Of Angels, Bets and Money
XOXO Camp Week Three, Challenge Two Write based on a picture.
Title: Of Angels, Bets and Money
Pairing: SuBaek, featuring horny!XiuHun
Rating: T
Genre: Sudden!Romance
Length: 3 945 words
Warnings: Not edited, written in a haze with poorly chosen words, brain damages by XiuHun.
Notes: Independent, but occurs in the same universe as this untitled WIP where I haven't even introduced Minseok yet. Punishment fic for not posting second weekly challenge.
And also, fuck everyhting fanon. Or real.
***
Saying Byun Baekhyun isn’t a jump-into-random-bets type would be what his mother could tell you. Oblivious, deceived, and most importantly, a lie.
“Hey,” Chanyeol swirls the bottle of beer in his hand, motioning the entrance of a company building right across the narrow blind alley they happened to hang out on. “Make that guy yours and I’ll get you a hundred bucks.”
Baekhyun knows better than inquiring where the hell the sudden suggestion came out from in the middle of a silence mixed with the smell of some cheap maltose blend, that’s how it always happens anyways. Instead, he fixes his attention on the suited man exiting the building, who has most likely been on a late shift, contemplating the figure in black and white under dim street lights.
“He looks good in a suit,” is his comment before propping the bottle on his lips.
“So, you in?” Chanyeol’s voice sounds disinterested as if his eyes aren’t locked on the small man riding in his expensive Alfa Romeo awaiting across the street as well.
Baekhyun shrugs, curling the sleeve of his blue plaid shirt and focusing on the trivial task as the car’s headlights wash over them when it passes beside. “I need the money.”
“I’m sure of that,” Chanyeol remarks absentmindedly, briefly pointing at the black tee under Baekhyun’s unbuttoned blue shirt. “That crap is as old as your mother.”
“I just love this shirt…” The shorter of the two mumbles and grabs his cap out of his head to hit on Chanyeol’s knees across him, the beer resting in his right palm between his crouched knees. “And my mom, so get your shit together.”
Chanyeol snorts, it’s the most amused voice he has made tonight. “If only I got a free beer every time I heard that…”
(…)
Baekhyun confidently pushes the entrance door of the Kim Cooperation building, wearing his cap and blue shirt from last night but choosing a different black t-shirt inside; a slightly tight one with number 08 printed white on his chest and two white straps encircling his hips right above tight, ripped dark jeans.
“Hey,” he calls surly, leaning his hands on information desk. “An employee of yours has driven over my cell last night. I demand a replacement.”
The clerk eyes Baekhyun’s attire with a scorning face. “I am sorry sir,” he emphasizes the title as though calling the youngster like that has broken his pride. “But where was your phone when the… accident, has occurred, for it to be driven over?”
“On the street,” Baekhyun says without much thought.
“Then I am afraid our employee isn’t responsible of your phone.” The clerk’s tone resembles a yawning man, obviously dismissing Baekhyun like he doesn’t worth more than a fly. “It’s your custody to preserve your property away from open dangers, like an open road, in our case.”
The asshole has a point Baekhyun couldn’t think about before. “But the car-”
“I am sorry, but our company or any employee of ours can’t be held responsible, unless that car has went off road - which you’d need proof to say so, and then crushed your phone. Have a nice day.” The clerk seems to have decided this is the end of conversation, turning his chair in direction of his laptop screen.
Baekhyun’s eye twitches. It takes more than that to take Byun Baekhyun down. Especially if a hundred bucks is at the end of the way.
“Listen up, you little stuck-up punk.” Baekhyun reaches out his arm to circle his fist around the clerk’s collar. “I’m looking for a short brunette guy with a pale skin, and if you aren’t helping me to find him, I fucking swear I’ll get all the guys from the street to rip your shit of a head off.”
The man’s eyes round as wide as a coin, the vein on his neck visibly throbbing with adrenaline. “SECURITY!” The clerk yelps in panic, alarming the guards on the entrance Baekhyun hasn’t even spared a glance when walked between minutes ago. “SECURITY!”
A pair of hands circle Baekhyun’s rather thin arms in an iron grip, and to the youngster’s dismay, it doesn’t take more than one second for them to pull him away from the clerk and drag him towards the entrance.
“Hey!” Baekhyun protests, swinging his arms and kicking the air in hopes to get back in the building - to where he has no idea, but he can’t take getting banned before he learns the identity of his one hundred thousand won. “Let me go, you shit-faced bastards!”
Sparing no reaction to the spazzing college student in their hands, the guards throw him out of the door like a bag of trash, as if this is a fucking movie where all human right are too lame to be mentioned. And that hurt, you assfaces.
