Dealing With O'brien || A DylMas Fanfiction || [Boy x Boy]

Chapter Three

Little Author's Note;

Hi, hope you're enjoying this book so far.I decided to make a little thing- I'm not exactly sure what to call it.Basically what I feel like listening while I write the chapters so that you don't feel bored while reading them.Enjoy ! (:

-A.

∆|| Chapter Three ||∆  

Feeling; Beyonce, Crazy In Love [Cover By Daniela Andrade]  

|| Dylan's POV ||

I woke up in a daze and .. Sleeping on Minho's lap ?

Ew.

I groaned and turned and tossed on his lap then saw a glimpse of the time.

8:49 A.M

Oh no.

"Minho wake up, we're late !"

"No, I don't want to .. And stop moving around my crotch." He groaned and slightly pushed me away from himself.I rolled my eyes and punched him lightly on the arm."Come on, it's almost nine ! We're an hour late, oh my god." I quickly got up from the couch, went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.I didn't have time to fix my hair so I just quickly throw on a t-shirt with a red tie.

Don't get me wrong.I hate those work outfits, but Thomas told me that I had to wear it for a presentation today.I don't even know what time the presentation starts since I didn't have a chance to talk to him yesterday.All he did was asked someone -Matthew was his name- to guide me and ask him anything I needed to know.

I found Minho still snoozing on the couch when I went to take a piece of bread from the kitchen.

"Minho, you're late.Wake up !" I bite the inside of my cheek and pushed his leg from the couch.

"Huh ? What ? What time is it ?" He questioned, still in a daze and finally getting up and going to the bathroom."It's almost 9, we're gonna get fired." I mentally slapped myself for waking up so late.I should've listened to Minho and set my alarm clock.As always, he's right.Again.

"You mean, I'm gonna get fired." He huffed, buttoning up his favorite blue shirt.

"What ? What do you mean ?" I'm so sure that I'd get fired on the first day.No doubt about it.I never liked waking up early, wearing any formal outfits or even sit on a chair doing work for hours.It was just coincidence that I graduated from a well known University.It was my father after all who forced me to go.

"I mean, don't act like I didn't see what happened with you and Thomas yesterday." I raised an eyebrow at him as he rolled his eyes."What actually did happened between Thomas and I yesterday, hm ?" I questioned and pursed my lips.

"You know .. Okay, forget it.We're late and I just want to be there right now.So hurry up." He shrugged and quickly put on his shoes before running down the stairs, to the car.

"What was that all about ?" I mumbled to myself and slipped my shoes on, following Minho from behind.

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"So .. Tell me again why you're late ?"

"Well, you see .. We .. Um, we .." I can see little sweat beads forming on Minho's forehead as he made wild gestures of his hands.Probably because we had to run up here since no one's going to take the responsibility to fix the elevator yet.

"It's because we got stuck in traffic." I replied casually, shrugging my shoulders when he averted his gaze on me.It isn't the most greatest lie, but that was all I could think of at the moment.

He furrowed his brows, tilting his head slightly to the side, as if debating whether to believe me or not.Then, he brought his hands up to rub his temples.

"Dylan, I told you we had a meeting yesterday.You should've came earlier." He said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at me straight in the eyes.

Uh oh.

I bite the inside of my cheek again, turning away from his gaze and looking anywhere but his eyes.Well, this is weird.

He uncrossed his arms, letting them fall to his sides and sighing slightly."Just .. Just don't come late again.I don't want people thinking this is all just a joke.You're here to work and that's that." He nodded at the both of us- Minho and I- then left to his office.

Minho heaved a huge sigh of relief when we were finally alone.

"What ? It wasn't that bad."

"Isn't that bad ? Are you insane ? We almost lost out jobs !" He frowned, clealy frustrated.

"Well .. I'm sorry okay ? Are you happy now ?" 

"Whatever.Just do what he asks you to do." And with that, the tan skinned male walked away from me.

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"O'Brien !"

I perked up from my work, looking for the owner of the voice.Sure enough, I saw him sitting on his desk through the clear glass wall.Hurriedly, I got up from my desk, leaving some of the papers that still need to be done.I knocked on the glass door as he raised his hand, signalling that I can come in.

"Yeah ?"

"You really need to start being more professional." He chided.

"Does that have anything to do about you asking me to come here ? Because I still have some work to do and if-"

"No it doesn't."

"Then what-"

"I need you to finish this report for me.And I need it done by five o'clock today." He retorted casually.

His tone irritated me.

Annoyed, I snatched the folders from his hands and marched back up to my desk, throwing the reports to the side.At least there was no one sitting on the table beside me.The prick would complain to Tommy boy over there.

But, I could've sworn I saw a little smirk playing on his lips when I stormed out of his office.Maybe it was just an imagination.Or I'm just delusional.Either way, he's probably laughing at the fact that I can't finish all these reports in time.

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|| Thomas' POV ||

I quietly chuckled when he left my office.

Although I can't exactly see him since his back is facing me but I know that he's flustered right now.I didn't mean to make him angry.I just wanted to test if he is capable of just doing a few reports and to learn how to control his anger with customers.

I thought right there and then that he would blow up right in my face.Looks like I thought wrong of him.I still have a lot of work for him to do though.I can't really trust him with any real work yet.The reports I gave him are not that complicated and those were years ago.

Since I already asked Minho to help me with the new ones, might as well train him to do something first.All I've seen him do for the past few days is flirt with other female workers.No, I'm never the jealous type.Never.He'll be crawling back to me once he knows what he's missing.

It's okay.I have something else stored just for him.