Later that afternoon, Soonyoung had ordered him to call Hansol into the office for orientation that same day. Seungkwan complained about it, of course, because who in god’s name would hire and bring a person back to work in the span of just a few hours? Soonyoung, that’s who.

So, after being forced to listen to the chorus of Hot Line Bling for the nth time, Seungkwan had finally got a hold of Hansol and asked if he could come in to the office upon his boss’s request.

Unsurprisingly, Hansol had no oppositions or questions and said he would be over in half an hour. He could only hope that Hansol would make a quick outfit change. Cause heaven knows he didn’t want to be seen with him wearing those clothes.

Now, did Hansol actually do that?

…

...

Of course he didn’t.

Seungkwan sighed, but stood waiting as Hansol walked over to where he was in the building’s bustling lobby. It was around 4pm on a Monday, but the flow of people coming in and out of the building never ceased. Weirdly enough, despite Hansol’s outlandish appearance there was no reaction from the typical crowd of office workers.

Good. At least the lack of response meant Seungkwan could feel a little less embarrassed by association. That and the fact that Hansol had thankfully decided to lose the shades.

“Hi,” Hansol smiled. Okay, so now that he was able to see his entire face properly Seungkwan couldn’t lie... he was quite attractive. His whole facial proportions were close to perfect- his jawline was chiseled, his eyes were a serene shade of hazel brown, and his eyelashes were so long that Seungkwan was this close to calling him pretty...

Seungkwan coughs. Still didn’t change the fact that he dressed poorly.

“Hi,” Seungkwan gives him a curt nod, “Follow me. I’ll get you introduced to everyone.” Hansol nodded back and silently followed him as he led them over the elevators where he pressed the button for the 13th floor.

Despite the subtle elevator music in the background, things inside the elevator stayed relatively quiet. It was kind of awkward, Seungkwan won’t lie. From the corner of his eye he could see Hansol anxiously scratching at the side of his worn-out jeans. He was also biting his bottom lip and Seungkwan could tell that the guy was close to making himself bleed.

“Did you have anything to ask me?” Seungkwan asked, deciding to spare the poor guy’s lips from turning into a bloody mess.

Hansol blinks. “Uh, just realized I didn’t really know your name or anything,” Hansol confessed, seemingly embarrassed. Seungkwan blinks back.

Oh, right. Seungkwan never did introduce himself.

“Boo Seungkwan. 23 years old. Same age as you. Second head of marketing. Although, I’m pretty sure my title is bull-. Jeonghan just needs someone’s help to actually get done for him.” Seungkwan says all at once, grumbling the last part under his breath.

“Cool. So, we’re like friends then?” Hansol remarks, hands stuffed in his pockets nonchalantly. Seungkwan snarls to himself. No. That doesn’t automatically make them friends.

“I would prefer it if you kept our relationship business-only, thank you,” Seungkwan snaps sassily. Was he being overdramatic? He didn’t think so.

Hansol purses his lips and puts his hands up in defense. “Sure, whatever you say.”

Hansol minds his own business from then on and keeps quiet till the doors open. Once they do, Seungkwan walks them to the entrance and flashes his employee card to open the sliding glass doors.

“This entire floor is the Marketing Department. The large-open room we are in right now is for the employees in the general marketing section. From where we are till halfway into the office is all cubicles, but things are more open-plan than it seems,” Seungkwan gestures to the large white room they were standing in.

“The other separated glass rooms in the back are the different subdivisions; one of them being the Digital and Creative Advertising division where you’ll be working with Jisoo,” Seungkwan points Hansol to the rooms in the back and he just nods his head in confirmation.

As they both walk further into the office, Seungkwan finds himself more and more irritated. No one seemed to care to spare a judging glance at Hansol’s odd fashion, which was dumbfounding because how could you miss his atrociously vibrant tie-dye sweater? I mean, a few of them give Hansol a friendly nod to welcome him, but that was it. So, as another young office lady in an awful floral-printed floor length dress fluttered her eyelashes in Hansol’s direction, Seungkwan couldn’t help but mentally curse her and her stylistically-blind eyes.