Gritting his teeth, he gets back on his feet, shaking off the dirt on his shirt and pants. His favorite cap has fallen on the sidewalk and Baekhyun promises to get them for staining the red cloth as he picks it up, placing it back on his head after he’s sure nothing is to stick between his blonde dyed locks.
“Are you okay?”
Not expecting the soft voice coming behind him, he slowly turns around, clenching his fists in irritation; who dares to be nice and kind when he’s fuming with anger and embarrassment? “What?!” he snaps, just to slap his own self when he recognizes who is he talking to.
It’s his one hundred thousand won, and he’s an agnostic but sweet Jesus that’s the hottest money he has ever seen. Last night he had noted the nice ass, but up close… Someone that short - one or two centimeters shorter than Baekhyun even, shouldn’t carry that black suit this well. The black linen trousers outlining the well-shaped legs, the jacket oozing out authority while the white button-up shirt emphasizes his soft facial features. His smile is, Baekhyun has never been one to care about smiles but, this is outright dazzling him, and it’s actually directed to the youngster and not at the pathetic scene from a minute prior.
“I suppose this is yours,” the hundred bucks says, his arm out in a weird position - oh right, there is an object in his palm and it’s directed at him.
Baekhyun squints his eyes at the leather bracelet, and realizes one of his are missing from his right wrist. “Right.” He chuckles awkwardly. “Thanks.”
One hundred bucks smiles at him again. “I hope you don’t mind me, but I saw what those security guards did to you. It was pretty rude, acting as if you are a piece of old napkin.”
Well, his hundred bucks has witnessed his embarrassment. Nice going. “Uh- That, I-”
“Why did they do that, you think?” The object of his expensive bet says, eyebrows slightly raised in interest.
Baekhyun decides it’s a good idea to stick to the original story. “My phone has been crushed by some car, by someone I saw leaving this building and I wanted a replacement.”
“Is that so?” The hundred bucks holds his right wrist gently, and although the touch is indirect due to the huge amount of leather bracelets in Baekhyun’s arm, the feeling is pleasant. “Follow me, then. I think we should have a fair discussion.”
Different than expected, but his plan is working just as it should. “Sure.”
As any normal person, the hundred bucks deems the lingering touch unnecessary and pulls away, though Baekhyun wouldn’t really mind it if he did otherwise. Letting the other male lead the way up the few steps of stairs he was previously pushed from, he is awarded with a nice view of his money’s rather satisfying ass.
As soon as the hundred bucks pushes the glass door open, the guards immediately flock around them, with that annoying desk clerk’s shouts of “Sir! Sir!” sounding like ducks squeaking to Baekhyun as he runs to them.
“Mr. Joonmyun!” the clerk stops breathlessly in front of the two - the fuck, even Baekhyun can run those five meters from the information desk to the door. “Sir, this guy-”
“I’ll see him my office, okay?” The hundred bucks smiles at the men, seeming unaffected from the clerk’s annoying self. “Please rest assured and go get back to your respectable works.”
Hesitantly or not, the men (and that clerk) obeys with reverent bows, and it doesn’t take an idiot to understand Baekhyun’s one hundred bucks worths a lot more than their stupid bet in here.
“Joonmyun?” Baekhyun asks once the digging glares of the desk clerk is out of sight and the elevator doors. “Is that your first name?”
“Yes, it is.” Joonmyun smiles at him once again - couldn’t he just punch Baekhyun’s stomach if he wanted it to feel heavy that much?
“Then… Why are they calling you by your first name and with courtesy?” After a pause, Baekhyun remembers the guy beside him is his target and he needs to be less himself. “I mean, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Joonmyun shakes his head slowly. “Not at all. There are five Kims in the company, minus the employees with the incidentally same surnames. Mr. Kim is my father, and to prevent any confusion between me and my brothers, who are also the heads of the company, we are known with our first names.”
“Saying because you Kims are hella crowded was enough,” Baekhyun mumbles, and curses himself when he realizes he just said it out loud.
Thankfully, Joonmyun only laughs. “I am a details-person,” he says with an apologetic, but also cheerful tone. “I like answering questions as clear as I can.”
“I think it must be handy, though,” Baekhyun replies with an effort to get a good impression.
“It never caused any harm, to be honest,” Joonmyun agrees with another ass kicking smile, just in time for the elevator to ding to signal their destination. “We are there.”
The whole way up to thirtieth floor was a bit longer than usual elevator rides, but remembering how high the building was (or just thinking fucking thirtieth floor would be enough), he decides it was a rather fast elevator.
“Yeah, the elevator said just the same,” Baekhyun blurts out. He promises he will let Chanyeol punch him next time, because fuck, he probably has sounded like snubbing and pushed away his money by his own.
