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Baekhyun loves the sounds of his office. Keyboards clacking, paper printing, doors slamming open and closed. The smell of coffee and ink in the air comforts him more than anything, even being in the arms of a loved one (not that he’s had much experience there outside of family). It’s a little ridiculous, he knows. Work is supposed to be taxing, hard, a way to survive in the modern world, but it’s more than that to Baekhyun. This office is his dream.
Since he was fourteen, he’d wanted to work at For You. It’s one of Seoul’s, no, the world’s biggest fashion magazines. He watched fashion show after fashion show, made friends with the most stylish kids at his schools, and bought every issue. He double-majored in journalism and design to struggle through a year as an unpaid intern, and then work his way slowly to the top. Now, at twenty-eight, he’s finally settled into his role as the Senior Editor. He’s content, happy, and he loves his job.
“-hyun, Baekhyun.” Jongdae slams his hands onto Baekhyun’s desk startling him out of his reverence. His best friend stands above him, sneering.
“Jesus, Jongdae,” Baekhyun says. His blue-light glasses slip down his nose, and he pulls them the rest of the way off to rub at his eyes. “What now?”
“Don’t ‘what now’ me, Baek,” Jongdae says as he leans back and crosses his arms. “You’ve been ignoring me for the past five minutes.”
Baekhyun opens his eyes to look directly at Jongdae’s ugly cat sweater, and he can’t help but cringe.
“Maybe I was doing it so I didn’t have to look you,” he says with a wave of his hand at the offending clothing. “I still can’t believe you work at a fashion magazine and dress like that.”
“Oh, bite me,” Jongdae huffs. “I came in here for a reason, not to be lectured about my outfit. I like this sweater.”
Baekhyun rolls his eyes, but motions for his friend to continue. Jongdae clicks his tongue and sits on the desk. They’re both silent for a moment, and Baekhyun starts to worry. He thinks Jongdae might have bad news about their recent spread. The photoshoot is something new to them, a more risqué style, but he thinks it’s a great idea. Jongdae seems tense, and Baekhyun really hopes that they won’t have to push the publication date back. That will piss off tons of readers and lower their subscription count for months.
“You remember we have that dinner tonight, right?” Jongdae asks, biting his lip.
“Of course.” Baekhyun raises an eyebrow. That’s not at all what he expected this to be about. They’ve had this dinner planned for a few weeks and everything seemed to be going perfectly. “Yixing won’t let me forget.”
“Yeah, well, I need-” Jongdae inhales sharply and lifts his face to the ceiling. Baekhyun can tell he doesn’t want to say what he’s about to. “I need your help picking out clothes.”
“You’re joking,” Baekhyun says with a flat voice. Jongdae never asks for fashion advice, especially from his best friend. Baekhyun is a good friend, but he not the most sensitive guy. He likes to poke fun, and Jongdae is his favorite target.
“That guy I’ve, uh, been telling you about?”
Baekhyun furrows his brows as Jongdae’s face flushes pink. He can feel the corners of his mouth twitching, and holding back is almost painful.
“…the one you met at that dim sum place?” Baekhyun asks tightly. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth.
Jongdae doesn’t respond but nods his head as his blush reaches the tips of his ears. Baekhyun can’t hold it in anymore and bursts into laughter. His sides ache as he falls back in his chair, gasping for breath. Jongdae kicks him in the knee, but he doesn’t care. This is the most he’s laughed all week.
“Let me guess,” Baekhyun says wiping his face. “Dim Sum Cutie is gonna be at the hotel tonight?”
Jongdae grumbles out something about the dude working there. He’s pouting with his arms crossed, and Baekhyun wants to coo at how cute he looks.
“Haven’t you guys already gone on a couple of dates?”
“Yeah, but this place is super high end and we’ve only ever gone out to cheap places. I want to impress him,” Jongdae whines.
“You’re adorable,” Baekhyun says. Jongdae kicks him again and this time he cares. “Oi, stop kicking me!”
“Stop making fun of me,” Jongdae whines louder. A light knock comes from the doorway and both men startle.
“What’s going on in here?” Jongin stands at the door balancing a stack of paperwork and a couple of coffees. Jongdae hops off the desk to grab both coffees from him, and hands one to Baekhyun.
“Jongdae was asking me for fashion advice,” Baekhyun says with a smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He takes a sip of his coffee as Jongdae glares at him.
