Baekhyun knew that he wasn’t really the world’s nicest person. Although he oftentimes didn’t really intend on being an insufferable , he knew that he was horrible at managing stress and had a pretty quick temper which, if he was being honest, almost always landed him in trouble. However, he really couldn’t understand just how much of a horrendous person he was for things like this to continuously happen to him. At the worst possible time, too.

          “Park Chanyeol?”It had been approximately four years since Byun Baekhyun had worked under Krystal Jung. And in those four years, he could not recall a single moment wherein the usually cold fashionista actually smiled with as much sincerity as she did at that particular moment where a painfully tall, casually dressed, now-black-haired photographer stumbled his way towards them, smiling softly and nearly tripping over his own two feet in the process. “Award-winning photographer Park Chanyeol?”

          “That’s me…” said award-winning photographer affirmed, bowing politely at the woman who looked a mix of both astounded and delighted. “Hi, uh, I’m sorry to barge in like this, but—” Chanyeol was scratching the back of his head again in nervousness as he spoke, eyes directly boring into Baekhyun’s own shocked ones, “—but I really needed to talk to you,” he said firmly, making Krystal let out an uncharacteristically feminine “eep!” in response.

          “Chanyeol, this really isn’t the time to—”

          “What are you talking about, Baekhyun-ah?” Krystal interrupted, sounding way too friendly and not like her usual demonic self as she pulled the startled designer to her side, turning them away from the photographer as she hissed, “You better go and talk to him, Byun Baekhyun. I don’t know who you got to photograph the shoot tomorrow, but unless it’s some world-renowned photographer, I want you to cancel them. Park Chanyeol is one of Korea’s best fashion photographers. We need him to do the shoot. And the show, too.”

          “But—”

          “If you this up,” Krystal looked like she was about to spout out acid with the toxicity of her tone then, smiling with malice at the designer who was this close to ting his very expensive slacks. “I will make sure that the closest you ever get to a piece of fabric is when you’re getting clothes from the Homeless Shelter, do you get me? Now. Make. It. Happen.”

          It was around five in the afternoon when Baekhyun’s already sky-high temper slowly began to dissipate. By that time, he’d already consumed a hefty lunch and approximately 3.72 cups of coffee, courtesy of Tao who, if he wasn’t so good at making the damn coffee, would most likely be wearing, carrying a boxful of desk items because if Baekhyun had to hear his snarky assistant snigger at his misfortune one more time, he really would have blown a gasket.

          Thankfully, the statuesque photographer had agreed to leave the office premises (conditionally), and so now, Baekhyun could really throw himself into his work; fingers tapping away maniacally on his keyboard, occasionally stopping to reach for his trusty mug of a caffeine buzz before speeding away again, mailing suppliers, checking up on the on-site staff to make sure everything was running smoothly at the venue, messaging his colleagues about last minute reminders about tomorrow’s shoot, and checking with the other stylists, designers and agencies involved with the next day’s activity.

          He tried to postpone actually contacting the models coming in for the shoot, but all too soon there was nothing left to be done but make phone calls to the six models coming in to try on the seasonal line. Huffing in frustration, Baekhyun started making rounds with each model, starting off with the three females (including his Satan-boss’ Satan-sister, obviously) before eventually running out of time and needing to contact the last two contracted models…

          “Baekhyunnie hyung!” A silent scream pleaded to slip from his lips but Baekhyun did his best to remain his composure hearing such a smug voice on the phone. “I knew you couldn’t resist calling me, hyung! What’s the matter, need a little lovin’?”

          “Jongin, is Sehun with you right now?” Baekhyun grumbled instead, choosing to ignore the arrogant male’s assumptions as he gritted his teeth; delicate fingers of his free hand sinking into the badly abused stress ball he kept handy at his desk side.

          “Oh, so you’re lookin’ for a , aye? I knew you had a side, hyung…”

          “Baek hyung, you’re naughty…” Sehun’s voice cooed from the background, chortling amusedly at the sputter Baekhyun choked out in response.

          “What can us gods do for our y boss, huh?” Jongin purred, voice sounding all ual and illegal that Baekhyun had to roll his eyes in complete and utter disgust; completely fed up with the male already. “Or did you just miss us, hyung? See, we knew we left a great impression on you on that flight…”

          “Hyung, I’m totally fine with sharing you with Jongin – he’s my best friend, you see…” Sehun added.

          “Can you two boneheads focus here!” And finally, he snapped. The vein on Baekhyun’s forehead was throbbing now, and the sound of his exclamation startled even his assistant on the other side of the door. Tao looked up from his computer (he was playing a Barbie dress-up game) and stared at Baekhyun, grinning toothily as if he could hear the designer’s conversation (which, if Baekhyun was being realistic, was probably the case because Tao was a notorious busybody who happened to have access to a certain someone’s intercom).