His panic is washed with relief when he hears Joonmyun’s laughter again. “Right, right. Come on, my office is this way.”
He’s beside Joonmyun now, and although he can’t see his ass unless he obviously checks it out, the feeling is still nice, he notes with slight surprise. Of course it’d be nice, the most handsome guy he’s seen recently is Chanyeol, who is found attractive by everyone else often, but just a disgusting bastard and questionable best friend to Baekhyun; considering Chanyeol is his only regular buddy.
It’s only a few steps until the leather plated door with a sign that says “Kim Joonmyun - CEO Assistant”, and he should have requested a bigger money from Chanyeol because if CEO if Joonmyun’s father as he presumes, then this is one big fish he is ought to catch.
Joonmyun turns the handle, motioning Baekhyun to go inside. “You first, please,” he instructs, making Baekhyun feel somewhat important; he has seen this courtesy only directed at other people.
Hoping he has returned the smile this time, he steps in, ready to flop himself on one of the armchairs because getting dazzled often right after getting thrown at least two meters flying out of some glass door.
At least he was ready, before his eyes open ten miles wide across the sight before him.
On the armchair, right behind the desk, sits an orange-haired figure with a slim, young guy on his lap. The second one is often moaning incoherently, moving his hands around wherever he can find on the other’s body; sometimes hair, shoulders, neck or even shirt. The orange-headed guy holds the slimmer one’s face with a hand, steadying his head as he kisses the latter with tongues occasionally in sight; and the latter’s cheeks seem to have flushed pink even from a distance with the obvious sparks of ecstasy in his eyes, waist bent in a perfect ‘s’ shape towards his partner, sounds making their way out of his mouth between kisses, and it’s not hard to guess why seeing as the orange’s other hand is disappearing between the guy’s open zippers.
The sight is too endearing for Baekhyun to stay unaffected.
“Minseok!” Joonmyun exclaims behind Baekhyun, ruining the dizzying atmosphere in the office. “Just what do you think you are doing?”
The orange-head pulls away from the slim one on the top of him, causing the other to whine with thirst. A pair of almond eyes turn to him, calm as if he hasn’t been caught on it just now - that’s when Baekhyun realizes he knows that smirking face. “Just wanted to see if I could make Sehun come on your chair before you came back from your lunch break. And I did. Twice.” With a pull of his left hand and another moan from his partner, he adds with a too audible whisper. “And third is on the way.”
Joonmyun glares. “You wanted to harass Sehunnie on my chair just to see you could?”
“It’s not harassing if he’s willing.” Minseok grins. “Hey, Byun-Baek.”
“Hey,” Baekhyun greets back, remembering the times Minseok would take him and Chanyeol to some fancy clubs they could never afford, before he went to China for whole two months recently. Maybe they’d do it again sometime, he muses.
Joonmyun ignores the communication between them, breaking Baekhyun’s train of thoughts and choosing to squeeze the bridge of his nose instead. “Minseok,” he says with a voice way too calm. “Get out of my office.”
“Nice way to talk to your elders, Mr. Etiquette,” Minseok mocks. “Come on, ‘Hun, let’s continue in my office,” he says to the Sehun guy; the young boy merely nods before Minseok lifts him by his thighs and encircles them around his waist.
Baekhyun isn’t sure how he must feel about Sehun’s crotch hidden as it’s pressed against Minseok’s.
‘Score,’ he mouths approvingly to Minseok behind Joonmyun’s back with a thumb up, and the elder winks at him before he closes the door on the remaining duo.
“I am sorry about my brother,” Joonmyun says and he actually sounds sorry. “I had no idea he’d...” He sighs. “Nevermind. Do you still want to take a seat or would like to get away from… you know.”
Brother? So the rich buddy is actually one of the heirs of the largest native company in Korea. Good to know.
Baekhyun shrugs, his smile assuring. “My roommate is a lot worse than him, trust me. Can say I’m kinda used to it.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Joonmyun comments, and Baekhyun almost laughs at his sincerity. It’s cute. “Byun-Baek? I am not sure this is your real name, is it?”
“A nickname for Byun Baekhyun, actually.”
Joonmyun, guess what, smiles. Baekhyun isn’t sure why he thinks that, but Joonmyun’s smile resembles of angels.
Congratulations on him to get the world’s speediest crush in less than ten minutes.
Allowing himself on one of the leather armchairs, he amuses himself with how Joonmyun hesitantly approaches his own chair, grimacing at the lingering memory and going back around his table to sit across Baekhyun’s chair instead. To be honest, Baekhyun likes this better; he gets a full view of Joonmyun instead of just above-belt.
