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Amongst the chattering of keyboards in the office, a soft hum breached from Seokjin's small grey cubicle. A certain song familiar to him through the radio kept playing over and over in his head like a one track vinyl. Eventually, the melody he kept up was incredibly on point, he had to start singing.
"Harvey," Seokjin whispered carefully to keep his tune, "Nobody knows what I see."
As he progressively sank deeper into his own world, a curious set of ears caught the melody out of context. These particular ears always seemed to be looking out for Seokjin's voice, unbeknownst to both the receiver and dispatcher. Yoongi instinctively looked to Seokjin's cubicle and had to call himself out on it once he realized. He quickly looked back down at the cart full envelopes and carried on his way through the Floor Manager's office door.
"Everyone thinks I'm crazy, crazy for you, oh boy."
Yoongi was half asleep from the long shift he suffered through. He and Hoseok had been awake until 1 AM on a whim after coming back from the office late. Major overtime struck a need to indulge himself, and Hoseok knew just the place to go. After visiting a pleasant bar with decent pricing, they made their way to the grocery store for snacks before bingeing on horror movies. Everytime Yoongi was going to nod off, Hoseok's screaming would snap that little wave of exhaustion in half.
The two arrived hungover and tired early that morning with a load of paperwork to deliver. Yoongi was lucky enough to call dibs on this floor before anyone else. As he thought this, he looked back to Seokjin's cubicle through the glass walls of the Manager's office. He could barely make out the soft brown tones of Seokjin's stray hairs peeking out of the tiny cubicle, but they were there. And he adored them.
It still felt strange for Yoongi to acknowledge liking someone, let alone noticing and appreciating the little hints of their presence. Yoongi used to wonder if he was weird for thinking this way until he confided these feelings to Hoseok last night. Maybe it was the alcohol, but was the first time he felt the kind of comfort that came to spilling one of his deepest and most sensitive thoughts. And, maybe because Hoseok was who he was, he took in the information with such open fondness for the situation, it encouraged Yoongi to keep talking.
His initial thoughts of embarrassment quickly subsided as Hoseok kept the conversation going with more questions. Soon enough, Yoongi was naming his crush and couldnt stop smiling. Hoseok still hasn't stopped gushing about it. "He's cute though," Hoseok commented, "Nice."
"Leave them there," The Floor Manager's voice cut through his thoughts like cold steel. Yoongi quietly retreated out of the room with his cart in tow. He closed the door behind him with care so it wouldnt slam and disturb the quiet of the room. The rest of the floor was still crazy with keyboard chatter. If he weren't so close to Seokjin's cubicle, his soft tune would surely be drowned out.
"Yeah, I get it. You wanna know, who he is. Where we go."
Yoongi considered asking him out after his talk with Hoseok. Talking with his best friend gave him fantastical courage. For a moment, he could imagine actually having the nerve to walk up to Seokjin's cubicle and asking him something that wasn't work related. The small daydream of asking him out played as easily as the music on Seokjin's lips.
"Yeah, I get it. You wanna see, what it is. Him and me."
As he walked out of Seokjin's space of influence, Yoongi could picture what it Seokjin's response would be. He would certainly be polite about it, or maybe embarrassed. Yoongi was really curious now, but the weight of rejection looming over him dwarfed his desires. He figured he should just let thing be. Realistically, he can't even hold a candle to Seokjin.
"Harvey. Nobody knows what I see. Nobody knows I'm waiting. Waiting for you to call."
Yoongi immediately ran back to Seokjin's cubicle with a manilla envelope in hand. The front was labeled urgent in bright red letters that only a distracted Yoongi could miss. Rather than go around behind Seokjin to deliver the envelope properly, he peered over the cubicle wall from in front and waved to Seokjin.
"Harvey. Nobody knows what I see. Everyone thinks I'm crazy. Crazy for you-," Seokjin clamped his mouth shut the moment Yoongi's head popped over his cubicle wall.
He could feel the warm blush spread across his cheeks as he asked, "D-Did you need something?"
