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07:00 AM

The clock on the dashboard read.

The businessman stopped at a red light, occasionally tapping his steering wheel while humming to the song that is playing from the stereo. It’s still early. His office hours normally start at 9 am but he formed a habit of doing things on the dot, giving him enough time to drop by his favorite café and dodge the morning traffic.

Park Chanyeol, like any other CEO, needed his daily shot of caffeine before doing his actual work. He made it into a routine to visit Cosmic Latte (his favorite café) on his way to the company and order the strongest cup of caffeinated drink they have. He’s not into sweets but there is something oddly comforting in that quaint café that snagged a soft spot in his heart.

The tall man smiled as he stepped foot at the café, hearing the satisfying ring of the bell that signaled his arrival. The homey scent of the baked pastries and beverages tickled his nose, boosting his energy. He made his way to the counter, busy fiddling with the cuffs of his button down when he collided with another body, the force was enough to make him stagger and the next thing he knew, scalding hot sensation trickled on his chest, followed by a blooming patch of brown unmistakably tainting his white button-down.

Coffee-stained button-down aside, Chanyeol instinctively reached out for the arm of the man he bumped with, saving him from a nasty fall. “Oh my god!”

Before he could even react and comprehend the situation, there are already hands dabbing tissues all over his dress shirt—delicate, long, slender fingers that looked so milky and soft worked their way of wiping the mess on his already ruined suit. Too feminine to be a man’s hand Chanyeol noted. Before he knew it, he was openly ogling the said appendage, contemplating on winding his hands with it because damn, he could actually enclose it with his.

He was only brought back from his one-tracked mind when he heard the man groan, whether from irritation or embarrassment, he doesn’t know.

Chanyeol then grabbed the tissues from that person and did the dabbing himself. He did this all the while taking a chance to look and rake his eyes on the person’s hands up to his smooth milky neck and to his thin pink lips and man, looked at that mole in the corner of his mouth, then to his button nose and then to his droopy eyes and damn, the fluffy hair. Everything about the man is soft.

Did he just check this man out?

“This is your entire fault! You are not looking to where you are going!”

That did it.  That’s the deal breaker.

Chanyeol couldn’t help but retort back, despite his better judgment. Disappointed that behind those beautiful features lays an ugly personality.

“What the , man.”

“What the yourself. Ugh, move. I have a meeting to attend and I’m running late because of you.” And just like that, Chanyeol was shoved to the side. He was shoved by a petite man with a height not even reaching past his chin. Before he could even react, the brunette was already out of the damn door leaving a fuming Chanyeol behind.

The audacity of the man to leave him in the middle of a very busy café without saying sorry is such an move. He wanted to yell out his frustration but instead, he kept his calm and scoffed, after all, against Chanyeol’s sane judgment, he has an image to uphold.

That very day, Chanyeol forgo his needed shot with the reminder of the coffee stench, brown patched shirt and let out all his frustrations to his trembling and shivering employees.

That very same day, the CEO strongly believed in hate at first sight.

Baekhyun has never been late ever since he was appointed as the CEO of their company. Never, until that fateful morning in that café, call him petty but believe it or not Baekhyun still carried that grudge against that man he bumped into. He doesn’t even remember the man’s face but still, that man gave him his first ever ugly streak in his attendance.

After that, Baekhyun always made sure not to bump into tall people in crowded and busy places. That is why he found himself in a private room with his parents. The restaurant, dare he say, had a certain intimate feel to it, like an exclusive place where everything warm and personal should be tackled about. They arrived early, with five more minutes to spare before their actual reservation time. They were sitting opposite three others chairs—obviously empty of its supposed occupants. They were happily chatting about his parents’ latest rendezvous, catching up with some corporate talk until the subject matter was bordering on his most dreaded word. Marriage.

“Any updates you wanted to tell us, Baekhyunee?” His mom inquired, a teasing lilt in her voice. “You’re love life maybe?”