“Since you came here for your phone, you probably have an idea about whoever has crushed it as an image, right? Or perhaps something significant about the car?”
What phone? Baekhyun is pretty damn sure if a car tried to crush his good ol’ Nokia 3310, there wouldn’t be much of a car left from that mess; and even then, he doubts his phone even cracked...
Joonmyun must have read his confused expression. “You know, you told me-”
Oh. His cover story. “Right, sorry, got distracted for a second,” he excuses himself, supporting his lie with an awkward chuckle. “Yeah, it was an Alfa Romeo.”
“Alfa Romeo?” Joonmyun muses, leaning his chin on his intertwined fingers, before shaking his head. “I don’t remember any other Alfa Romeos in the parking lot.”
“Then maybe it’s your Alfa Romeo.” Baekhyun shrugs, masking his real intent successfully with a statement of a simple mind.
The suited male scowls. “I never get out of the road.” That seems to bring something in his mind. “Where exactly was your phone to be crushed?”
To be honest? Baekhyun has no idea. That was supposed to be just a lame story for the clerk to get him to his one hundred thousand won.
Joonmyun pauses. “Is there even a phone to begin with?”
Fuck.
“You weren’t supposed to be smart.” Baekhyun groans, because he is too late to come up with another alibi. Goodbye one hundred thousand won. Goodbye Joonmyun and goodbye his nice ass.
Leaning back on his chair, Joonmyun breaks out of his business posture. “Well then, Byun Baekhyun. You better be either a talker or a stander, because there is no way out here for you before you explain your real intent.”
Baekhyun gulps at how scarily honest Joonmyun’s voice went. “You weren’t supposed to be so intimidating either.”
“I am a Kim. It’s in our genes.” Joonmyun shrugs. “So is being straightforward, and that’s why you are coming with me for dinner in the evening because I think you are cute and I am not letting go of that.”
Good, because so does Baekhyun. Hoping the origin won’t cost him Joonmyun’s ass, Baekhyun lets out a distressed sigh. “It’s a bet.”
Joonmyun’s eyebrows raise. “Do go on.”
(…)
It’s rare for Baekhyun to be awake before noon unless he has class, but it’s they have forgotten to cover the windows and the sun is annoyingly piercing his eyelids. He has to admit, though, for the first time in his life the morning sun isn’t as irritating as it should be, because where he’s lying is soft and comfortable and he is not talking about the most likely expensive bed.
Deciding it’s a good time to call Chanyeol - he has a weird pleasure of waking his best friend up when he can’t sleep, he reaches out for his oldest friend (his phone) on the drawer next to him.
“Ayo wuddup,” comes the deep voice out of the receiver, and it’s too awake for Baekhyun’s liking.
“Haven’t you slept last night?”
“Nah. Didn’t actually drink, so… you know, insomnia.” Chanyeol doesn’t even yawn, and Baekhyun wonders why his friend still doesn’t see a doctor if he can’t sleep without alcohol. “How’s your bet going?”
“Complete and done, Channie-boy,” Baekhyun says proudly, leaning more against Joonmyun’s chest behind him.
“Shit.” He loves how distressed Chanyeol sounds. “Didn’t actually think you’d manage.”
“I am offended.”
“Oh, cut the crap.”
Baekhyun grins at the receiver. “I have emotions too, ya know. Enough much to get my bet as a boyfriend.”
There is a set of laughter coming from Chanyeol’s line, getting Baekhyun actually vexed this time. “Oh, so you ended up crushing on the object of your bet? Welcome to the Hollywood, Baek, had no idea we were shooting a damned romantic comedy here. Can’t wait for the drama when he finds out how it started.”
Chanyeol’s quick assumption cheers Baekhyun up once again. “Actually, I’ve already-”
The weight pressing on his right ear is suddenly taken away, hence Baekhyun turns to his back and sees a messy-haired Joonmyun with sparkling eyes. And damn, Joonmyun looks so good with messy hair that Baekhyun just wants to hump over him and get it messier - and he probably would, if his phone wasn’t pressed against Joonmyun’s face.
“You must be Chanyeol, I suppose,” he says into the receiver with his business tone, fingers reaching out to trace between Baekhyun’s locks. “I am Joonmyun, and I want to thank you for daring your best friend to get it on with me.”
Baekhyun sneers at that, getting Joonmyun to smile wider in return.
“Oh, and about that one hundred thousand won, you can keep it. Pretend it’s a thank you gift, since Baekhyun won’t need that anymore because his boyfriend is, how do you say it… rich as fuck.”
Baekhyun can’t hold back his laughter this time; foul mouth seriously isn’t Joonmyun’s thing and it just sounds weird. With a grin, Joonmyun ends the call without caring if Chanyeol is still on the line, slowly throwing the phone somewhere rather away on the mattress just as he pulls Baekhyun closer.