Yoongi tiptoed in order to properly stick his arm out to Seokjin. He took the envelope and flipped it over to read the red letters in front, "Oh, shoot. I almost forgot. Thank you."
"No problem," Yoongi said with a shy half smile.
Seokjin continued to watch Yoongi expectantly before Yoongi realized he was lingering. His first instinct was to bail, but a daring part of him glued his feet to the ground.
"You have a nice voice," Yoongi said.
"Oh, T-Thanks," Seokjin replied as he brought a hand to muffle his voice and hide his intensifying blush, "I didn't think anyone would hear."
"Do you sing often?"
"No, not really."
"That's too bad. I like your voice. It sounds like... graceful joy," Yoongi said with earnest honesty.
"Thanks," Seokjin said as he lowered his head and couldn't bear keeping eye contact with Yoongi.
Yoongi noticed this, felt bad, but couldn't let this go now. This was the bravest he could hope to be, he needed to make his mark now before doubt resurfaced.
"You doing anything Friday?"
"Huh?" Seokjin looked up again. His wide deer eyes stared into Yoongi's so suddenly it felt overwhelming. It took everything in him not to look away.
"I-I'm actually going to a karaoke bar later this week with some friends. Wanna join?"
"Sure," Seokjin replied quickly. Yoongi was caught off guard by the speed, but Seokjin didn't seem to notice, at least, not right away.
"That is, ... If it's alright with your friends."
"Of course," Yoongi replied without much though. Not that Hoseok or Namjoon would mind, "They'll enjoy the company."
"Alright," Seokjin said with rising excitement, "Talk to you later?"
His grip on the envelope renewed and Yoongi recalled the urgency of the contents inside. Had he been keeping Seokjin from his business this whole time? How long has it been? Why was Seokjin so tolerant?!
"Oh shoot, sorry. I won't take more of your time," he said with a panicked expression and backed up.
"You didn't take my time!" Seokjin shot up from his chair to keep eye contact with Yoongi. The neighbouring cubicles seized their typing to stare at Seokjin for a moment before continuing. The moment wasn't long, maybe a few seconds, but it was enough time for his face to turn deep red. He sank a little as he dropped his head.
"You didn't take up my time," he repeated softly, "I actually like talking to you."
Somewhat taken a back, Yoongi let out the smallest, "Oh."
Seokjin bit his bottom lip and abruptly bent over his tiny desk. Yoongi walked closer to check what he was doing, only for Seokjin's head to pop back up. Only a few centimeters away, Seokjin gained his composure and handed Yoongi a small sticky note with a 7 digit number.
"We should get back to work, but here's my number," Seokjin said with a hint of the dusty pink still on his cheeks and his eyes averted.
Yoongi took the small yellow paper in disbelief before Seokjin smiled and said, "Later."
He fell back into his seat as Yoongi walked away. Seokjin was scared he might have been a little too forward. Should he have asked first? Was it strange to give your number without being asked? As his nerves started to grab a hold of him, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
*What song was that, anyways?*
Seokjin looked down at the text on his phone screen. The widest smile spread across his face as he typed a response with enthusiasm.
*Harvey by Hers.*
*It's sounds nice. I hope I get to hear it again on Friday.*
*No worries! I'm not gonna miss a chance to hear you sing.*
*I forgot this was a two way street. Prepare to have your ears bleed. Sorry v.v*
*Lol. I doubt that, you have a nice voice just when you talk. I'm sure you would sound good even if you just spoke the lyrics as they came on screen.*
*That's a good idea. Thanks*
Seokjin kept smiling throughout the conversation before the neglected envelope on his desk beckoned his attention once more.
*No problem. Just remember to credit me.*
*Just join me on stage. You can distract from my singing lol.*
Seokjin put away his phone for the moment. He unpacked the envelope and spread the contents across his desk. The documented finances of the last five years were to be analyzed and reported on before the end of the week. It seemed he was in for another long assignment, but at least he had Friday night to look forward to.
With the renewed motivation, he hummed quietly. A small wave of hope when he replayed the events of the last few minutes of his head prompted him to sing one more time.
"Crazy for you, oh boy."