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“Teetee! Not again!”
The sharp exclamation echoed through the spacious office, frustration lacing every syllable. CEO Por Suppakarn leaned back in his chair, running an exasperated hand through his neatly styled black hair. The laptop screen in front of him illuminated his slightly furrowed brows and the corners of his lips that twitched in annoyance.
Earlier that day, he'd given a simple task to the new secretary intern, Teetee Wanpichit—send a follow-up email summarizing the key points of the meeting. Straightforward enough. Nothing complicated. Just a structured, professional document detailing discussions, outcomes, and any necessary action points. Teetee had indeed sent the email of documentation.
But instead of a formal documentation of the meeting, what he received was something entirely different.
CEO Por was furrowing his brows every two seconds.
Any dissatisfaction would be shown through a slight poke of his tongue through his lips.
Oh, CEO Por shot a glare at Manager North Chatchapon of the Design Department because he was blatantly flirting with the junior assistant from HR, Otto Sorranan, instead of focusing on the meeting.
CEO Por bit his lip in focus.
CEO Por is getting bored.
Oh, CEO Por is listening to the Creative Department’s head, Choi Yeonjun, presenting his report.
CEO Por looked at the Head of PR, Choi Soobin.
Oh, CEO Por is quite satisfied with the monthly presentation and reports.
The list went on and on. A painfully detailed, almost obsessive observation of his every move throughout the meeting.
Por let out a strangled groan and, with a loud thud, let his forehead hit the polished surface of his mahogany desk. His scattered papers fluttered at the impact, a few slipping off the desk and onto the plush carpet below. The laptop screen now reflected on his dark hair, his figure slumped over as if signing away his fate.
Any normal person would have been creeped out by this level of scrutiny. It was borderline unsettling. But what was more disturbing—more infuriating—was that instead of feeling uncomfortable, a different emotion entirely was creeping up his spine.
His fingers curled slightly against the wooden surface as he whispered to himself, “How did things even come to this?”
He clenched his jaw, his mind refusing to process the absurdity in whole. And then, the final blow—one that made his entire body stiffen with even greater frustration.
“...And why, despite all of this, do I still find that new intern hot?!”
With an exasperated whine, he shot upright and aggressively ran his hands through his hair, pulling slightly as if that could somehow extract these unwanted thoughts from his brain.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath, glaring at the screen as if it were personally mocking him.
Teetee was going to be the death of him.
It was in that moment that Por realized something undeniable—
Por wasn’t rational at all when it came to Teetee. And Teetee, meanwhile, was—without a doubt—extremely capable and diligent...
… in driving him mad and crazy.
Earlier That Same Day
A crisp knock echoed through the quiet of the CEO’s cabin.
Por Suppakarn barely acknowledged it. His sharp, cold eyes remained glued to the screen in front of him, scanning through endless lines of emails and reports. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the keyboard, his mind already preoccupied with the pile of work waiting to be tackled.
“Come in,” he said, his voice even, not even bothering to glance up from the screen.
The door clicked open, followed by the measured footsteps of someone entering. The scent of fresh cologne and fabric softener subtly filled the room. It was only when a gentle voice spoke up that Por finally spared a glance.
“CEO Por, Khun Teetee is here.”
Por's eyes snapped up. His brows were drawn together in mild annoyance. He didn't like it when people interrupted.
Standing before his desk was a man he was all too familiar with— Est Supha, Head of the HR Department. Est with his thin rimmed glasses, stood upright, hands folded in front of him, dressed immaculately in a tailored navy blue business suit. His ID card hung low from his neck, the name ‘Est Supha’ clearly printed on it. The spectacles perched neatly on his nose framed his warm, chocolate-almond eyes, which, at that moment, rested on Por’s brooding expression.
Por arched a brow in mild curiosity as if Est was speaking Morse code which Por wasn't interested in decoding.
“Who?”
Est blinked. He was well-aware of his boss' cold temper and his own fate that brought him to work under this person. He promptly exhaled a brief breath before elaborating, his voice dipped in the professionalism and patience of a saint. “The new secretary intern who is going to be joining us from today, sir.”
With that, he stepped slightly aside to his left, making way for another figure standing behind him to come forward.
And then—
Like a kaleidoscope of colors, a bright, almost blinding smile entered his vision—and…
The start of CEO Por Suppakarn's never-ending headache.
“Sawadeekrap! I’m Teetee Wanpichit Nimitparkpoom. And I'm glad to be a part of this company!”