“You must be cockier than Jongdae if you think I’ll feed on your money,” Baekhyun declares, mentioning Joonmyun’s brother whom he met as he waited for Joonmyun to finish his work yesterday. “Maybe I needed those hundred bucks.”
“Too bad,” Joonmyun replies after nipping on Baekhyun’s throat. “Consider yourself lucky that I didn’t kick you out once I learned I was just a bet so you didn’t owe that money to Chanyeol instead.”
It’s not offensive, knowing Joonmyun is just being playful and doesn’t really have what it takes to actually piquing people. “Not really. I’d just hook him up with a hot chick or guy and he’d be over it.”
Joonmyun hums against his skin. “I hope it wasn’t passable for you either.”
“Nah. I am too much of a miser for that.”
There is a joshing glint in the elder’s eyes as he raises his head. “You are aware that conflicts with your previ-”
The door opens with a loud kick and two figures stumble into the room, but could be as well as one since Minseok is almost inside the taller boy’s, which he most likely intends to, and seems like he’s sucking Sehun’s soul out.
Baekhyun hears Joonmyun groan. “Minseok…”
The sound jerks Sehun’s head up alarmed, getting Minseok to growl in annoyance. Sehun seems to be more sober than how he’d been when they walked in on them yesterday, having enough sense to at least wave at Joonmyun apologetically this time.
“Let me guess.” Joonmyun lets a breath out of his nose. “You wanted to do it on my bed.”
“You were supposed to be at gym!” Minseok protests. “And we were going to change the sheets.”
“I suggested Jongin’s bed.” Sehun raises his arms in defense; it’s the first time Baekhyun hears his voice and wonders how he could seem embarrassed seconds before his careless statement in that monotone sound.
Joonmyun runs a hand through his hair. “Minseok, seriously…”
“Get out of our room,” Baekhyun demands as to complete Joonmyun’s talk, and thankfully this does the trick to make Minseok pull on Sehun’s wrist and get out without any other exchange of words or display of porn, saving the college student’s time to focus on Joonmyun.
“Our?” His boyfriend of twenty hours asks, an eyebrow raised in question. “Only one night and you’re already claiming your territory?”
Baekhyun smirks, tracing a finger between the abs on Joonmyun’s torso, which he unexpectedly but gladly discovered last night. “This bed is hella comfortable and you’re an imbecile if you think I’d rather prefer those springy bricks in my dorm with a bastard moaning on the top of a girl over that.”
“So you like me for my bed?” Joonmyun mocks, pulling Baekhyun’s arms so the younger shifts until he’s on the top of Joonmyun’s chest.
“It’s all about the bed,” Baekhyun agrees, just a second before leaning down on Joonmyun’s lips.
Alex speaks: You expect me to apogolize for cheap plot and terrible making out scenes?
Ahahahahaha fuck you.
Title: Of Angels, Bets and Money
Pairing: SuBaek, featuring horny!XiuHun
Rating: T
Genre: Sudden!Romance
Length: 3 945 words
Warnings: Not edited, written in a haze with poorly chosen words, brain damages by XiuHun.
Notes: Independent, but occurs in the same universe as this untitled WIP where I haven't even introduced Minseok yet. Punishment fic for not posting second weekly challenge.
And also, fuck everyhting fanon. Or real.
***
Saying Byun Baekhyun isn’t a jump-into-random-bets type would be what his mother could tell you. Oblivious, deceived, and most importantly, a lie.
“Hey,” Chanyeol swirls the bottle of beer in his hand, motioning the entrance of a company building right across the narrow blind alley they happened to hang out on. “Make that guy yours and I’ll get you a hundred bucks.”
Baekhyun knows better than inquiring where the hell the sudden suggestion came out from in the middle of a silence mixed with the smell of some cheap maltose blend, that’s how it always happens anyways. Instead, he fixes his attention on the suited man exiting the building, who has most likely been on a late shift, contemplating the figure in black and white under dim street lights.
“He looks good in a suit,” is his comment before propping the bottle on his lips.
“So, you in?” Chanyeol’s voice sounds disinterested as if his eyes aren’t locked on the small man riding in his expensive Alfa Romeo awaiting across the street as well.
Baekhyun shrugs, curling the sleeve of his blue plaid shirt and focusing on the trivial task as the car’s headlights wash over them when it passes beside. “I need the money.”
“I’m sure of that,” Chanyeol remarks absentmindedly, briefly pointing at the black tee under Baekhyun’s unbuttoned blue shirt. “That crap is as old as your mother.”
