Day 2

Ryeowook buttoned his navy blue blazer, grabbed his phone, bag, and keys as he walked out of his room. The kitchen was already bustling with scents and sizzling. He peeked around the corner, seeing Victoria busily preparing breakfast as if she was avenging herself for last night’s mishap.

Studying the foods cooking, Ryeowook frowned worriedly. Checking the clock, he noted that it was way past the time Kyuhyun should’ve been up. If he was late for work, Ryeowook would be suffering. Sighing, he walked to his boss’s bedroom, opening the door and going over to where the lump of a person slept away the morning. “Kyuhyun, get up,” Ryeowook murmured, shaking the male.

“Hmm?” he mumbled, pulling the blankets higher up around him.

“Time to get up!” Ryeowook exclaimed, shaking him incessantly.

Kyuhyun groaned, shoving the sheets and glaring blearily at the other male. “Why do you do this every morning?” he complained, growling and stumbling to the bathroom.

Walking back out of the room, Ryeowook stumbled to a halt, seeing Victoria waiting for him. She seemed awed and frustrated at the same time. “Why are you waking him up? It’s Sunday. There’s no work, right?”

“He’s coming in for a few hours to do the work he’ll miss during his vacation,” Ryeowook slipped his shoes on, turning the door knob. “Make sure Kyuhyun is on time for work. If not, the company will be upset.”

“But wait—!”

Ryeowook was already gone though – glad to be heading to work with fewer cares. If someone else wanted to take care of Kyuhyun in his free time, then by all means they could give it a shot.

Some ten minutes later, Kyuhyun emerged from the shower, a towel around his waist. He looked at the bed, expecting his clothes to already be laid out. Ryeowook always made sure to coordinate their outfits by color in order to keep them as a pair pleasing to the eyes of clients and other important visitors at the workplace.

Kyuhyun growled deep in his throat, raking fingers through his wet hair. Twisting around, he walked to the living room, seeing Victoria sitting at the dining table waiting for him. Her eyes widened as she took in his form, blushing when she drifted down to see the low hanging of the towel. The prominent bones of his hips were apparent, framing his abdomen. “What was Ryeowook wearing this morning?” Kyuhyun snapped.

“Why does that matter?” she stammered.

He rolled his eyes. “Because we need to color coordinate. If we come in conflicting outfits, there’s less aesthetic appeal to people who see us together at work. What was he wearing?”

“I…uhm, I don’t remember,” Victoria looked down, flustered. Her eyes lit up suddenly though and she waved to the table of food. “But look! I made you breakfast and I—”

“—Dammit, I’m late!” Kyuhyun interrupted, ignoring her. He spun around, heading back into his bedroom and getting changed. There was no other option. It would be a boring grey suit that day. Kyuhyun quickly dressed himself, striding purposefully out of the room and towards the entry hall.

Victoria came up behind him, panic and hurt on her face. “No, wait, Kyuhyun,” she blurted, watching him fumble around, looking for his stuff, “I…well, you can’t go to work on an empty stomach. That’s not good. You should come and eat. I’m sure the company will understand if you’re late…besides, isn’t your roommate your secretary? He’ll explain everything to your boss.”

Snatching up his phone and keys, Kyuhyun started pulling his black, glossy loafers on. “Get your act together,” he spat, tilting his head back to glower at her. “If you’re serious about living with me, then you should’ve already done research on what my schedule is like. I’m not going to be late to work just because you didn’t know what time to get me up for breakfast.” He sighed in clear annoyance, opening the door, “Just stop messing things up. I can’t live well if I have someone so difficult taking care of my affairs.”

Victoria flinched when the door slammed shut. “Bastard,” she muttered, clenching her fists.

Kyuhyun’s hair was slightly windswept and his face was drawn as he walked into his office, passing by the secretarial desk. Entering his main rooms, Kyuhyun smiled faintly at the sight of Ryeowook lounging on the cream leather couch. There was a laptop at the man’s disposal as he waited.

“Good morning, Mr. Cho,” the assistant greeted politely, “there’s a bagel and coffee on your desk, along with the company’s weekly report. Please read it and email the CEO.”

“Two sugars, one cream?” Kyuhyun prompted, picking up the drink and taking a sip.

“Of course, sir,” Ryeowook responded, scrolling through something on the laptop, “I’ve moved all of your appointments back one hour to make up for this morning’s mishaps. Please be sure you’re on time, Mr. Cho.”

