The Aftereffects | chanbaek

Talk Business To Me

April 11, 2018

Baekhyun waited in the lobby of Byun Records with Kyungsoo and Luhan, awaiting their car that would drive them directly to P.C.Y. Industry. Baekhyun was leaning back on one of white sofa's, reviewing the proposals he had written up last night for his possibly new trainee. Kyungsoo was sitting opposite of him, thoughtless chewing on the end of a black pen as he read over his own proposals. Luhan was sitting near the window, gazing out at the thriving city surrounded by a beautifully, cloudless sky.

Kyungsoo would every so often glance up at Baekhyun, his eyes full of questions that Baekhyun could practically feel him telepathically yelling. After the third or so time he felt Kyungsoo's large round eyes on him, he sighed and placed his file back into his lap as he shot his eyes up to meet Kyungsoo's.

"Yes? Did you want to ask me something or....are you just going to continue staring at me?" Baekhyun asked with a hint of sass.

Kyungsoo huffed and rolled his eyes before retorting, "Diva, much? And all I wanted to know was, how did you know Mr. Park?"

Baekhyun sighed. He had been expecting this.

"I met him at that coffee shop I love," Baekhyun responded blandly.

Kyungsoo shrugged and retorted, "And, your point, you've met a lot of people everywhere, but not everyone you've met filled a room with sexual or otherwise tension. Sooo, what happened when you....met?"

Baekhyun rolled his eyes and snapped, "Diffidently not that! He had been sitting at my table, and when I politely asked him to move, he had been a bitch about it."

Kyungsoo nodded and hummed, "Uh-huh. Are you sure you weren't the bitch about it?"

Baekhyun's eyes narrowed and said, "Soo, you do realize I'm your boss, don't you?"

Kyungsoo nodded and shrugged as he replied, "Yeah, and what of it?"

"What of it, being that you shouldn't call your boss a bitch. That's a good way to get you fired," Baekhyun teased.

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, fire me and I'll kick your ass, Mr. Byun." Then Kyungsoo smiled cheekily while Baekhyun huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at his childhood friend.

Ten minutes or so later, a sleek black car closely resembling a limousine rolled smoothly up to the front entrance of Byun Records.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes at the dramatics and ordered everyone outside to the pretentious car. But Baekhyun couldn't deny it's beauty as he slide into the back seat with cool, black upholster that smelled exactly like new vinyl - he couldn't decide if it was a pleasant smell or not.

"Damn, Baekhyun, you're boyfriend is expensive," Kyungsoo commented as he took in the sleek black cushions and tinted windows; even a built in mini bar with expensive wines written in a language Baekhyun was hopelessly illiterate too - a frustrating fact.

Baekhyun bristled and with ridge movements he turned to face Kyungsoo as he said in his calmest (deadliest) tone, "What was that, Kyungsoo? Did you just refer to that pompous ass as my boyfriend? Because I sooo hope you didn't, my easily replaced employee."

Kyungsoo merely smiled and replied, "Oh, Baekhyun, you know exactly what I said. And by the way, you'd be completely fucked without my talent at the company."

Baekhyun's eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms before retorting, "Yeah, whatever. And since you're my best friend, I'll let this one remark slide, but do it again, and I'm throwing you in the mail room for a week."