“I just love this shirt…” The shorter of the two mumbles and grabs his cap out of his head to hit on Chanyeol’s knees across him, the beer resting in his right palm between his crouched knees. “And my mom, so get your shit together.”
Chanyeol snorts, it’s the most amused voice he has made tonight. “If only I got a free beer every time I heard that…”
(…)
Baekhyun confidently pushes the entrance door of the Kim Cooperation building, wearing his cap and blue shirt from last night but choosing a different black t-shirt inside; a slightly tight one with number 08 printed white on his chest and two white straps encircling his hips right above tight, ripped dark jeans.
“Hey,” he calls surly, leaning his hands on information desk. “An employee of yours has driven over my cell last night. I demand a replacement.”
The clerk eyes Baekhyun’s attire with a scorning face. “I am sorry sir,” he emphasizes the title as though calling the youngster like that has broken his pride. “But where was your phone when the… accident, has occurred, for it to be driven over?”
“On the street,” Baekhyun says without much thought.
“Then I am afraid our employee isn’t responsible of your phone.” The clerk’s tone resembles a yawning man, obviously dismissing Baekhyun like he doesn’t worth more than a fly. “It’s your custody to preserve your property away from open dangers, like an open road, in our case.”
The asshole has a point Baekhyun couldn’t think about before. “But the car-”
“I am sorry, but our company or any employee of ours can’t be held responsible, unless that car has went off road - which you’d need proof to say so, and then crushed your phone. Have a nice day.” The clerk seems to have decided this is the end of conversation, turning his chair in direction of his laptop screen.
Baekhyun’s eye twitches. It takes more than that to take Byun Baekhyun down. Especially if a hundred bucks is at the end of the way.
“Listen up, you little stuck-up punk.” Baekhyun reaches out his arm to circle his fist around the clerk’s collar. “I’m looking for a short brunette guy with a pale skin, and if you aren’t helping me to find him, I fucking swear I’ll get all the guys from the street to rip your shit of a head off.”
The man’s eyes round as wide as a coin, the vein on his neck visibly throbbing with adrenaline. “SECURITY!” The clerk yelps in panic, alarming the guards on the entrance Baekhyun hasn’t even spared a glance when walked between minutes ago. “SECURITY!”
A pair of hands circle Baekhyun’s rather thin arms in an iron grip, and to the youngster’s dismay, it doesn’t take more than one second for them to pull him away from the clerk and drag him towards the entrance.
“Hey!” Baekhyun protests, swinging his arms and kicking the air in hopes to get back in the building - to where he has no idea, but he can’t take getting banned before he learns the identity of his one hundred thousand won. “Let me go, you shit-faced bastards!”
Sparing no reaction to the spazzing college student in their hands, the guards throw him out of the door like a bag of trash, as if this is a fucking movie where all human right are too lame to be mentioned. And that hurt, you assfaces.
Gritting his teeth, he gets back on his feet, shaking off the dirt on his shirt and pants. His favorite cap has fallen on the sidewalk and Baekhyun promises to get them for staining the red cloth as he picks it up, placing it back on his head after he’s sure nothing is to stick between his blonde dyed locks.
“Are you okay?”
Not expecting the soft voice coming behind him, he slowly turns around, clenching his fists in irritation; who dares to be nice and kind when he’s fuming with anger and embarrassment? “What?!” he snaps, just to slap his own self when he recognizes who is he talking to.
It’s his one hundred thousand won, and he’s an agnostic but sweet Jesus that’s the hottest money he has ever seen. Last night he had noted the nice ass, but up close… Someone that short - one or two centimeters shorter than Baekhyun even, shouldn’t carry that black suit this well. The black linen trousers outlining the well-shaped legs, the jacket oozing out authority while the white button-up shirt emphasizes his soft facial features. His smile is, Baekhyun has never been one to care about smiles but, this is outright dazzling him, and it’s actually directed to the youngster and not at the pathetic scene from a minute prior.
“I suppose this is yours,” the hundred bucks says, his arm out in a weird position - oh right, there is an object in his palm and it’s directed at him.
Baekhyun squints his eyes at the leather bracelet, and realizes one of his are missing from his right wrist. “Right.” He chuckles awkwardly. “Thanks.”
One hundred bucks smiles at him again. “I hope you don’t mind me, but I saw what those security guards did to you. It was pretty rude, acting as if you are a piece of old napkin.”
Well, his hundred bucks has witnessed his embarrassment. Nice going. “Uh- That, I-”
“Why did they do that, you think?” The object of his expensive bet says, eyebrows slightly raised in interest.
Baekhyun decides it’s a good idea to stick to the original story. “My phone has been crushed by some car, by someone I saw leaving this building and I wanted a replacement.”