          “Feisty! Jongin, our Baekhyunnie hyung is so cute!” Sehun guffawed. “Hyung, don’t get too worked up yet, me and Jongin aren’t even in the room… Imagine how you’d be tomorrow – all hot and bothered because—”

          “God damn it, Oh Sehun will you shut the up and listen!” Baekhyun hissed, knowing full well that Tao was already pretty much eavesdropping (and not being very discreet about it, if the fact that he was hiding a laugh behind his hands was any indication) on this ridiculous conversation with two lunatics.

          “Ouch, hyung, you’re hurting our feelings!” Jongin whined.

          “Be at the studio tomorrow at 9AM sharp. If you’re late, I will have you both hung out from the top of Namsan tower by your balls!” And with a giant huff, Baekhyun hung up. Tao was still laughing outside, though, so Baekhyun growled, “Huang Zitao! Get your in here, now,” making the poor Chinese boy jump out of his skin and trip his way over to his boss’ office; tail tucked firmly between his legs in fear.

          “Y-yes, Ge?” he murmured, sounding like a pre-teen girl in his shy accent.

          “Get me more coffee. Now. I have to do.”

          “Right away, boss,” Tao saluted, picking up the empty mug from the irritable designer’s desk. “Oh, but wait, you have a dinner to get to, Baek – a Mr. Park Chanyeol called not too long ago while you were taking a piss; says he’s picking you up in twenty minutes…”

          “.” Apparently, Baekhyun’s bad fortune quota for the day was still not filled.

          As Baekhyun moved on autopilot across the lobby of his office building, a million thoughts ran through his completely confused mind; most of them involving swears and curses about his woeful life. He really, really tried to be even just a little bit optimistic, but thoughts of the past few days ever since he’d gotten back from Beijing continued to plague his mind and he frowned, wondering how in the name of hell things got so complicated.

          For so long now, Baekhyun sincerely wished to be able to move past what had happened between himself and his douchebag of an ex, and just when he thought he might have a chance of doing just that, the gods of fate decided to with him instead. And now, he had a string of total whack-jobs lusting after him and he hasn’t got a clue why. To top it all off, his job was driving him up the wall with stress and his brother’s lovey-dovey pictures on his Instagram page along with his mother’s daily reminders that she expects the Byun family name to continue on just about had him at his breaking point. And now he had to have dinner with someone he’d hoped to never, ever see again.

          “Baekhyun!” As expected of the young photographer, he looked every bit as handsome as he had that night in Beijing and Baekhyun could already feel his knees turn weak at the sound of the guy’s voice calling out his name as a sleek silver Audi parked up right in front of the designer still in his work clothes. “Hey, hop in.”

          Wordlessly – and thinking about his impending death at the hands of one Krystal Jung if he botched this up – Baekhyun slid into the y hunk of metal; nodding soundlessly at a smiling Chanyeol who immediately pulled out and back into the traffic that was rush-hour Seoul. “How was your day? I hope you’re hungry…”

          “You didn’t have to pick me up,” Baekhyun said instead, shifting uncomfortably under the seatbelt. “I could have just met you at the restaurant; I’m still in my work clothes, I look gross…”

          “You look pretty great to me, though,” Chanyeol said wholeheartedly, sparing a glance sideways to smile warmly at the stunned designer whose heart began to beat erratically in his chest. “Much better than you did at the wedding, if I’m being honest. You look more… I don’t know, normal, like this—not that you looked abnormal or anything; just that—”

          “Chanyeol, what do you want with me? I thought me not picking up your calls or replying to your messages was clear enough,” Baekhyun sneered, avoiding looking at the taller male to ignore the look of utter hurt on the boy’s face.

          “Baekhyun, I… just thought we had something,” Chanyeol earnestly replied, “You know, at the wedding. I just… You were… We—”

          “I don’t date guys already in relationships.”

          “What? Wait, what are you talking about?” Now Chanyeol looked genuinely confused. His hand reached across the middle console and grabbed hold of Baekhyun’s clammy fingers, squeezing so gently that Baekhyun couldn’t help but feel the warmth of Chanyeol’s palm spread all throughout his body. “Baek, I’m single – been single for a while now, actually.”

          “At the wedding, you—That girl who kissed you!” Baekhyun spluttered, going red as a tomato because wow, Chanyeol looks so attractive right now, with the street lights illuminating his face and that baffled yet gentle smile and oh good heavens he has such wonderfully brown eyes and those lips—

          “Oh! That was Luhan’s other sister! We kind of went out – it was a blind date and I thought Luhan knew I was gay, I mean, come on! But yeah, he set me up with his sister and holy crap it was awful! I mean she was nice and everything – very pretty, obviously – but not for me, you know? Lady parts kinda freak me out, to be honest. Strictly homo, here,” Chanyeol explained, ranting like he usually did. “But yeah, I felt bad so we ended up going on a few more dates and I think she might still like me but I really…”

          “Chanyeol,” Baekhyun couldn’t help but laugh now. “It’s okay, I get it. I’m sorry.”

          “Okay, cool,” Chanyeol grinned, “Because you should know – I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since Beijing… So I really hope you’re hungry.”

          “Bring it on.”

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