.”

            “Please, please?” Himchan begged, “I’d go myself but I need my beauty sleep.”

            “Fine,” Youngjae got up and stretched, popping his stiff spine and stretching his arms, “But you’ll own me.”

            “Thanks baby!” Himchan whispered after him as Youngjae worked his way down the row. The new guy would be at the very left. That's a trip which will take him an hour, probably, if he didn't trip over anyone's sleeping legs.

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AN: This is the happy Daejae story I've promised some people. No one dies in this one. I can't believe it. No one dies in this one. This is a foreign territory for me, so be kind and leave a comment? ILU 

This story is in a different universe from the rest of my scifi stories. It is a very odd universe. I'll write a scifii story for the first person who figures out what's going on with the world they are in. Thank you for viewing!