Something Flutters

Someone Else

Present Day

The second Sehun puts down his phone, Chanyeol comes rushing in his office, looking comfortably casual in his untucked black dress shirt and tight denim jeans. Although Sehun initially disapproves of Chanyeol's relaxed style around the office, it no longer bothers him because he's gotten so used to it.

And something else he's gotten used to is Chanyeol's persistence in making sure he treats their employees to dinner at the end of every month.

"Are you ready, Mr. Oh?" Chanyeol asks with an impish grin as he plops down on the chair in front of Sehun's desk.

Sehun quirks his eyebrow. "Why do you always look excited before we go out to eat? Does Baekhyun not feed you enough at home?"

"He feeds me plenty," Chanyeol counters with slight indignation in his tone.

Sehun stares at Chanyeol for a second, secretly admiring his friend for standing up for his lover even when Baekhyun sent him to work today with nothing but a free sandwich coupon for the nearest deli.

Able to read Sehun's thoughts, Chanyeol sits up straight and clears his throat. "There's nothing wrong with sandwich coupons. I still get to eat."

A small smile graces Sehun's sharp features. "I guess you're right."

"Food is tastier when it's free," Chanyeol continues, his eyes daring Sehun to disagree.

Sehun nods. "Definitely."

"Store bought food is not that far behind from homemade food. It's good too," states Chanyeol as he spots Sehun's lunch box on top of the file cabinet - the lunch box that Luhan prepares everyday for Sehun.

Sehun grins, aware of how lucky he is. "I'm sure."

Chanyeol groans, defeated. "Fine! Lunch wasn't enough for me. I'm absolutely starving, so let's go eat now! And would it kill you to share your lunch sometime, Sehun? You had sweet and sour pork with stir-fried noodles today!"

Standing up, Sehun asks, "Would you share your lunch coupons?"

Chanyeol looks scandalized. "No way."

"There you go."

Chanyeol stands up and shakes his head. "It's because Baekhyun only gives me one!"

Sehun chuckles. "I know."

"Then why are you asking?!"

Sehun shrugs. "For entertainment?"

Chanyeol narrows his eyes into slits. "Aren't you the perfect Satan."

Sehun sighs at the nickname, one that Chanyeol coined for him since law school. "You need to stop calling me that," he says, putting his phone in his pocket.

"It suits you," Chanyeol argues. He sticks his tongue out, and Sehun wonders briefly how someone his age can still do something so childish.

He opens his mouth to retort, but stops when there's a knock on the door. "Come in."

Their secretary enters, holding a slip of paper. "I'm sorry to bother, but Ms. Da left a message saying she wants you to contact her via a new number."

"Oh. Put it in my coat pocket," instructs Sehun as he steps out from behind his desk. "I'll make sure to call her tomorrow."

"Yes," she says as she walks over to the black wool coat on the hanger and slips in the note with the number before leaving.