The enthusiasm in his voice was palpable, the kind that could shake up a lifeless Monday morning. His neatly pressed business attire—a pink linen shirt tucked in neatly into his brown slacks held together by a black chanel bet cinched around the hoops on his pants. He was wearing polished shoes coupled with the thick rimmed rectangular black glasses that sat perfectly over the bridge of his nose. His straight bangs fell over his forehead, partially hiding his gaze beneath it. He was a wearing a black sling office bag around his side. The way he stood holding the file—which Por assumed the documents required—suggested professionalism.
However, the boyish energy of this guy from his feline-like eyes and smile alone completely threw off the serious air of the room. His sharp yet warm features, the way his eyes curved slightly as he grinned, the way his cheeks bulged up when he smiled, the undeniable charm he carried—it was all too much for our poor CEO.
For a second, Por just stared, his mind catching up to the sudden burst of energy that had just been injected into his otherwise monotonous day.
He was momentarily taken aback, thinking whether he was hallucinating or seeing reality.
Because, never—never in his life—had he encountered someone like this.
Standing before him was a man so effortlessly stunning, it almost felt unfair. Por’s scrutinizing gaze instinctively took him in, tracing the gentle yet striking features that made up his face. Those sparkling, shining eyes held a light that seemed to dance even under this boring and sterile office lighting. His nose was sculpted with such perfection that it looked as if an artist had chiseled it with precision. And then—Por’s eyes drifted further, down to his soft, smooth cheeks, the kind that looked like they would yield easily under a gentle touch—and he noted two beautiful beauty marks on either side of his cheeks which could be easily missed it not paid attention.
As his gaze was about to dip down further, a calm voice, but undoubtedly filled with zeal, yanked him right back to reality. Like the person knew what went inside Por's mind.
“Nice to meet you, Por sir,” Teetee continued his greeting from before, his voice smooth yet bright, unwavering in its sincerity.
Por immediately cleared his throat and straightened up in his seat. Snapping his attention away, he subtly rubbed the shell of his left ear to hide his embarrassment. His gaze, previously distracted, landed firmly on Est now, using the Head of the HR Department's presence as an anchor. “Yeah. I remember,” he said shortly, gathering himself. “You can leave now. I'll handle the rest, Est.”
Est, the walking definition of professionalism, simply gave a nod followed by a bow before stepping out of the office, leaving the two alone in Por's cabin now.
Por turned his attention back to the man standing before him. “Have a seat, Khun Teetee. Welcome to Dezyin. I’m Por Suppakarn, the CEO of this company.” He gestured toward the chair across from his desk.
Without hesitation, Teetee stepped forward, smoothly sliding the chair back and taking a seat, placing the file on the desk in front of him. His movements were fluid, exuding the aura of confidence—like he had done this a thousand times before. And still, that same radiant smile remained etched on his lips, as if it was a permanent fixture on his face.
Or more precisely, Teetee's signature.
Leaning slightly forward, Por shut his laptop, signaling that Teetee now had his full attention. “So, Khun Teetee, do you know what you are supposed to do? Do you know about your role and responsibilities?” he asked, tone neutral but expectant.
Teetee, still smiling, tilted his head slightly to his right, gaze never once leaving Por's face. “No. But I am extremely diligent in what I do, sir.” He pushed back the spectacles that was sliding down with the press of two fingers against the glass.
Silence for a second. Two seconds. And then—
“HUH?!”
Por’s reaction was instant. His pupils dilated slightly in sheer disbelief. His fingers, which had been idly tapping against the desk, froze.
Did he… did he just say that?!
What did he mean he didn’t know what he was supposed to do?!
Is this a dream?
Who in the world hired him?
His gaze flickered down to his own forearm, where the tension in his body had his veins visibly popping against his skin. He took a deep breath to alleviate the stress,
Calm down, Por. Maybe it's just the nerves of the first day…There's no way an employee wouldn't know what they are supposed to do, right?
Thinking back, the HR, Est had personally told him the other day that this Teetee guy had aced the interview with flying colors. That he had impressed the panel with his presence and communication skills.
But in contrast to what Est said and now looking at the same man sitting in front of him, grinning like he hadn't just dropped the most baffling statement of the day, it didn't make a sense at all.
‘Was it really this guy…? Are my staff sure he's not some doppelganger or an imposter sitting in place of that person who aced it?’
Por fought the urge to bury his face in his hands.
He let out a quiet sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before composing himself. “Sorry Khun Teetee, for my crude response,” he said, standing up from his chair. “Let me show you around and explain your work for the day.”