“Is that so?” The hundred bucks holds his right wrist gently, and although the touch is indirect due to the huge amount of leather bracelets in Baekhyun’s arm, the feeling is pleasant. “Follow me, then. I think we should have a fair discussion.”
Different than expected, but his plan is working just as it should. “Sure.”
As any normal person, the hundred bucks deems the lingering touch unnecessary and pulls away, though Baekhyun wouldn’t really mind it if he did otherwise. Letting the other male lead the way up the few steps of stairs he was previously pushed from, he is awarded with a nice view of his money’s rather satisfying ass.
As soon as the hundred bucks pushes the glass door open, the guards immediately flock around them, with that annoying desk clerk’s shouts of “Sir! Sir!” sounding like ducks squeaking to Baekhyun as he runs to them.
“Mr. Joonmyun!” the clerk stops breathlessly in front of the two - the fuck, even Baekhyun can run those five meters from the information desk to the door. “Sir, this guy-”
“I’ll see him my office, okay?” The hundred bucks smiles at the men, seeming unaffected from the clerk’s annoying self. “Please rest assured and go get back to your respectable works.”
Hesitantly or not, the men (and that clerk) obeys with reverent bows, and it doesn’t take an idiot to understand Baekhyun’s one hundred bucks worths a lot more than their stupid bet in here.
“Joonmyun?” Baekhyun asks once the digging glares of the desk clerk is out of sight and the elevator doors. “Is that your first name?”
“Yes, it is.” Joonmyun smiles at him once again - couldn’t he just punch Baekhyun’s stomach if he wanted it to feel heavy that much?
“Then… Why are they calling you by your first name and with courtesy?” After a pause, Baekhyun remembers the guy beside him is his target and he needs to be less himself. “I mean, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Joonmyun shakes his head slowly. “Not at all. There are five Kims in the company, minus the employees with the incidentally same surnames. Mr. Kim is my father, and to prevent any confusion between me and my brothers, who are also the heads of the company, we are known with our first names.”
“Saying because you Kims are hella crowded was enough,” Baekhyun mumbles, and curses himself when he realizes he just said it out loud.
Thankfully, Joonmyun only laughs. “I am a details-person,” he says with an apologetic, but also cheerful tone. “I like answering questions as clear as I can.”
“I think it must be handy, though,” Baekhyun replies with an effort to get a good impression.
“It never caused any harm, to be honest,” Joonmyun agrees with another ass kicking smile, just in time for the elevator to ding to signal their destination. “We are there.”
The whole way up to thirtieth floor was a bit longer than usual elevator rides, but remembering how high the building was (or just thinking fucking thirtieth floor would be enough), he decides it was a rather fast elevator.
“Yeah, the elevator said just the same,” Baekhyun blurts out. He promises he will let Chanyeol punch him next time, because fuck, he probably has sounded like snubbing and pushed away his money by his own.
His panic is washed with relief when he hears Joonmyun’s laughter again. “Right, right. Come on, my office is this way.”
He’s beside Joonmyun now, and although he can’t see his ass unless he obviously checks it out, the feeling is still nice, he notes with slight surprise. Of course it’d be nice, the most handsome guy he’s seen recently is Chanyeol, who is found attractive by everyone else often, but just a disgusting bastard and questionable best friend to Baekhyun; considering Chanyeol is his only regular buddy.
It’s only a few steps until the leather plated door with a sign that says “Kim Joonmyun - CEO Assistant”, and he should have requested a bigger money from Chanyeol because if CEO if Joonmyun’s father as he presumes, then this is one big fish he is ought to catch.
Joonmyun turns the handle, motioning Baekhyun to go inside. “You first, please,” he instructs, making Baekhyun feel somewhat important; he has seen this courtesy only directed at other people.
Hoping he has returned the smile this time, he steps in, ready to flop himself on one of the armchairs because getting dazzled often right after getting thrown at least two meters flying out of some glass door.
At least he was ready, before his eyes open ten miles wide across the sight before him.
On the armchair, right behind the desk, sits an orange-haired figure with a slim, young guy on his lap. The second one is often moaning incoherently, moving his hands around wherever he can find on the other’s body; sometimes hair, shoulders, neck or even shirt. The orange-headed guy holds the slimmer one’s face with a hand, steadying his head as he kisses the latter with tongues occasionally in sight; and the latter’s cheeks seem to have flushed pink even from a distance with the obvious sparks of ecstasy in his eyes, waist bent in a perfect ‘s’ shape towards his partner, sounds making their way out of his mouth between kisses, and it’s not hard to guess why seeing as the orange’s other hand is disappearing between the guy’s open zippers.