“Oh! What do you think of joining us the Maldives for our next anniversary?” His dad added, seemingly happy and excited at the prospect of their son tagging along. As much as he liked the idea, he never planned to be a third wheel to his own parents, thank you very much. He much likely wanted to keep his sanity in check and spare himself with his parents’ old married couple antics.

“Maybe you could finally join us for the trip and have a double date!” His mom happily squealed. “Isn’t it exciting, honey?” Baekhyun could only watch in horror, his face contorting in ways he doesn’t even know his own face was capable to. He thought they wanted to bring him to have a family vacation, he felt betrayed.

Byun Baekhyun is not that oblivious. His parents weren’t even trying to make it subtle either. Instead, they were laying it thick on his face. Getting his opinion on the next romantic place they should visit next, even as far as asking him about his non-existent love life and luring him on a double date trip. Really, that scheme only worked for his parents. He wouldn’t be surprised if this dinner was a trap.

And just like a breath of fresh air, their most awaited company for tonight arrived. He immediately stood up, plastered his boyish smile and offered his right hand for a good-natured handshake— firm and full of certainty to the man he recognized as Mr. Park, while he gave a kiss on Mrs. Park’s hand, saying his compliments for the night. Lastly, he turned to the guy in front of him who in fact, just finished giving his pleasantries to his parents as well. He eyed the endless limbs until almond-shaped eyes greeted his droopy ones—the same eyes that were not backing down from the intensity of the stare sent his way. He offered him his hand and introduced himself.

“Byun Baekhyun.” He said, voice wavering a little as he felt a much larger hand, enveloped his.

“Park Chanyeol,” the tall man said in return.

He was entranced, captivated. He was mesmerized. It’s like Chanyeol’s hazelnut orbs managed to make his surrounding stopped and everything turned irrelevant. This is the first time in his entire life that someone was able to make him breathless and the realization made him blush uncontrollably. Just then, a cough echoed in the room, managing to get him out of his daze, belatedly detaching his hand from the firm grip on his smaller hand.

He suddenly missed the warmth.

It is not until he sat back in his seat that he was able to observe the man before him. He is tall (he already concluded), handsome with his boyish features. His almond-shaped eyes, tall nose, plump lips, and angular jaws were sculpted by God himself. If you squinted your eyes harder, Baekhyun can assure you that a faint mole grazed his tall nose. Don’t even get him started with his pair of ears that stuck out cutely. Parks, truth be told are known for their good genes and he could attest to that.

Aside from him being a Park, he couldn’t help the unsettling feeling that took over his stomach. He squirmed in his seat, suddenly feeling another rush of blush bloom in his apple cheeks at the intensity of the gaze sent his way. Just then, a maître d'hôtel knocked on their private room and served their meal—a perfect chance for him to distract himself from ogling the man further. He’s a perfect reincarnation of Adonis.

Their parents engaged in corporate talk, sometimes throwing them a question or two. He kept quiet throughout the meal, silently devouring his dish as he eyed the taller man in front of him once in a while.

Everything would have been perfect if the man before him hasn’t opened his big mouth, spouting recognition from the incident he graciously wanted to forget. Everything would have been perfect if the man before him shut his big foul mouth.

“Aren’t you that rude man who poured coffee on me?”

Chanyeol stared helplessly at his desk. Words and figures ostensibly dancing in a swirl of a blur as he kept on staring at the same page, rereading the same sentence for a whole good of five minutes. His last brain cell completely abandoned him at this point and his brain completely abandoned him to send signals to his system to let him comprehend some things.

Out of frustration, he slammed the cover of the manila folder he’s pondering on and massaged his throbbing temples instead, leaning back in his swivel chair to ease some kink off his nape and take a nap. Moments like this made him feel smug. Aside from the perks of having a higher position, Chanyeol got the luxury of having a spacious room all for himself equipped with high class couches, a mahogany desk with a gold plaque bearing his name, engraved in the most intricate of manner, partnered with the comfiest swivel chair he could seat on where he could ponder on endless reports.

