KaiSoo Prompt 0.004

By now the entire floor had gathered in front of the conference room. They faced the stare off between their boss and their main designer and stylist. 

"I may be the Devil Kim, but you're a liar, a cheat and a fake." 

"Glad we know the basics, now I can let you know I faked every I've supposedly had with you."  

Kyungsoo gasped, as if scandalized, "You take that back."

"Too late, cat's outta the bag. Your game," Jongin paused as if savouring the look of pure horror and pleading that splayed on Kyungsoo's face, "is weak." 

Baekhyun and Minseok's heads flew between the two men, like a tennis match, just waiting for one of them to miss the ball. 

From their position behind Kyungsoo they could see everything but their boss' facial expression.

"This weak still had you like a in heat." 

Heads flew to Jongin. 

"All I had to do was pretend I was getting ed by your older brother and that did the trick." 

Eyes widened as the floor was back to Kyungsoo, who rose to the challenge.

"Ask him next time he s your brains out, how your mom is. I would tell you but all she could say was my name repeatedly and a series of sounds, you probably only hear from a site." 

Jongin stood up abruptly, send the rolling conference chair flying backwards, "You take that back and leave my mother out of this." 

Kyungsoo matched his stance, rising from his seat, albeit slower and with a cutting look in his eyes. 

"Make. Me." 

"Okay that's ing it," Jongin stomped out of the room, barrelling past the secretaries and office workers who had stopped to witness the heated exchange. 

There was silence before Baekhyun's voice cut through Kyungsoo's afterglow. 

"Oh my god, sir he's coming back and, wait- is he wearing his tie?" 

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes that has settled on Baekhyun as soon as he opened his mouth, "Of course he's wearing his tie. He's not completely savage." 

It was at that moment that something hit Kyungsoo's face. It was slightly cold, a kind of plasma feeling. It smelt fresh.

Jongin stood in the doorway, tie wrapped and secured around his head like a sign of war, carton in hand. 

"I always knew you were a chicken, now you have an egg to match." 

Kyungsoo turned to the designer, eyes sharper than a chefs knife. The room was completely silent until the CEO of DO Cosmetics let out a roar. 

"Kim Jongin your is mine!" 

In a fake whisper, Jongin turned to the front door secretary of the corporation and said, "He said that yesterday too. Of course, it was less of a PG thirteen scene then."

He winked at the now red faced woman before taking off down the hall, Kyungsoo on his heels. 

"Kim Jongin! Get back here and fight me like a man you little !" 

"Little ? I'm about to cause a storm in your company, !"

The banter faded as the two men raced down the hall, one running for his life, the other some ingredients short of a full omelet on his face.  

The rest of the employees on floor twenty seven stared at each other and the empty space the two business men once occupied. 

Once again, Baekhyun broke the silence.

"Well at least work's never boring. Back to it people, come on it's just another Monday morning. Files need to be...I don't know, filed, clients called and models found. Move people, move move move." 

Minseok was still staring at the spilt coffee cup on the huge oak desk, even after the other workers had cleared off. 
Baekhyun sighed, it was never easy being the newest employee. 

He patted the newbie's shoulder, "Don't worry. It gets better. They fight like this all the time. Jongin has a problem with Kyungsoo's model choice, they meet civilly and then hell breaks loose." 

Minseok nodded, still seeming in awe. 

His co-worker sighed, "If it helps, Jongdae said he'd you if you were up for it." 

That seemed to pull the other out of his haze, "What?" 

"Stop thinking with your mate, that's my job."