May the fashion gods create havoc on your waistline, Janice.

Anywho, continuing on with their tour, the two of them finally reached the centre of the room where the cubicles are swapped out for more visible groups of curved office desks.

“By the way, the smaller glass rooms to the left and right when you first enter are personal designated offices. Two of them are my and Jeonghan’s offices, who you will meet in a bi-” Seungkwan stops mid-sentence when he notices a mess of papers scattered on the ceramic floor in front of them.

Looking up from the mess, he spots a stretched-out figure asleep on top of what seems to be two conjoined desks formed into a makeshift bed. Hansol just stares confused alongside him, both entertained and perplexed at the sight. All the other employees continued to work around the man seamlessly at their own desks as if nothing was out of the norm. They really shouldn’t let this become a norm, Seungkwan sighed tiredly.

“That lazy- over there lying down on his employees’ desks is Yoon Jeonghan. He is the head of the marketing department. If you need help with anything, don’t go to him. He won’t lift a finger unless it’s to his benefit,” Hansol lets out a “oh” and says nothing more.

Apparently in today’s events, after Jeonghan was able to pull two employee desks together, he had apparently wiped all of the important filing papers onto a “neat” pile on the floor in order to take a “well-deserved” afternoon nap following his early lunch break. Seungkwan smacked his head and groaned. Only Jeonghan would take a rest in the middle of the day with his hands behind his head as if he wasn’t in the middle of a busy office. Seungkwan is not going to even ask about whose desks those were and what those people were forced to do.

“Hyung!” Seungkwan shouts. Jeonghan barely jolts awake before rubbing his eyes and yawning. Hansol seems amused, but Seungkwan won’t let him be entertained further.

“Our new employee is here, don’t you think you should introduce yourself?” Seungkwan advised through his teeth.

“Who?” Jeonghan yawns again. “Channie? I already met him though. He’s a cutie-pie, that boy,” Jeonghan hums as he sits himself up and stretches his arms out, wacking the flower vase on the employee desk next to him. Hansol grimaces as the vase falls to the floor and breaks. Minhyuk- if Seungkwan recalls his name correctly- just stares at the broken pieces emotionlessly and then buries his head in his palms.

“No, not Chan,” Seungkwan shakes his head and gestures to Hansol. “Him. This is Hansol, he’ll be working with Jisoo over at C.A.”

Jeonghan finally looks at Hansol and whistles. His eyes give Hansol one look over from top to bottom.

“Nice.”

Hansol scratches his head bewildered, watching as Jeonghan bites his lip and gives him a greasy wink. “Thanks?”

Seungkwan groans, “Stop hitting on the new hires! And could you please get to work!”

Jeonghan jumps off the desks, not caring to put everything back in its proper place. Instead, Seungkwan does it for him with the help of Hansol. Seungkwan would thank him, but he was still on the fence about acting friendly or not- maybe when Hansol shows some actual effort and gains some common (fashion) sense.

Before Jeonghan has the opportunity to walk away, probably to find somewhere else to sleep, Seungkwan steps out in front of him. “Jeonghan, Wonwoo has been nagging me about when you’re going to email him our department’s expense list from last month! Every department has already emailed theirs except for ours!”

Jeonghan brushes his silver-grey hair out of his slender face and pats Seungkwan's head as if he were a child throwing a tantrum. “Don’t worry, I have Channie going over the expense list one last time as we speak.”

Seungkwan frowns. “Fine. But, can you please refrain from sleeping in the middle of the office and disrupting the workplace?”

Jeonghan just hums and walks off. Hansol coughs. “Charming guy.”

Seungkwan groans for the umpteenth time. “Sure is. Let’s just get this tour over with.”

A bit later, Seungkwan stops in front of another desk- this time, there’s a well-dressed man actually sitting and working in front of a computer.

Seungkwan taps on his desk and the navy-suited man looks up from his screen.

“What’s up Seungkwan?” he greets him casually, giving Hansol a friendly smile as well.

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