As luck would have it, Ren hadn’t lost his job. Ren had dashed off to another bathroom, fixed his makeup in a flash, finished cleaning up his wounded finger, and had been back in time to oversee the photo shoot. The photo shoot went off without a hitch, despite the fact he hadn’t been able to completely finished his sewing. No one noticed, luckily. Ren dashed around fetching coffee while the camera flashed for Kai and Baekho. Though Ren kept it well covered, he reveled in the fact that Baekho seemed slightly off throughout the entire shoot, and the cameraman noticed. All the yelling directed at his two most hated individuals just had that whole "warm and cozy" effect on him. 

Ren had packed up to go home, sliding in copies of the shots into his bag to weed through for his boss to make the executive decision on. He waved goodbye to Minhyun who was staying late to work on an interview for an article in a magazine. This was how it always worked, they asked for an interview with the boss, and Minhyun sent them the answers to their questions. This way the boss could sit back watching all the apprentice designers file past him whilst over criticizing their designs, with a caramel frappe in his hand.

Ren walked out the door, clutching his card for the bus, messenger bag slung over his shoulder, matching neon pink headphones over his ears. He wasn’t even playing any music, he just wanted to avoid anyone who might get the bright idea to try to talk to him. Of course, Kang Baekho was never one to listed to the unstated rules that appearances gave, which was the only explanation Ren could give for why the man was tapping him insistently on the shoulder.

“What?” Ren asked, unkindly, after seeing who it was,

“I want to talk,” he stated seriously,

“That’s what we’re doing, ,” he snapped back and Baekho jerked back like he had been slapped, staring wide eyed at him. There had once been a time where Ren wouldn’t have been caught dead with such uncouth language at his lips. Those days were long past.

“Come on, I mean let’s go out for coffee or something –“
“Can’t. Busy.”
“With what?” Baekho asked, clearly aggravated,

“I’ve got a date,” Ren invented,

“Clearly it’s not working out if you’re still doing that to yourself,” Baekho commented, indicating to the teensy corner of the white cloth bandage peeking out from under the sleeve of his black bolero jacket. Ren had no answer to Baekho’s words, and just sniffed superciliously, ignoring him. Next thing he knew, Baekho had seized him about the wrist, dragging him towards the parking lot. The boy must have been watching too many dramas if he thought this move was going to work on him.

“YAH!” he yelled, not bothering to be quiet, and having several people stare in his direction. However, this did nothing to deter the boy pulling him along while Ren dug in his heels ineffectively, “Yah!” he yelled again, “Let me go! This is kidnapping! I’ll file a report –“
“You won’t, you’ll lose your job if I can’t be at the photo shoot tomorrow because I was detained by the police.”

“Like I care!” Ren yelled. Baekho dropped his hand, staring at him yet again in disbelief. Ren couldn’t help but privately wonder if the boy’s face was just wired this way, it was practically the only expression he ever gave him.

“Wasn’t this your dream?” Ren couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of Baekho’s question,

“Are you serious? You’re joking right? Yeah, my dream is definitely to fetch coffee, analyze no talent designers who make it big, and to answer interview questions because my boss is too lazy. All the whil