“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.

I've been meaning to post this for quite a while now and I've only gotten a chance to finally upload it now. And of course, yay for my very first story for 2018! Hope you guys like it!

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