“Park Chan Yeol! You ! What is the meaning of this??”

Chanyeol winced as a newspaper landed in his face, his own 1000-watt smile shining next to Sehun on front page. But the Chanyeol in real life right now is far from being able to smile. With shaky hands, Chanyeol held the newspaper where it was so as not to look at manager-hyung’s dead-emitting, laser-shooting, neck-choking killer eyes.

“Hyung-nim, I can explain! I-...”

“Explain what, Park Chanyeol? That he’s just a friend? That he’s just conveniently eating lunch with EXO members and stick to EXO Happy Virus like a ing tail? Do I look like I’m buying your , Chanyeol?”

Sitting next to him, Baekhyun shivered. Rei bit his fingers. Jiaheng fell asleep. D.O. had his eyes open so wide that one could have thought his retinas was going to fall off. And Chanyeol was scared. Dead scared.

“I’m...sorry, hyung. It’s the sesaengs. They just blow things out of-” Chanyeol tried to reason, but was cut off my manager-hyung again.

“If you don’t end things with that boy, you’ll be cut from the team and that’s final. No excuses.” He growled, and Chanyeol was already shaking with fear. Five years of training and this is what he gets. Five years of blood and tears, of late nights dancing his off to dubstep, of giving up a seat in college and now his dreams are at risk of being shattered by a couple of pictures with a unfortunate boy. Chanyeol didn’t think it was fair, but the media begged to differ.

How long is Chanyeol going to last with his high school sweetheart?

How long is EXO going to last?

Chanyeol is seen with mysterious boy...

Chanyeol and pretty boy eating lunch together...

Chanyeol’s going gay for a high school boy...

Fangirls are crying...

Chanyeol was pulling every single strand of hair on his head off by the time manager hyung stormed out of the room. Not a person said a word. They all sat in silence, at a loss for what to do. Tonight they had already been kicked off Music Bank for “not being appropriate enough” to be on broadcast. What about tomorrow? What about the day after that? Would they get banned from variety shows too? Chanyeol dreaded to think that it wouldn’t be long until SM announced that “EXO Park Chan Yeol will take some time off to focus on his studies” while in fact they just wanted to get rid of him. And before long everyone would forget him, forget Happy Virus and Reaction King and The Voice Park Chan Yeol.

Chanyeol was seriously going to cry if that happened.

When manager-hyung came back with a petite girl standing next to him, Chanyeol didn’t have to think long to understand what her presence meant.

“Chanyeol, meet Sulli.Sulli, Chanyeol. Now you two get along well. The rest of you, get your asses back to the dance studio. You have a comeback stage for ‘Growl’ tomorrow.”

Chanyeol stood up as well, but was stopped by manager hyung.

“No, Chanyeol. You stay with Sulli.”

///

“That Shixun boy...Do you honestly think that I won’t hurt him, just because he’s my son?”

“What do I have to do...so that you will leave us alone?”

“Nothing. You are mine to torture all I want.”

///

“Sehun ah, sit down. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Ne.”

Sehun fidgeted in his seat as droplets of water fell from his hair and onto his white shirt. He was still wet from the earlier encounter with his weird- young master, Luhan, and was now stared down by the handsome man who owned this estate. The fact that no lights were really scared the out of him. Master Wu’s chuckles was sending shivers down Sehun’s spine, but he was trying hard not to look frightened.

“No need to be scared. I’m not going to bite,” Yifan said as he sat comfortably behind his well-carved table, eyes fixed on the nervous boy before him. Sehun played with the hem of his shirt while taking occasional glimpses at the God-like man who looked even more devine in person.

“Does Luhan treat you well?” Yifan suddenly asked, and Sehun couldn’t help but wince at the unpleasant memory.

“Yes...Sir.”

Yes as in hell no, he thought. Sehun couldn’t even stand the thought of that arrogant, thick-skinned, big-headed jerk with bleached hair and creepy smirk.

“Please, call me hyung. I’m not that much older than you.” Yifan smiled. Sehun gulped in anxiety.

“Yes...hyung.” He stuttered, and there was that gut feeling bubbling up inside of him again, as if trying to tell him that something wasn’t right.

“Don’t hate him, Sehun, my boy, if he ever does anything bad to you. He’s just...It’s hard to warm up to him, but he’s really a good kid at heart. Because...well, because he was deprived as a child, it is really hard for him to trust people.”

“...I suppose, yes, Sir. I mean... hyung.”

Why is he telling me these things? Sehun diverts his gaze to the grandfather clock behind Yifan. No time to stick around, but he couldn’t just run out of his boss’ office without permission. Junma’s probably not home,so... I should be fine.

“His mother left him when he was a child. Stole my 1,000,000,000KRW and kidnapped my children, holding them for ransom. Good thing we saved Luhan. But the other, Luhan’s twin brother...until now I don’t know where he is.” Yifan said monotonously while scrutinizing the young boy for any sort of reaction. But Sehun didn’t seem too fazed about it.

“I’m so sorry, Sir. I’m sorry for your lost.” Sehun said, but on the inside he was dying to know more. Is Luhan really as complex as his father made him to be? Or is it jsut anothe sob story that he’s seen now and then on TV, made up for whatever purposes that Sehun would rather not think of. But Wu Yi Fan’s eyes, those eyes speak so much anguish and pain that Sehun was beginning to feel something for the man.

“But, why are we talking about that now? Silly me.” Yifan chuckled again. Sehun wanted to leave as the awkward atmosphere was killing him. But Yifan didn’t seem lke he was done with his speech just yet.

“Anyways, I called you in here to ask you something. You see, I need an assistant who can work after hours. Mainly to accompany me to some meetings with my business partners, you know, for dinner and stuff. And I think you’re just what I need.”

“But..why me?”

“You see, Sehun, you’re young and smart. You’re perfect for the job.”

Sehun really thought something was wrong. Why would anyone choose him, out of all people. Why him, the dyslexic kid who was deemed too stupid to go to school, the awkward turtle always sitting by himself at lunch or the docile fanboy that everyone laughs at. Why him, specifically?

“Sehun-ah. There are hundreds of people out there who would kill for this position. Besides, I will pay you twice your salary as our servant. So what do you say?”

///

Sehun didn’t know why, but he accepted the offer.

The walk home was long and hard as he tried to make sense of the situation. First he was applying for a waiter position at Red Candle, but he landed the job at the actually Wu mansion, only to be chosen as Wu Yi Fan’s personal assistant which was 10 times better than before. Should he be happy about it, now that he could help Junma cover some of the living costs around the house? Or is this a blessing in disguise.

Nothing made sense.

Sehun-ah, stop being so paranoid. Master Wu was just being nice.

It had to be it. Wu Yi Fan was being nice. There was nothing more about his offer. It was not like he had any ulterior motives when he asked Sehun to be his assistant. He probably thought that Sehun was Luhan’s friend and shouldn’t be working hard labor in the kitchen, so he gave him an easy job instead. Thus, Sehun was not a girl, so it’s not like Master Wu would take advantage of him or anything.

Sehun thought he was relieved when he found Jongin sitting on his porch, but he was far from right.

“Sehun! Why are you home so latel? Ahjussi has gone crazy looking for you!”

a/n: as said in title T______T this is only the beginning of a very looooong and agonizing agony that will be thrown upon uri Suho and Sehun T___T

is chanyeol getting a fake girlfriend? O_O i didnt just tell you that.

what is Kris planning? OuO sounds evilllllllllll 

thank you for loving this so thus far ^^ please keep going with me till the end ^^ 

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