“Why?” Jongin asks as he hands the top of the stack to Baekhyun. “I need your signatures on these.”
“His boyfriend works at the place we’re going to dinner tonight,” Baekhyun says his grin growing bigger as he skims the paperwork and scribbles his signature. Jongdae cuffs him on the ear.
“You’re a dick,” his best friend speaks at the same time as Jongin asks, “Dinner?”
They both turn to look at the youngest on their team. He’s clutching the rest of the papers close to his chest and his eyes are wide. He’s been working with them for two years at this point, but sometimes he acts as if he barely knows them. It blows Baekhyun’s mind that someone so sexy can be so shy.
“Uh, yeah,” Jongdae says. “The team’s going out to celebrate our revenue from the last issue. You’re invited, dork.”
“We sold twice as many as Vogue,” Baekhyun adds.
“Oh, right. I totally forgot,” he says looking over his shoulder towards the rest of the office. From Baekhyun’s private office he could see the entire floor space, the interns running around with coffee and copies, Kyungsoo’s standing desk, and Jongdae’s ugly red one filled with knickknacks and empty paper cups. Across the way is Yixing’s glass-walled office, and down the hall is their Editor in Chief, Lee Taemin. “The whole team’s going to be there?”
“Yep, and don’t worry we’ll make sure you can sit right next to our dear Kyungsoo.” Jongdae has a shit-eating grin on his face, and it’s Jongin’s turn to blush.
“We have way too much office romance,” Baekhyun says lightly and stands up to shove Jongin out of the office, pushing the signed papers into his sweater. “Take these to Yixing for me, okay?”
He turns around to face Jongdae again with his hands on his hips, “Now, let’s discuss outfits.”
“Holy shit,” Baekhyun says as the car pulls up in front of the hotel. He’s squished in the very back seat between Jongdae and Jongin. He’s been complaining the whole ride that his suit is going to get wrinkled while Jongdae whines about having to sit next to Baekhyun. But neither of them tried very hard to claim the two middle row seats. A sharp glare from Kyungsoo shut them up as soon as they opened the car door.
Yixing smiles brightly over his shoulder at Baekhyun. “I told you. Welcome to La Vigilia Hotel.”
The hotel is gorgeous. It stands twenty stories high, a glimmering black tower that reflects the lights of the city. Surrounding the hotel is a small, but lush garden. Something that’s rare to see this deep in the heart of Seoul. Baekhyun stretches across Jongin’s lap to get a better look at the dozens of rose bushes outside the front entrance.
“Wow, wow! You’ve outdone yourself this time, Yixing,” their Editor in Chief says from the passenger seat. Yixing beams at the compliment, his dimples catching shadows in the dim light. He’s too cute and Baekhyun can’t resist leaning forward to pinch his cheek.
The driver pulls up to the front doors and they all pile out of the car. Taemin exits last to pay the driver and tells him to be back in a few hours. Their Chief looks extra crazy today in a bright yellow suit, a white turtle neck underneath, and blue dress shoes. Only he’d be able to pull it off, and there'd be no doubt the outfit will be featured in tomorrow’s tabloids. No one on the For You team gets media attention but the Editor in Chief – his reputation proceeds him. Baekhyun pulls Yixing’s arm around his shoulder as they enter the lobby, and they’re all baffled again by the décor.
While the outside of the hotel is chic and modern, inside the high ceiling, hardwood floors, stone cobbled walls with a big burning fireplace in the center of the lobby resembles an old Western castle. Near the fireplace and surrounded by plush looking chairs and couches is a gorgeous grand piano. Towards the back of the lobby, the front desk sits in between two curved staircases.
“C’mon,” Yixing says pulling Baekhyun forward. “The restaurant is on the second floor.”
Baekhyun stares at everything. He drags his hands up the delicately crafted rails of the staircase, and he gestures to it looking at Jongdae with wide eyes. His best friend lets out a brief huff of laughter, but it isn’t the reaction Baekhyun is used to. Usually, Jongdae would roll his eyes and make endearingly tart comments on Baekhyun’s love for beautiful railing (innuendo intended). Now, Jongdae’s frantic – darting his eyes around the hotel and playing with his sleeve cuffs. Baekhyun hadn’t been surprised when Jongdae admitted he doesn’t own a single suit, only a handful of button-downs and slacks. Luckily, Jongdae is only a few centimeters shorter and fits into one of Baekhyun’s. It’s black with pinstripes barely a shade lighter and compliments Jongdae’s slim figure wonderfully. Baekhyun cuffed the ankles just a bit, despite the near-perfect fit, to show off the colorful long socks he let Jongdae pick out. It gives the outfit the right bit of Jongdae without being too Jongdae.
