It’s not that you hated your job, but you hated your job. Well, maybe hate was a strong word. You very much disliked your job. But then again, ‘job’ was just a vast over generalization. There was one account that you strongly loathed to handle and one of the many reasons is that at the very last minute, they change the way of how they want the processing of their products to go, which then requires you to work overtime, at night, to make sure the new changes go off without a hitch. 

The downside was that you were working at night, when you’d rather be wrapped up in your boyfriends arms. The upside to that, you were working with your very good looking co-worker, Changbin. He was the night warehouse manager that oversaw all the drivers and product for your account, which was great. While you wouldn’t say you were in shape, if you had to, you could move a large pallet with a pallet jack if need be. So having someone else who would do the labor aspect of the account was perfect for you. You basically handled the administrative side of it, which could be handled during the day, unless something drastic happens that requires you to come in. 

Changbin, himself, was a great perk too. The man was ripped with arm and chest muscles that usually screamed to be released from whatever shirt he was wearing, which was never the office uniform thankfully. Uniforms weren’t really enforced for employees who worked overnight, just for drivers doing deliveries that would most likely be seen by clients; they had to represent the company respectfully. 

When you had first met Changbin, he had been a little standoffish with a very intimidating aura. But the more your worked him, especially in the first two weeks of his training, the more you realized he was just a loveable little teddy bear, with a similar personality to Jisung - loud as and obnoxious. Which, in hindsight, is probably why you harbored the very tiny, very minuscule crush on Changbin. It was pretty much microscopic. And while you were in an open relationship with your boyfriends - boy had that been a long night - you were pretty certain that Changbin had no emotions towards you and he was just friendly. Besides, even though you worked the same account together, you didn’t get to see each other often, so there was still a wall between you. 

 

Cat😸Zaddy

If you kiss him, we want details

 

You stared at the message in disbelief, hand poised and key still in the lock. Leave it to Minho to text you such a thing just as you get to work. He had to be psychic. Rolling your eyes, you locked your phone screen and unlocked the door, expecting the alarm to go off. When it didn’t, you had to do a double take to look out at the parking lot. It was empty except for your car, which to you meant that Changbin wasn’t there yet. So why was the alarm off? Maybe one of the other employees just forgot to set it. A logical thought, except you were the one who left last today and you specifically remembered setting the alarm because you had been on the phone with Minho, ranting about Karen’s iness and how she unfairly took out her aggression on Jisung. Ever since Jisung told Lucy about the two of you being together, that woman had been on a warpath to make existing at work a living hell. 

Bless Chan’s heart for coming to your rescue many times. You made a mental note to bring him coffee in the morning. Flipping on one of the light switches, you locked the door behind you and headed to the back towards your cubicle. Rounding the corner, you dropped your things on your desk, logged back into your computer and clocked in because you would be damned if you weren’t being paid for every second your was in the office. 

Once you were settled, you made your way to the very back of the cubicles, where the door to the warehouse was. Opening it, you were surprised to see the lights on and the large industrial fans going. Your eyes scanned over the vast area, honing in on your account’s area when the loud clanging of totes could be heard. Changbin was definitely there. Walking inside, you took a deep breath and started your way back. Your mind was racing with thoughts of Changbin. Of what to say to him, how things were going to go and if maybe you should ask him out. Though that last thought made your heart sink because the last time you had asked someone out, they had ghosted you and then a short time later they had quit working. Not that it was your fault they left the company, but a part of you couldn’t help but think that. You didn’t want a repeat of that because you didn’t think your heart would be able to handle that, and of course you would have to tell Jisung and Minho because they would just know something was wrong - and frankly you didn’t partially feel like being laughed at.

But also, Changbin was a great worker. He was the third night warehouse guy that you’ve worked with and by far he was the most competent and trustworthy out of all of them. You sure as hell didn’t want to have to go through the process of training someone new and finding out they . So even if there was a sliver of a chance that maybe Changbin liked you as well, you weren’t about to risk it.

Finally reaching the back of the warehouse where the docks were, you spotted Changbin pushing a line of totes into the empty tractor trailer and you nearly had a heart attack. His arms were on full display, muscles flexing each time he adjusted his grip. His skin was covered in a light layer of sweat and you could already feel your brain malfunctioning. 

“Oh sweet Jesus.” You whispered to yourself, shaking your head. “Get it together, Y/n.” 

Right on cue, your phone dinged and you already knew it was either Minho or Jisung. Both of them had such impeccable timing. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you read the preview and was surprised to see that it was actually from Chan. Which, when you thought about it, was a little strange. The two of you have general conversations, slowly moving into that ‘friend outside of work’ category, but texting late at night was never something you usually did. In fact, you had a running joke with Jisung that Chan is actually a super old man and was in bed and asleep at seven. Unlocking your phone, you pulled up the message and read it.

 

Thunder Down Under

Don’t work too hard tonight! ;)

As if I actually work XD

Thunder Down Under

Touché

What are you doing this weekend, by the way?

Sleeping….why?

Thunder Down Under

Would you, perhaps, wanna get lunch together on Saturday?

 

You were taken off guard by the question, not entirely sure how to reply. It seemed a little suspicious that he wanted to meet up for lunch after working together for over a year now. But at the same time, you didn’t really want to turn down the opportunity. If anything, the two of you could at least commiserate over Karen and her insufferable iness.

 

Sure! I’m not picky, so pick any place you want~

 

Your heart was racing, which you thought was a little ridiculous. Nonetheless, you quickly put your phone away and when it dinged again, you did your best to ignore it. You were nervous to read any answer that Chan would come back with, even though you had already agreed to meet up with him. It was stupid, you know, but it’s how your brain worked - confusing and nonsensical.

Focusing your attention back to the task at hand, you approached the rattling totes, peeking around a few stacks to watch as Changbin pushed two more inside the trailer. You grinned when he turned and jumped, eyes wide as he stared at you. “Hey stranger.”

“Hey.” He grinned and walked over, giving you a fist bump. It was such a ‘bro’ type of move that you couldn’t help but giggle at it. “Didn’t hear you come in.” He commented.

“I’m stealthily, like a ninja.” You teased, humming softly as you leaned carefully against a stack of totes. “Almost done with the returns?”

“Yeah.” Changbin sighed heavily. “So what is this new process that we have to do?” He asked as he grabbed three more stacks and pushed them into the trailer. 

“Oh you’re going to love this.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll be at your desk, so just come over there when you’re done and I’ll show you.”

“Sounds good!”

You turned and walked off, making sure to sway your hips just a bit more than usual. Though the further away you got, the less you tried to seduce Changbin and the more regret you began to feel. Mainly for your behavior, because it felt a little childish - something a teenager would do when trying to get a boy’s attention. It didn’t feel like it was something an adult would do when physically attracted to another adult. Not that Changbin was probably paying attention anyway. It’s not like you walked around with a huge - though Jisung would beg to differ. It was very much average size with barely any roundness to it. You were not “one of those” girls.

You had just gotten comfortable in the chair and was pulling up the program when Changbin joined you, casually w