In somewhere downtown, sits a man inside a room he prides himself with.

It’s it not so big, but not so small, sitting in the second floor of a random building in the suburbs which he shares with other 8 owners (he guesses so because lol he has never tried socializing with them before). It has a window to the outside world, and the most important benefit is that the restroom is located just beside his room, in case the call of nature decides to call on him during ungodly hours.

The walls are painted in ocean blue, with a sprinkle of whites. Very relaxing, yes. To add up, the room is cool, with soft breezes blowing through occasionally-courtesy of the air conditioner. Even the room smells like the ocean itself- the kind of smell that makes you want to get up and play under the sun, but in the same time forces you to stay on your bed because the scent is too comfortable. Themedium-sized window to the outside world is located on the right side of the desk that you often see in dramas -100% pure wood bulky, but polished and expensive-looking desk- which the male sits behind. Enough sunlight peers in from the windows, illuminating the room with enough light, but not too blinding. Just perfect. All of the stuffs above makes the room qualified to be called a private beach-minus the sand and the croaking sounds of seagulls. And it is all not possible without a little help from Glade Ocean Escape Air Freshener.

The man crosses his legs in an elegant manner which can challenge kings and princes, contributing to the very drama-like scene of a CEO sitting inside his private room. This indicates how much effort he’s been putting to be able to sit in such way that must had his jewels screamed in agony in some point of his life. He tousles his hair in an attempt to fix it, then straightens the white coat around him (that has made lots of people look bad, but somehow he just gets smarter in that) and flips the bronze-colored name plate that has been facing him this whole time.

“Wu Yifan – Psychiatrist”

a/n: a project that most likely will be done in.... 1234153 years later. highly developable to become an ot12 fic but nah too lazy. I just want to see Krease as a chic psychiatrist /sobs/ and to fulfill my inner krisoo desires, but this is a kaisoo fic.