As they reach the top of the stairs Baekhyun wanders to the back of the group and matches his best friend’s slow pace.
“You okay?” Baekhyun asks his voice soft. Jongdae looks up at him before flicking his eyes over his shoulder and around the building again.
“I’m nervous, Baek,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “And it’s stupid. We’ve been dating for a couple of weeks, and I shouldn’t be this worried about him seeing me with work friends. In a suit.”
“It is a little stupid,” Baekhyun says and he puts his hands up in surrender when Jongdae snaps his head up. “Relationships are all a little stupid. It’s normal that you’d be freaked.”
“Yeah, especially since he might be meeting you,” Jongdae says. He’s frowning at Baekhyun, but his shoulders aren’t as tense as they were a few minutes ago.
“I’m going to ignore that because I know you get snappy when you’re nervous,” Baekhyun says as he grabs Jongdae’s wrists and straightens his cuffs. “Now, you’re going to have a fun night with your best friends, and if you see Dim Sum Cutie, you’re going to introduce him to us.”
“But-”
“Nope,” Baekhyun interrupts him. “You have no choice. Especially because I’m so willingly spending the night at Kyungsoo’s place,” he adds with a wink.
Jongdae turns bright red and splutters. Before he can manage a full sentence, however, Kyungsoo is standing in front of them with his hands on his hips.
“Let’s go,” he says and spins around to walk back to the group waiting for them in front of the restaurant. Baekhyun wants so badly to argue, but knowing better, snaps his mouth shut, and follows.
“This place keeps getting more gorgeous,” Baekhyun whispers harshly to his friends. “Can I please live here?”
“The rooms are $200 a night, so I don’t think you want to,” Yixing says patting the hand Baekhyun's resting on his thigh.
“Oh, that makes my heart and my wallet hurt,” Jongin says from across the table. Kyungsoo nods stiffly in agreement. They were seated a few minutes ago, and the waitress brought them water and hot towels. Baekhyun almost cried when he picked up his hot towel and instantly pressed it against his cheeks.
“Yixing, how often do you come here?” Kyungsoo asks. “I didn’t think your salary was that large.”
Yixing blinks owlishly at him before breaking into a fit of giggles. His red velvet suit crinkles magnificently as his shoulders shake. Yixing always rocks the open collar, no tie look.
“That’s a great question Kyungsoo,” Taemin says as he folds his hands on the table and leans forward. Jongdae and Baekhyun copy his position. If there’s one thing they all have in common, it’s their love for gossip.
“I don’t stay here,” Yixing finally says after he wipes the laughter from his eyes.
“Then, how d’you know the restaurant?” Jongin’s the one to ask this time. Baekhyun thinks he looked extra sexy tonight with his long-sleeved button-up, black vest, and matching tie.
“I’m very good friends with the owner’s daughter, Yoora.”
Baekhyun can’t help the way his eyebrows rise. “Like, the restaurant’s owner?” he asks.
Yixing shakes his head, a strand of his bangs falls free from the gel to lie against his forehead. “Nope, the hotel.”
The entire team’s jaws drop – well, Kyungsoo’s eyes widen, but that’s pretty much the same thing for him – and Baekhyun screams a little.
“Oh my god,” Jongdae says, resting his head against his palms. “You know a literal heiress.”
“We went to high school and college together,” Yixing explains.
He laughs at them all before the waitress comes back to ask for their orders. Everything on the menu looks so delicious and so expensive that Baekhyun’s never felt more guilty eating. It doesn’t stop him from ordering the pomegranate braised lamb shank – whatever braised means. He also orders a cocktail, but he feels less embarrassed when Jongdae and Taemin both ask for one too.
The evening is spent in a blur of drinks, the most delicious food Baekhyun has ever eaten, and laughter. The restaurant, while high end, is lively and fun. Yixing tells stories from the last time he visited his family in China that has Taemin snorting into his wine glass. After a few cocktails, Baekhyun’s skin is warm and he’s pleasantly buzzed.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” he says as he pushes his chair back. Everyone at the table gives him little waves and goes back to the conversation.
