Raking Leaves
Description
Winter is approaching, and Sungmin is tasked with raking leaves... but somehow there are never many leaves when it's his turn.
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Haven't written a one three-shot in a while so here you go guys!
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Foreword
The autumn wind blows, making yellowed leaves fall from the tree that gave it life.
Their edges are curled, and Sungmin always believed it was so they could dance easier in the wind.
They fall to the ground, and eventually become one with the dirt. The soil becomes fertile, henceforth giving life to others...
It's like they always say, the end of something always brings something new.
"Right, let's settle this once and for all by drawing straws."
Leeteuk was greeted by a chorus of groans and dissatisfaction from his co-workers.
"Well, it's not going to just magically become air or rake itself, so unless you want to be hit in the face with leaves, I suggest you stop complaining." Leeteuk rolled his eyes. He honestly felt like he was dealing with kids sometimes, not adult accountants.
The dimpled man got some straws from the dispenser by the coffee machine and cut them into various lengths.
"Okay. Since there's six of us, whoever draws the shortest straw will have to come on Sunday so we don't have to trample through a forest on Monday. Yes, I know you don't have work on Sunday but it up, at least I'm not making another one of you do Saturday. Then the second shortest straw will be Monday's raker, the third shortest Tuesday's, and so on. Understand?"
Silent nods.
"Good." Leeteuk breathed in relief before shuffling the straws behind his back.
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