The man’s mouth quirked up in mild irritation, “You’re enjoying this way too much, secretary.”

“I probably am, sir,” Ryeowook smiled.

Kyuhyun picked up the bagel and report, walking over to sit across from the slender figure. “So, I must be losing my wits, but how did you know that I wouldn’t rip your head off if you got me a bagel?” He chomped down on the food, chewing softly.

“Raisin bagels with plan cream cheese, blueberry or chocolate chip muffins, and orange scones are all safe foods for quick breakfasts,” Ryeowook answered, typing as he spoke, “coffee is your morning staple and I assumed she hadn’t made it for you.”

“My god, I think I’m falling in love again,” he let his head fall to one side, grinning, “you make my life so simple with your efficiency.”

“Your home life isn’t going to be that simple anymore...,” he muttered teasingly.

“Are you insulting your boss?”

Ryeowook’s face morphed back into the stoic secretary’s, and he shook his head, “No sir, of course not, Mr. Cho.”

“Adorable, too,” Kyuhyun laughed, standing up and heading back to his desk to start on that email. “Please send Mr. Song a present. I don’t want him thinking that I’m purposefully treating his daughter badly.”

“Understood,” he murmured, standing up and excusing himself.

“Wait.”

“Yes?” Ryeowook looked at his boss.

Kyuhyun eyed him carefully, “…wear tighter clothes tomorrow. I can’t see anything.”

“I’m going to charge you with ual harassment one of those days, Mr. Cho,” Ryeowook glowered, shutting the door firmly.

The man just smirked, turning to his computer and pulling up Starcraft.

Ryeowook rolled his shoulders, cursing himself for being so weak. The girl was sitting in the living room, crying and shaking. Kyuhyun was still at a late lunch with some new clients, and so Ryeowook had decided to go home.

What he found was not something he had wanted to find. Victoria was curled up on the couch, sobbing away the day. There was no food on the stove and nothing appeared to have been touched since she had apparently cleaned up the uneaten breakfast. Ryeowook sighed, realizing then that this must have been the natural reaction for all of the previous secretaries who had quit days into their time with Kyuhyun.

Reluctantly, he walked into the room and saw Victoria immediately start wiping at her face, hiding. “It’s okay,” Ryeowook said gently, sitting down beside her and patting her shoulder, “I’m sorry…that Kyuhyun is such a monster sometimes. It’s only been two days though.”

“There’s nothing that I can do to please him!” she cried angrily. “…I don’t even want to move because I’m scared that he’ll yell at me again.”

Swallowing another sigh, Ryeowook withdrew his arm, touching her hand. “Come with me.” He stood up, waiting for her to join him.

After a mere second, she got up uncertainly. Ryeowook nodded towards the kitchen. Once there, he handed her an apron and opened the fridge. “Kyuhyun will eat anything so long as you cook it the way he likes it. What do you want to make?”

“Uhm…,” Victoria looked around nervously. She frowned, saying, “Fried rice?”

“Okay,” he nodded, taking out ingredients, “he likes crispy eggs, peas and carrots, shredded chicken, and kimchi in his fried rice. The rice can be dry or wet in this case. He doesn’t care when it comes to specialty dishes.” Ryeowook looked up at her, seeing a stunned face and no notebook. Brow furrowing, he asked, “Why aren’t you taking notes?”

“Oh, s-sorry,” she fumbled around, finding a notepad and pen, scribbling down what he said.

“Let’s go,” Ryeowook led her to Kyuhyun’s bedroom. Opening up the closet, he showed her the array of suits and casual clothes, “He and I color coordinate as you know. On Mondays, I wear red, Tuesdays I wear black, Wednesdays are white, Thursdays are yellow or green, Fridays are purple, and weekends are blue.”

“Does he know this?”

Ryeowook scoffed, reorganizing the messy closet, “Of course not. He thinks I randomly pick my clothing every morning. Just follow that schedule and you’ll be fine for the week.” Turning around, he offered her faint smile, “That should be enough for now.”

“Thank you…thank you so much,” she stared at him in awe, lips parted.

“It’s alright,” Ryeowook chuckled, “I don’t suppose it would be much fun at all having to do these things for Kyuhyun.”

“He should learn to take care of himself,” Victoria quipped.

“Yes, but that would be asking him to go against his very nature.”

She laughed then, eyes twinkling. “You’re very funny, Ryeowook-ssi.”