Waddup this is probably the most unoriginal thing you will ever read because It's my adaptation of Sekai ichi hatsukoi. However, Ritsu’s character totally pissed me off so even though Yixing’s character is based off him, Xing is NOTHING like him.

If you’ve never seen the anime, I suggest you don’t until you finish this story, just so nothing gets spoiled. This is set in the same world as All I Want Is Everything [Chanbaek] and Black & White [SuDo]. However, it is written in a completely different style can be read as a stand alone fic.
 

 

 

 

One

 

Yixing’s favorite book has always been This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Although Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray and the works of Dickens, Steinbeck, and Shakespeare also ranked high in his personal literary canon, it was the tale of Amory that tugged most at his heartstrings. He loved the blend of narrative and free verse, and is fascinated by Amory’s failed relationship with Rosalind and his quest for self-knowledge and fulfillment.

Or maybe, Yixing saw parallels in his own life, but that was a chapter of his life that he has closed off for good.

Yixing harbored a deep appreciation for literature because he was raised around books. Literally. His father, Zhang Zhen, was the president and CEO of ZED Publishings, a company that regularly released magazines every month, literary, as well as entertainment.

However, it was also because of his father’s position that Yixing had decided to quit.

The catalyst for his recent chance of employment was the whispers of a co-worker whom Yixing had considered a friend. “He’s only a top editor because of his father. He has no talent; why is he getting all the best authors? God, I’m only nice to him to up to President Zhang.”

However, that was all over and done with.

Today, Yixing would start his new job as an editor for ExoZine Publications, Inc. He had a good feeling about this place, Yixing thought, as he paused outside of the building to look up, up, up at the tall, fifteen story monstrosity. This was his chance to really prove himself, without his father’s name and status bolstering him and to make a name for himself as an editor of great literature.

The lobby of ExoZine was spacious and marbled lined. Yixing’s heels clacked in time to the mellow piano music that drifted over the speakers as he made his way to the front desk. The man behind the receptionist’ desk looked to be about twenty or twenty one years old, and had the nametag ‘Oh Sehun: intern’ attached to his shirt. He greeted Yixing with a bright smile and bow as Yixing approached.

“Do you have an appointment?” Sehun asked, politely.

“My name is Zhang Lay,” Yixing replied, switching over to his professional work name. “I’m scheduled to start work here today, as an editor.”

Sehun nodded, and his fingers flew over the keyboard quickly. A moment later, he brightened. “Ah, yes, Mr. Zhang, welcome to ExoZine.”

“Thank you,” Yixing said, already feeling better about his new beginning.

“Here is your ID card and name tag,” Sehun continued, pulling a lanyard out from under the counter. “You can head up to the fourteenth floor, Sapphire manga department.”

Sapphire…manga?

“I think there has been a mistake,” Yixing replied, nervously. “I used to edit literature at my old position.”

Sehun checked again, but shook his head. “It says Sapphire shojo manga, right here,” he said, turning his computer screen around.

Yixing took a look for himself, and saw the writing in fuchsia pink. Sapphire Department: shojo manga associate editor. For a moment, the lobby seemed to sway, and Yixing clenched his fists tightly by his sides.

“But I edit literature,” Yixing repeated, dumbly. “I don’t know anything about manga. I can’t – ”

“Fourteenth floor, Zhang Lay,” Sehun replied, patting him consolingly on the shoulder. “Ask for the editor-in-chief, Kris, and you can discuss transfers with him.”

Yixing accepted defeat, and blindly headed toward the elevators, almost crashing into a tall potted plant. Could this have been a mistake? Or had he, top editor of best-selling novelists, just been stuck in the shojo manga department of ExoZine that published monthly magazines about love for hormonal teenage girls?

Yixing almost laughed at the irony, the fact he, the most cynical person in the world, now worked with manga. He knew, from experience, that love was very different from the stories in those drawings.

There are no such things as happy endings.

The elevator itself had glass walls and flooring, and Yixing peeked over the side as it started to move up, watching the lobby disappear from sight. He kind of wanted to pitch himself off the side because anything but manga please. Then, he was facing nothing but concrete and darkness.

The doors pinged open on the fourteenth floor, and Yixing stepped forward, still deep in thought. He crashed into another body and almost toppled over, but caught himself, and the other guy, just in time.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Yixing said immediately, bowing at the man he had just almost knocked over. “I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings. Are you okay?”

The man nodded, and gave him a curious look. He was short, and had a slim build, with brown hair and big, warm eyes. His sweater vest was neatly pressed, and he had a pen sticking out of the front pocket. “I’m fine,” the man replied, straightening his bowtie. “Are you new?”

“Today is my first day working here,” Yixing nodded. “I am looking for the editor-in-chief of the Sapphire department.”

“Ah, I can show you the way,” the man replied, smiling finally. “My name is Do Kyungsoo. I work in a different department on this floor, with photobooks, documentaries, and tr