Teetee immediately straightened, his smile still all the same as he followed suit.
Por took a few steps toward the tall shelves lining one side of the office. Each row held a neat—well, previously neat—stack of files, categorized by department. He stopped in front of them and turned slightly toward Teetee, who was watching him with an eager, almost childlike curiosity.
“Can you arrange these files by their respective departments?” Por asked, his voice deceptively calm, his eyes never leaving Teetee’s trying to gauge out his reactions. Because he still has suspicions about this guy.
Teetee nodded without hesitation. “Of course!” he said, rolling up his sleeves till his foreams before diving into the task with an almost alarming energy.
Satisfied with the response, Por turned on his heel and walked back toward his desk as the click of his heels echoed against the floor of his cabin. “Let me know once you’re done,” he instructed in an authoritative tone, like the boss he was.
Teetee threw a glance at Por and gave a polite bow in acknowledgment before fully focusing on the task in the hand.
20 Minutes Later
“Sir, I’m done organizing!” Teetee called out, standing beside the shelf with a bright, expectant expression.
Por, who had been reviewing some reports, glanced up. Nodding, he stood and walked over to the spot where Teetee stood, to inspect Teetee’s work.
However, the moment his eyes landed on the shelves, he felt his soul physically leaving his body.
A headache began forming at his temples as he took in the sight before him.
Technically… Teetee did follow his instructions like any other employee. The file covers were, indeed, placed under their correct departmental labels. That part was flawless.
The problem lied elsewhere.
The actual contents inside the files had been completely mixed up.
Marketing reports were now snugly tucked inside Finance folders. Creative Department proposals were buried within HR records. A stack of client contracts peeked out from the Design section. It looked like chaos masquerading as order.
Por stood frozen, expression blank as he processed the sheer absurdity of what had just happened.
He felt like he had aged fifty years in the span of a single afternoon.
“Khun Teetee.”
Por’s voice was unnervingly calm, but the barely-there smile on his face did nothing to mask the absolute fury simmering beneath the surface. His fingers twitched at his sides, itching to strangle the man standing in front of him. The veins on his neck strained against his skin, his jaw clenched so tight it could probably shatter steel.
And yet—Teetee, completely unaffected, beamed up at him, a faint flush dusting his cheeks as if he hadn’t just single-handedly sent Por’s blood pressure skyrocketing.
“Yes, sir?”
Por exhaled through his nose, willing himself to stay composed. “Bring me a coffee, please. Low sugar, got that?” His tone was clear cut, each word enunciated carefully. He wasn’t taking any chances with miscommunication from now on. He needed caffeine in his system immediately, or he might just pass out from exasperation alone.
The moment the words left his mouth, Teetee gave an energetic nod and dashed out of the office at lightning speed, disappearing in a blur.
Por let out a beleaguered sigh and went back to his workspace, pressing his fingers to his temples.
This intern is going to be the end of me.
A few minutes later, Teetee returned the cabin with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. He moved with the same enthusiasm, carefully setting the white ceramic mug down on Por’s pristine desk, his face glowing with the pride of a job well done.
Por looked at Teetee and then at the mug. He gave an absentminded small nod before reaching for the cup. Lifting it to his lips, he took a sip—
Only to spat it back out.
A dark splatter of coffee landed on his desk as he coughed violently, his face contorted in horror. His eyes shot up to Teetee, wide with disbelief.
“Khun Teetee?! What is this?! Didn't I specifically asked for a coffee with low sugar?!” His voice, usually controlled, cracked under the weight of the idiocy of this situation.
Teetee blinked at him innocently before offering a tiny pout, his expression nothing short of devastatingly adorable. “I’m sorry… I thought I heard ‘more sugar’...”
His gaze immediately fell to his shoes, the pout deepening in the process.
Por’s brain short-circuited at the sight in front of him.
For a brief second, he saw his reputation flash before his eyes. He was already known for being cold and ruthless. The last thing he needed was to make an intern cry in the middle of the office. On his first day nonetheless. And that too definitely not an insanely attractive one.
Insanely attractive? Por Suppakarn are you out of your mind right now?!
With a deep, steadying breath, he set the mug down and forced himself to regain control. He motioned toward the chair across from his desk, his voice coming out slightly uneven. “T-Take your seat over there." He lifted his hand to point it towards a small workspace at the side. "I'll let you know your next task.”
Teetee immediately perked up, his smile returning as if nothing had just happened. “Okay, Por sir!”