Chanyeol sighed in comfort. It has been a tough day so far, having to deal with investors and potential business partners basically drained his soul and willpower. He just finished reviewing some of the proposals left by his secretary in his table and finished signing some important documents; all he needed to do is close his eyes, take a power nap, boost his memory, cognitive skills, energy level and revitalize his will to finish his work for the day.

A minute barely passed when the door to his office was harshly opened and a brunette barged in. Chanyeol was forced to open his eyes, chasing the blur that was left by his short rest. He eyed the man before him—all dressed in a suit with a frown marring his face. He could feel an onset of a headache.

“What are you doing here?” He said, his deep voice bounced in the four walls of his spacious office as he watched the man before him ed his coat jacket and poised a hand on his waist.

“Hello to you too, babe,” the cheeky brunette answered all saccharine smiles and sweet tone included. Guess it’s time to say bye to his nap time.

The sickeningly sweet voice of his fiancé almost made him gag.  “What the are you doing here?” Chanyeol asked again, his voice firmer this time not minding the half-assed greeting. He doesn’t have time for this nonsense.

“Fetching my dearest fiancé?” the smaller man said, his smile bordering to sinister.

Chanyeol scoffed, leaving the comforts of his chair to tower in front of the smaller male. “How did you enter here?”

“From the door?”

“No , Sherlock.”

It was his fiancé’s time to scoff this time. “If it makes you feel any better, your secretary let me in.”

“Kyungsoo?”

“Who else? Are you having an affair behind my back?”

Chanyeol in a deep breath, feeling scandalized by the proposition. He for one couldn’t and wouldn’t do that accusation, this small brat should have known that already, and that’s against his morals. He favors his good image and filial ways, thank you very much.

“What the hell are you saying? And no, I am not having an affair. If it makes you feel any better, I do not have other secretaries aside from Kyungsoo.”

“Good.”

He watched as his fiancé walked towards his work area, his wide hips swaying in a sensual manner as he claimed the spot behind his desk. He eyed as the shorter ran his index finger delicately on his table, toying with his plaque and even went as far as turning it towards him, reading his name aloud, “Park Chan Yeol.”

As if on cue, a shiver ran down his spine from each syllable that came out of the shorter’s lips. He felt a zap of electricity coursed through his veins from how his fiancé nodded his head in satisfaction from how the syllables of his name rolled out his tongue.

The events finally catching up on him and he froze in horror, realizing that his fiancé was sitting comfortably on his swivel chair, behind his desk, testing his name out loud and looking up at him smugly. His fiancé was indeed occupying mass and space in his office, sitting in his comfiest chair and propping his feet on his mahogany desk no less.

Byun Baekhyun.

This runt.

He lessened the distance between them in favor of turning the swivel chair, causing Baekhyun’s feet to fall unceremoniously and let out a yelp as he scowled at the other male. Chanyeol then leaned down and put his perfectly sculpted arms to either side of Baekhyun.

“Why, is it bothering you?” He smirked and looked down at the still scowling runt.

With a defiant look and head held high, Baekhyun couldn’t help but peer at the giant upwards because ugh he is just too tall even when crouching.

“No. Why should I? I just don’t want to become a divorcee even before I got the chance to get married,” Baekhyun sassed back.

“I see. You know, considering that you are my fiancé and all. You might have a tendency to get jealous and I don’t want to hurt your poor heart.”

“My poor heart, huh?”

“Yes, your poor heart.”

Without further ado, Baekhyun stood up, hands gripping on Chanyeol’s shoulders and kneed him where it hurts the most. Chanyeol howled in pain. Face contorting in a constipated manner as he tried to soothe his aching member. Damn. The family jewels have just been crushed by that brat.

“What was that for?!”

“I don’t know, just testing whether you have the balls to cheat on me this early,” the brunette said nonchalantly, walking to the door as Chanyeol yelled at him to come back.

“No sweetheart. Go move your flat because I am starving.”

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