He could go to the bathroom inside the restaurant, but in Baekhyun’s buzzed brain it makes a lot more sense to use the one in the hallway. It’ll be an excuse to explore. After coming out of the washroom – it has little mints and more hot towels – Baekhyun wanders the second floor. He runs his hands over the rails of the balcony overlooking the lobby and drags his fingers along the dark stone pillars that appear to hold up the ceiling. There’s something oddly peaceful about the entire building. It might be the happiness and alcohol in his blood, but it feels like he belongs here. He rests his head against the cool stone and lets his mind drift as he watches the people below.
Baekhyun doesn’t know how long he’s been leaning against the pillar, but it must’ve been only a few minutes before he hears someone clear their throat.
“Uh, ‘scuse me. I need to change the lightbulb,” a deep voice says in a rumble behind him.
“Hmm? Yeah, sure. Sorry,” Baekhyun says and turns to leave. The words Sexual Fantasies are right in front of him, in bright red, and as he drags his eyes up to the face of the man, he realizes the words on the sweatshirt are a prophecy.
Looking down at him with a goofy half-smile and a mess of curly black hair is Chanyeol. His ears are still big, his limbs are still too long, and he’s still gorgeous. Suddenly, Baekhyun feels incredibly self-conscious in his blue, satin suit. He tugs at the hem of his jacket and wants nothing more than to turn tail and run. Yet, he can’t seem to move. After all, it isn’t every day he sees the only man he’s ever been achingly in love with. Especially since that man definitely doesn’t know he felt that way.
“Dude, you okay?” Chanyeol asks bending down slightly to try and catch Baekhyun’s eye.
Baekhyun stiffens, and he feels his ears turning red as he lifts his face. Chanyeol’s expression is confused. There isn’t a single spark of familiarity in his eyes. He has an arm around a ladder, the other holding a box of lightbulbs. Earbuds hang around his neck blaring – is that classical music?
“You, uh-” Baekhyun swallows and pulls at his tie. It’s stuffy being so close to such a tall man with such broad shoulders. “Sorry, you look familiar?” He winces at the way his voice cracks at the end, but Chanyeol doesn’t seem to notice.
“Do I?” Chanyeol asks. He scratches his cheek as he leans in closer to Baekhyun’s face. Baekhyun can smell his cologne and sweat, and it’s the same scent he had years ago. Chanyeol hums in thought and Baekhyun’s face is so hot he thinks it might melt off.
“Nope,” Chanyeol says, popping the ‘p’. He leans back and sets up his ladder. “Don’t recognize you. Maybe I just have one of those faces?”
Dread settles in Baekhyun’s chest, and the next breath he takes hurts. He shuffles backward away from Chanyeol and shrugs his shoulders.
“Guess so, sorry.”
Baekhyun drags his feet all the way to back the restaurant. It’s barely fifty feet, but it feels like miles with Chanyeol’s stare burning into his back.
“Oi, look who’s back. Where’d you go?” Jongdae calls to him as soon as he rounds the corner. The table seems fuller than the last time he was here, and he raises an eyebrow at the extra chair pulled up next to his best friend. In it is a man with the sweetest looking face wearing a maroon suit jacket and matching turtle neck. His hair is pitch black with a little bit of grown-out brown dye at the tips: Dim Sum Cutie. Baekhyun’s eyes are drawn to the man’s earpiece, it’s the type with a curly white wire that he’s only seen on bodyguards in mafia movies.
Baekhyun sits down and apologizes to the table. He stretches across the table and pulls his half-finished martini towards him.
“I got distracted by the décor,” he says with a heavy sigh. “Sometimes I wish I was born for interior design. Maybe I’ll switch to that when I get sick of you all.”
Jongdae rolls his eyes but gestures to the man sitting next to him. “Baek, meet Minseok. He’s only been here a few minutes so you haven’t missed out on much time teasing me.”
Baekhyun plasters on his most dazzling smile and tilts his head toward Minseok. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Jongdae’s been fawning over you for weeks.”
“Glad I’m not the only one,” Minseok says. He smiles at Jongdae, whose cheeks are red, with such fondness Baekhyun almost pukes. Almost.