Still beaming, he picked up his bag from Por’s table and made his way to the newly arranged desk setup, settling in comfortably.
Por, meanwhile, slumped back into his chair, rubbing his temples.
He needed a moment. Or maybe a miracle.
He let out a long sigh, rubbing slow, deliberate circles against his temples as he tried to will away the oncoming headache. With a deep breath, he refocused, returning his attention to the screen in front of him. His fingers moved across the keyboard, typing away as he worked through a seemingly endless stack of emails and reports.
Then, suddenly—he remembered.
The monthly meeting.
His eyes widened for a split second before he quickly shut his laptop, grabbing it in one swift motion as he stood from his chair. There was no time to waste. Adjusting his sleeves, he strode toward the door with purpose, his mind already shifting gears to prepare for the upcoming discussion.
Just as he reached for the doorknob, a voice called out behind him.
“Sir, where are you going?”
Por paused mid-motion, his grip on the handle tightening just a little. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
“To a meeting,” he replied curtly, not sparing a glance as he prepared to leave.
He was just about to twist the knob when—
“Can Teetee join you?”
Por blinked.
Teetee had already made his way over, now standing right behind him, blocking Por's way. His face was brimming with enthusiasm as leaned closer forgetting the concept of personal space. “I want to help you!” he added with a dazzling smile, eyes practically blinking in innocence and shining with excitement.
Por stared at him for a moment, debating his options. A long, heavy silence hung between them.
The closeness, those eyes, he felt himself being trapped under a hypnosis he didn't ask for.
With a defeated exhale, he averted his gaze, his heart thumping a little faster in his chest. “Fine,” he muttered.
Which brought him back to the moment where he started.
Seated behind his desk once again, Por let out the deepest sigh of his life before reaching for the telephone. He had sent Teetee out to fetch some files to finally have some peaceful time.
Without hesitation, he dialed a number, which he had undoubtedly dialed a hundred times before, his fingers pressing into the receiver as if it were the only thing grounding him to reality.
“Khun Est. Come to my office. Now!” His voice was sharp and authoritative. It was not a order but rather a bark of desperation.
Barely a minute passed before there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” Por called, his tone clipped.
The door swung open, and Est stepped inside, only to immediately freeze upon seeing his boss' state.
Por, the calm, composed, ruthless CEO, right now looked utterly… annoyed. His usually cold eyes were dulled with stress, his shoulders hunched and curled inward . His fingers were already back at his temples, massaging away an invisible pain.
Est’s brows lifted in mild surprise.
This is new.
And, frankly? It was amusing. It wasn't a daily occurrence to see your boss in this position.
“You called for me, sir?”
Est's voice was as polite and understanding as he stepped inside, however his expression remained neutral.
Por wasted no time. He leveled Est with an exasperated look, fingers threading through his dark hair as he fought back the urge to let out another sigh. “Are you sure he’s the intern you hired?" His voice carried a mix of disbelief and pure exhaustion.
He wasn’t doubting Est’s hiring abilities. But mistakes can happen by anyone, right? Por needed some kind of logical explanation because, at this rate, he was convinced he’d be completely bald before the month ended.
Est, however, didn’t waver. He tilted his head slightly, as if considering the question before answering with calm certainty. “Uhmm, yes, sir. I personally conducted the final round of interviews, and he passed it.” He paused before adding, “Actually, he did better than the rest of the interviewees.” His tone was matter-of-fact, as if he couldn’t understand why this was even up for discussion.
Por stared at him, unblinking.
“Then why is he like that…?” he muttered under his breath, almost to himself.
He didn’t expect an answer. There was no way Est—or anyone, for that matter—could explain the enigma that was Teetee.
With a resigned sigh, he waved a dismissive hand, signaling that the conversation was over. Then, slumping even more in his seat, he rested his chin on his palms, fingers splayed across his rosy cheeks resembling more of a grumpy, defeated kitten than a feared CEO.
And just as he did, the source of his suffering made his grand reappearance one more time.
The door swung open, and in walked Teetee—completely at ease, radiating his usual bright, almost oblivious energy. Humming softly to himself, he moved toward his desk, settling into his seat as if he hadn’t just turned Por’s day into a personal test of patience.
Por watched him, expression unreadable.
Dear lord… He inhaled deeply, rubbing his temple again. What kind of walking, talking, aesthetically pleasing hot enigma did you just drop into my life…
But no amount of thinking was going to magically provide him with the answers he sought.
