"F*cking 24 minutes! I hope he is not yet there!" it is the first time that Baekhyun is running late for work. He is literally running, towards the elevator. He checked his image on the glossy steel door of the elevator. Baekhyun tried to fix his shirt's collar, he still have to wear his tie, which is still hanging on his shoulder.
He quickly badged in and went inside. He can't help but to clack his tongue when he heard that PCY is already inside the office and is speaking with someone. He quickly took his journal and went inside PCY's office. He is having a private meeting with DO Kyungsoo.
"This is what I was talking about. Even your assistant is late." Kyungsoo's face is obviously full of consternation. "Why are you so concerned suddenly Kyungsoo. You usually don't meddle with small things like this." PCY answered without even looking at Kyungsoo. He is just busy typing on his laptop.
"Of course I am concerned. With our stocks going down, who in the world will not be concerned? Or maybe it is you who does not give a damn anymore. I have heard that you took almost a week off after the luncheon party." Kyungsoo crossed his legs and rubbed his forehead. "I also heard that you also took a week off. So what does that make you too?" PCY stared back at Kyungsoo with expressionless eyes.
"Wait a minute, are we arguing or something?" Kyungsoo raised his voice. "You are the one who came crashing here in my office and started all this unnecessary conversation with stocks. as if our stocks hit rock bottom. I am working my *ss off here. While I guess you also have sh*t loads of work waiting for you at your own office." PCY smirked at Kyungsoo. This made Kyungsoo walked out of PCY office.
Baekhyun avoided getting in Kyungsoo's way as he stormed outside the office. He looked back at PCY who still has that self-satisfying smirk on his face. He looked at Baekhyun.
"And why are you late?" PCY raised an eyebrow to Baekhyun.
Baekhyun bowed down low. "I apologize, I slept late. This is going to be the last time that I will be late." Baekhyun is still bowing down. "Stop that, can you just stand up now. You are not a slave here. Don't be sorry for all the things that you do." PCY said as he leaned against his swivel chair. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands on top of his stomach.
"Huh?" that is all what Baekhyun was able to answer. "The presentation. You're working on the presentation that I ask you to do, right?" PCY looked back at Baekhyun.
Baekhyun can't understand but he felt his cheeks go red. That is the first time that his hard work was noticed. He doesn't know how to answer PCY so he just nodded.
"Don't just nod there. What do you say we go out right now? Eat something out so we can unwind. Then let's just go back later." PCY was quick to stand up and drag Baekhyun by the hand Baekhyun doesn't even have the time to protest. They ended up eating in a café near the office.
While eating, Baekhyun is just silent and tries to concentrate on what's on his plate. "Is there something wrong with you today? Are you sick?" PCY touched Baekhyun's forehead. Baekhyun's reflexes is quick to react, He tilted his head away from PCY.
This made PCY sigh.
"You hate me, don't you?" PCY said. Baekhyun mentally cursed himself. He regretted acting the way he did. "No. I am just... I don't know how to act in front of you." He lowered his head down. PCY smiled. When Baekhyun looked up, that is what he saw. Even PCY's eyes are smiling. He can't help but blush and look away.
"Are you always shy in front of you real boss, Chanyeol?" PCY asked with an amused look. "I don't know. For starters, he doesn't smile at me." Baekhyun continued eating his food. Baekhyun was surprised when PCY pinched his nose. "I like smiling especially at you. Chanyeol is missing a lot then. He has a cute, shy little assistant that makes a cute blushing face whenever he gets teased." PCY exclaimed.
"Will you stop that!" Baekhyun snapped at PCY. But it only made PCY chuckle. "I want to see you more like this. If you are mad, show it. If you feel like you have been wronged by someone, tell it. Show what you feel. Especially around me. It has been a week now that we are together but you still act like I am some kind of a ghost or a scary creature." PCY said with a look of appeal on his face.
After eating they strolled around a nearby park. "PCY?" Baekhyun asked.
"Hmmn?"
"What is the meaning of PCY?"
"Prototype Cyborg Yeol" PCY said. Baekhyun snicker.
"What? What's so funny?" PCY asked back. "Naah, your name is just funny. There is even a personal touch, like giving you a decent name 'Yeol'. Who ever gave you that name." Baekhyun is still smiling.
"My father. He gave me that name." PCY blurted. Baekhyun looked back at PCY, then PCY smiled back. "Chanyeol. He is my father. Everything that I have, came from him. My DNA, blood, all the necessary organs that I have just to look and appear human, came from him. I was drafted from his cell. I am a product of organ generation from cultured stem cell." PCY explained. Baekhyun unknowingly batted his lashes in disbelief.
PCY realized just how cute Baekhyun looked, especially when he looks astonished. PCY tried to avoid looking at Baekhyun by looking for a bench where he can sit. But Baekhyun, who is still mesmerized by what PCY said about his origin, didn't notice the change in PCY's body laguage. He just followed him. "Honestly, you are amazing. You and Chanyeol are exactly the same. So that is the reason then. You have the same DNA as Chanyeol." Baekhyun said.
"Yeah, my mothers, Jongin and Sehun, made sure that I will look, act, sound, even smell exactly as Chanyeol. Even to the last strand of hair we should look the same. That is how they made me. But of course, I am not really human. Like what Sehun said to me. I will never have a soul, like a normal human. Like you." PCY looked serious.
For a moment, Baekhyun has that fleeting thought that he wish PCY has a soul. His heart felt heavy with the thought that PCY is not really human, but a robot. He tried to sound cheerful. "Hey, how much human or machine are you?" he asked.
"Well, I am 60% robot. My bones are made of alloy. My eyes and ears can record. My skin can detect even the faintest electrical pulse. I have 2 main processing units. The one inside my skull is the main processing system, I get all the calculated data that I need from it. The amount of sweat I should sweat, depending on the weather. The amount of beat per second my heart should beat, depending on what I do and what I feel. The way I should react or the emotion that I should show towards a situation, depending on the input from my receptive organs and from my memory. I should say. I am glad Sehun is a genius when it comes to microchip engineering and data processing, I never lagged like common computers." PCY beamed.
"Wow, yeah, now that you mentioned it, you are absolutely right." Baekhyun still has that amazed look on his face. "But the system inside my chest cavity, That is where Sehun and Jongin put all the data that came from Chanyeol's DNA. It is more like a huge storage place where all the things embedded in Chanyeol's DNA are safely tucked." PCY felt his chest.
"Things like what?"
"Chanyeol's memory. Everything. All the people that he knows. All the things that he remembers. All the food and places. Jongin transcribed Chanyeol's DNA to a working accessible data that is why I know everything. That is why I know you, the first time I saw you." PCY leaned on Baekhyun a bit.
"That is totally amazing, really. What else do you know about Chanyeol?" Baekhyun's interest is becoming more obvious now.
PCY crossed his arms on his chest. "Practically everything. Chanyeol's happiness, sadness, hate, fear. Even what his heart desires." That statement made Baekhyun blush.
"Is there anything you want to know about Chanyeol?" teased PCY.
CHAPTER 07: GETTING TO KNOW THE PSEUDO-BOSS
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FanfictionIn the corporate world where nothing is more important than power and money, thrives a frail, clumsy assistant named Byun Baekhyun who has a one-sided love for his boss, the cold, poker face company CEO Park Chanyeol. But when disaster struck and he...