After a grimace at the bill from their Editor in Chief and two more drinks for Baekhyun, they decide it’s time to head home. They all move downstairs to the hotel lounge to wait for their driver to arrive.
Minseok is a really nice guy, only a couple of years older than Baekhyun. He hasn’t been paying much attention, but he catches enough of the conversation to know Minseok is the Head of Security at the hotel.
“No way you’re a security guard,” Kyungsoo says, shaking his head. “You look like a red panda.”
But Baekhyun’s thoughts keep wandering back to the man he left in the hallway, the man he swore he was over, the man who still makes his heart twist. He feels twenty-one again. His eyes wander up to the balcony ledge above, but Chanyeol’s not there anymore.
“Is that a challenge?” Minseok says. He tilts his head in a way that makes Baekhyun’s fingers itch to pinch his cheeks. He loves pinching squishy cheeks. Oof, that might’ve been one too many martinis.
Jongin, in an act of courage, kneels in front of a coffee table and puts his elbow on it. “I challenge you.”
Minseok smirks and rolls his sleeves to his elbows. “You’re on.”
A few sore arms later Minseok and Jongdae wave them off at the entrance. The latter with his face hidden behind a hand. The group all wolf-whistled at them when Jongdae admitted Minseok would be taking him home. Even Kyungsoo had a shit-eating grin on his face and slapped Jongdae on the shoulder.
Baekhyun, however, has been quiet since leaving the restaurant. He waved off any attempt the others made to drag him into conversation. No one really noticed as they were too distracted with teasing Minseok and Jongdae. Yet, now in the dim light of the car, he can feel eyes on him. He turns his face to the window and watches the city blur. Luckily, no one bothers him the entire ride. They all seem pretty exhausted. The only noise is from Jongin and Kyungsoo whispering softly to each other in the backseat.
One by one the car empties, and when it pulls up to Kyungsoo’s apartment building it’s only he and Baekhyun left. They both crawl out of the car, and the driver leaves, having already been paid. The walk to Kyungsoo’s front door is quiet. Baekhyun’s sweating despite the chill from the air conditioner. Kyungsoo is never this quiet when it’s just the two of them unless there’s something on his mind, and Baekhyun has a sickening feeling it’s him.
As soon as the door pushes open Baekhyun makes a beeline for the bathroom, hoping to get in the shower and avoid whatever talk Kyungsoo’s planning. He almost makes it too before he stupidly glances over his shoulder and sees his friend standing with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised.
“Dammit,” Baekhyun mutters. He drags himself across the apartment to fall onto the couch. His suit is going to be so wrinkled in the morning, but he can’t bring himself to care at the moment. Kyungsoo’s head pops over the back of the couch to look down at Baekhyun.
“What’s up with you?”
Baekhyun scoffs, covering his eyes with his arms. The only light on in the apartment is the dull, yellow kitchen light Kyungsoo flicked on when they walked in. This means Baekhyun doesn’t have any excuse to hide his face other than Kyungsoo’s big, intrusive, stupidly concerned eyes. Baekhyun knows it won’t take long for him to crack. He’s never been good at keeping secrets, especially from the kid he’s known since diapers.
“I talked to Chanyeol,” Baekhyun whispers.
They both fall into silence after that. Kyungsoo doesn’t say anything, and Baekhyun can’t bring himself to uncover his eyes. After a solid minute he starts to worry. Baekhyun’s voice is muffled by his sleeves, but he knows Kyungsoo heard him. When he pulls his arms down Kyungsoo looks like he’d eaten something bitter.
“Who?”
Baekhyun sits up so quickly their foreheads slam together. Kyungsoo crumples to the floor with a groan. Baekhyun pulls himself up to look behind the couch at his friend. Pain bursts and swirls the room in colors. It takes a moment for his vision to clear. As soon as it does, he screeches unintelligible disbelief with his mouth and eyes wide.
“Why are you yelling at me?” Kyungsoo yells up at Baekhyun. There are tears in his eyes and a red mark between his eyebrows.
“Chanyeol? The one from my Art History class?"
He’s leaning dangerously far off the couch. It makes his arm muscles shake and he thinks distantly about going to the gym more. Baekhyun can see the realization hit Kyungsoo, and his friend leans back on his hands.
“As in college?”
“Yes.”
“You’re joking. The dude you claimed was your soulmate?” Kyungsoo asks incredulously.