With that realization, he resigned himself to fate and went back to work—because if he didn’t, he just might lose the last bit of sanity he had left.
While Por was too deep in his thoughts, he failed to notice the pair of eyes locked onto him from across the cabin.
From his seat, Teetee rested his chin in his palm, gaze unwavering as he observed the tight knit in Por’s brows, the way his jaw clenched ever so slightly in frustration, or the way his gaze remained focused on the screen. The sight sent an unexpected warmth creeping up Teetee’s neck, spreading to his cheeks.
Oh, the things I would do to have him look mad—only at me…
To give an overview, Teetee wasn’t anything extraordinary. Just a regular guy with a decent university degree, looking for a job to earn money and build a stable future. It wasn’t an exaggeration when people said he aced every round of interviews at Dezyin—his qualifications, skills, and confidence had made sure of that.
But everything changed the moment he laid eyes on the CEO of the company. Por Suppakarn.
One look, and it was over for him.
Por was the living embodiment of his wildest fantasies—his personality, his sharp features, his composed yet subtly intimidating demeanor, his soft cheeks, his round boba-like doe eyes, the way he carried himself with effortless authority yet someone who looked like a hissing cat. And then, there was the way he got mad.
Annoyed, frustrated, veins popping—god, it was the final nail in the coffin.
Teetee’s lips twitched upward as he leaned back slightly in his chair, mind spiraling into dangerous territory.
He looks so hot when he’s mad. He could slam me against a wall, and I’d thank him for it. He could make me bark like a dog, and I wouldn’t even question it.
He blinked, snapping out of his fantasy for a brief second—only to shake his head.
No, no, it is NOT a weird kink. Thank you.
It was just… a tactic. A simple, foolproof method to get noticed by the object of his daydreams.
After all, the easiest way to grab someone’s attention was to annoy them.
Even if it meant getting yelled at. Even if it meant watching those furious eyes pin him in place, watching Por’s entire attention shift to him and only him.
Teetee’s grin widened, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Oh, this job was going to be so much more fun.
—————
Office Text Group: For Business Purposes Only
Wave Thanapat: Yo, did anyone else see the new intern? 👀
Choi Yeonjun: Do you have some kind of sixth sense for drama? How come you are always the first on gathering the latest office news?
Wave Thanapat: Office drama is the only thing that is motivating me to work in this office, Phi.
Est Supha: Khun Wave, please stop turning this group chat into your reality show.
Wave Thanapat changed the group name from “Office Text Group: For Business Purposes Only” to “TTT with Wave”
Est Supha: 🤦♂️
Choi Yeonjun: TTT? Is that a new virus?
Wave Thanapat: “Tea Time Talking,” duh!
Choi Yeonjun: You kids and your acronyms… I feel ancient.
Wave Thanapat: That’s because you are ancient, Grandpa!
William Jakrapatr: OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY—SPILL THE TEA. WHAT HAPPENED?!
Est Supha: William… stop yelling like that.
William Jakrapatr: Hehe sorry, P'Est 😅
North Chatchapon: Guys, no joke, I just saw the boss. He looked like he was about to explode.
Otto Sorranan: And the intern was grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
Wave Thanapat: My inside sources and gut feeling tells me our CEO might’ve finally met his match. ^^
Est Supha: That reminds me. Earlier in the morning, our boss was looking at him like a Victorian man seeing ankles for the first time…'-'
Choi Soobin: Wait, isn’t the new intern a total disaster at work? How is he still alive till now?
North Chatchapon: Yeah, and why does he look so happy about it??
Otto Sorranan: I’m wondering how long until our boss finally snaps.
Est Supha (replying to Soobin): He actually aced the interviews. Still trying to figure out how.
William Jakrapatr: Babe, you sure you weren’t just seeing things during the interview?
Est Supha: ...no?
Wave Thanapat: WAIT—WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!
Choi Soobin: WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED?!
North Chatchapon: Did he just say “bae”?!
Choi Yeonjun: It was babe, not bae. Learn to read.
Otto Sorranan: Phi Est?!
Choi Soobin: Oh my god, spill everything! When? Where? HOW?!
Est Supha went offline
Wave Thanapat: WILLIAM! YOU’RE NOT GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!
William Jakrapatr went offline
Choi Yeonjun: They really just dipped?? Unbelievable.
Wave Thanapat: Oh no, we’re not done. I will get to the bottom of this. And Teetee's case too.
Wave Thanapat: MWAHAHAHAHA!