Joonmyun's quite positive that the description of the office position he'd applied for hadn't informed him of a requirement that involves a heightened tolerance of exhibitionism, toilet humor, excessive ing, your mom jokes, debilitating laziness, and a boss who's convinced that his nostrils can function as pencil sharpeners.

Simply a collection of drabbles with varying plots and pairings.

"I can't take this anymore ! We always get so close that I can count every damn fluffy eyelash and perfect little pore. But before we can outshine fireworks with a rocking kiss, I wake up to my lousy alarm clock and the sound of my mother banging on the door !" "You poor, poor thing, Minseok. Your dreams are so tragic that I almost want to shed a tear." "Agh, what does this all mean, Joonmyun !?" "It's the universe telling you that you're desperately in n