Baekhyun nods fiercely. “The tall guy with the big ears?” Another nod. “The one who’s straight?” Nod.
Kyungsoo squints at Baekhyun’s face. His fingers are turning white from his grip on the couch and he probably looks so vulnerable right now.
“The one who you talked to like three times?” Kyungsoo asks.
Baekhyun releases the dumb, soft fabric and drops his face into his hands. “Yes.”
“So?” Kyungsoo asks. He stands and sheds his grey suit jacket. “What’s the big deal then? You barely knew him then, and you don’t know him now.”
Baekhyun doesn’t answer, at first. He watches Kyungsoo move into the kitchen, which isn’t far considering how tiny the studio is, to turn on the kettle. He pulls out two mugs, motioning for Baekhyun to choose his tea.
A scowl pulls at Baekhyun’s lips as he joins Kyungsoo in the kitchen. “I don’t know,” he admits. But the feelings that rushed over him were scary and real.
“You don’t?” Kyungsoo asks. He leans back against the counter. Baekhyun inwardly curses his childhood friend’s ability to draw his deepest, darkest secrets out of him. “C’mon, Baek it was seven years ago.”
“I know.” Baekhyun wraps his fingers around his empty mug. Kyungsoo pulls the kettle off once it screams.
“I thought you didn’t know?” he says. Baekhyun punches him in the arm. He pulls off his tie as their tea steeps and wraps his arms around his friend’s waist. It took years for Kyungsoo to let him hug him like this, and still, he usually doesn’t unless he’s tired or knows Baekhyun needs it.
“I know that I thought I was over him,” Baekhyun mumbles into Kyungsoo’s shoulder. He can feel Kyungsoo hum under his cheek. “But he didn’t even recognize me earlier, and he’s still so hot. Remember what I said I felt when I first met him?”
“Yeah,” Kyungsoo says, he sounds like he’s rolling his eyes. “You said you felt an ‘invisible pull’ towards him and swore that if given the chance you’d fall in love with each other. That he was your destiny and some other mumbo jumbo about the universe and fate.”
“What if I told you I still felt that way?”
“Please,” Kyungsoo says. He’s definitely rolling his eyes now.
“I’m serious, Kyungsoo,” Baekhyun says. “I looked in his eyes and my heart started pounding, my palms got all sweaty, and I wanted nothing more than to latch onto him and never let go. Maybe this is my second chance.”
“You’re over him, Baek. Enough with this destiny crap. You’re probably just in shock from seeing him. Now go shower, your hair smells.” Kyungsoo ruffles Baekhyun’s hair and untangles himself from Baekhyun’s grip. Baekhyun grumbles and takes his mug of tea to the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he goes.
In the shower, way too hot water, Baekhyun’s muscles finally relax. Kyungsoo makes a lot of sense. He’s just shocked from seeing Chanyeol for the first time in forever, he’ll get over it. Go back to work, and forget. Soulmate, shmoulmate.
Right?
Wrong
Baekhyun isn’t getting over it. He spent the weekend at Kyungsoo’s because he didn’t want to walk in on Jongdae and Minseok in some weird position. Literally. He walks into work on Monday at seven in the morning – his own choice because the office is never quiet except for super early in the morning – and Chanyeol’s still buzzing in his brain.
His mug is almost empty. The spreadsheet on his computer stares at him, but he’s not touching the keyboard. He has to hand this into Yixing by noon – it’s the content layout for the next issue and very important. He drops his forehead onto his desk with a thump and groans.
“I knew I should’ve come in over the weekend,” he says to the succulent by his keyboard. Its name is Jangmi.
He knows he should’ve, but there’s no way he could’ve. He’s a notorious workaholic, and he has been kicked from the building over the weekends so many times he’s now banned. Kyungsoo warned all the security guards and weekend staff not to let him in, and there are few people in this world willing to disobey For You’s small but intimidating Production Editor.
He shakes himself off, and stands to grab another cup of coffee. This is no time for being weird. Kyungsoo may not be right about soulmates (whether Chanyeol’s is his, is still up for debate), but he has to be right about these feelings fading eventually. Baekhyun just needs to give them a push – or a shove – out of his brain. And that means work.
When Baekhyun works, he works. He’s no slacker and once his cup is nice and hot, he heads back to his office to do just that.