his name is yuan. - 찬백

1 - baekhyun's p.o.v.

as i ponder around our usual office get up, i unknowingly shifted my eyes to the elevator in front of me.

an elevator with gold doors.

only the secretary, board of the company and summoned employees can use it. i also heard that it's sanitized thrice a day. talk about the president of the company being a total clean freak.

well, i actually don't know his face, nor his identity. pretty bad for an employee eh? but, i really don't have to know. my only job here is to make coffees for the group and write down the things that were discussed in meetings. i'm the assistant of the graphic team's team leader. and so far, their work is magic.

the amount of stress they go through is chaotic, that even i, a failed artist by the age of five, can feel the saddening energy surrounded by them as they slurped their nth coffee for the day. they had it worst, for thet are the visual, the face of the company. so i'm sure it's very pressuring for our team leader, do kyungsoo.

"aigoo, cap, i can see your wrinkles growing," i said as i shifted my eyes again to my team leader, who is gulping down his now cold coffee, the one i served him 15 minutes ago. so far, that's his longest time of not drinking it after serving it to him.

"ugh," he plopped his face on the desk. the word stress was made for his existence, without stress, there is no kyungsoo. there is no cap.

the bags under his eyes was fascinating. he almost body slammed our big-ass groupmate, zhang yixing, also my best friend, because of the fonts earlier. the fonts.

"listen xing, i don't care if the font helvetica got you to where you are right now, i don't give a single, raging, fuck about it, the helvetica has to go,"

they were close friends outside work, including me, especially me, but of course they were also professionals, debating daily about the output and the betterment of the company.

"but soo, she is a classic," he grasped his own chest, the sudden jolt of his body made the pen in his ear fall, so he slowly picked it again. "she never failed us, think about it, soo," he backs off, and disappeared. well not really, he just went back to his cubicle.

"i'm dying, baek, more coffee, please. my head is not cooperating right now and we have a deadline," he smacked his cheek, wiping his lips and resuming on typing the heck out of his mac.

i hastily stood up, took his we bare bears cup and headed to the pantry, where the coffee machine is located.

as i go there, i saw my other friend, kim jongdae, wallowing himself in self pity, as always. i gave him a smack in the ass, and he shook his head and clasped his mug with steaming coffee with his hands.

"i wish my boyfriend slaps my ass too," i made a face towards his miserable remarks.

the thing is, he can't tell his boyfriend that he's a freak in the sheets because your home boy wears a purity ring that jongdae himself updated on their second anniversary. from a crappy single band made with stainless steel, to a cute thin silver ring. he was desperate.

he truly loves his boyfriend, always there for him, and him the same. but he really wished that he takes the goddamned ring off.

if jongdae wasn't such a self proclaimed bottom, he would have proposed and claimed his boyfriend's hand in marriage ages ago. i don't really get why he's hesitating.

he's not even a bottom.

they don't even fuck.

"baekhyun, my hole has been empty for a decade already. i wash it, take care of it and even go to beauticians to wax it, regularly, baekhyun. what do i lack?" he continues to mumble to himself.