The sight is too endearing for Baekhyun to stay unaffected.
“Minseok!” Joonmyun exclaims behind Baekhyun, ruining the dizzying atmosphere in the office. “Just what do you think you are doing?”
The orange-head pulls away from the slim one on the top of him, causing the other to whine with thirst. A pair of almond eyes turn to him, calm as if he hasn’t been caught on it just now - that’s when Baekhyun realizes he knows that smirking face. “Just wanted to see if I could make Sehun come on your chair before you came back from your lunch break. And I did. Twice.” With a pull of his left hand and another moan from his partner, he adds with a too audible whisper. “And third is on the way.”
Joonmyun glares. “You wanted to harass Sehunnie on my chair just to see you could?”
“It’s not harassing if he’s willing.” Minseok grins. “Hey, Byun-Baek.”
“Hey,” Baekhyun greets back, remembering the times Minseok would take him and Chanyeol to some fancy clubs they could never afford, before he went to China for whole two months recently. Maybe they’d do it again sometime, he muses.
Joonmyun ignores the communication between them, breaking Baekhyun’s train of thoughts and choosing to squeeze the bridge of his nose instead. “Minseok,” he says with a voice way too calm. “Get out of my office.”
“Nice way to talk to your elders, Mr. Etiquette,” Minseok mocks. “Come on, ‘Hun, let’s continue in my office,” he says to the Sehun guy; the young boy merely nods before Minseok lifts him by his thighs and encircles them around his waist.
Baekhyun isn’t sure how he must feel about Sehun’s crotch hidden as it’s pressed against Minseok’s.
‘Score,’ he mouths approvingly to Minseok behind Joonmyun’s back with a thumb up, and the elder winks at him before he closes the door on the remaining duo.
“I am sorry about my brother,” Joonmyun says and he actually sounds sorry. “I had no idea he’d...” He sighs. “Nevermind. Do you still want to take a seat or would like to get away from… you know.”
Brother? So the rich buddy is actually one of the heirs of the largest native company in Korea. Good to know.
Baekhyun shrugs, his smile assuring. “My roommate is a lot worse than him, trust me. Can say I’m kinda used to it.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Joonmyun comments, and Baekhyun almost laughs at his sincerity. It’s cute. “Byun-Baek? I am not sure this is your real name, is it?”
“A nickname for Byun Baekhyun, actually.”
Joonmyun, guess what, smiles. Baekhyun isn’t sure why he thinks that, but Joonmyun’s smile resembles of angels.
Congratulations on him to get the world’s speediest crush in less than ten minutes.
Allowing himself on one of the leather armchairs, he amuses himself with how Joonmyun hesitantly approaches his own chair, grimacing at the lingering memory and going back around his table to sit across Baekhyun’s chair instead. To be honest, Baekhyun likes this better; he gets a full view of Joonmyun instead of just above-belt.
“Since you came here for your phone, you probably have an idea about whoever has crushed it as an image, right? Or perhaps something significant about the car?”
What phone? Baekhyun is pretty damn sure if a car tried to crush his good ol’ Nokia 3310, there wouldn’t be much of a car left from that mess; and even then, he doubts his phone even cracked...
Joonmyun must have read his confused expression. “You know, you told me-”
Oh. His cover story. “Right, sorry, got distracted for a second,” he excuses himself, supporting his lie with an awkward chuckle. “Yeah, it was an Alfa Romeo.”
“Alfa Romeo?” Joonmyun muses, leaning his chin on his intertwined fingers, before shaking his head. “I don’t remember any other Alfa Romeos in the parking lot.”
“Then maybe it’s your Alfa Romeo.” Baekhyun shrugs, masking his real intent successfully with a statement of a simple mind.
The suited male scowls. “I never get out of the road.” That seems to bring something in his mind. “Where exactly was your phone to be crushed?”
To be honest? Baekhyun has no idea. That was supposed to be just a lame story for the clerk to get him to his one hundred thousand won.
Joonmyun pauses. “Is there even a phone to begin with?”
Fuck.
“You weren’t supposed to be smart.” Baekhyun groans, because he is too late to come up with another alibi. Goodbye one hundred thousand won. Goodbye Joonmyun and goodbye his nice ass.
Leaning back on his chair, Joonmyun breaks out of his business posture. “Well then, Byun Baekhyun. You better be either a talker or a stander, because there is no way out here for you before you explain your real intent.”
Baekhyun gulps at how scarily honest Joonmyun’s voice went. “You weren’t supposed to be so intimidating either.”
“I am a Kim. It’s in our genes.” Joonmyun shrugs. “So is being straightforward, and that’s why you are coming with me for dinner in the evening because I think you are cute and I am not letting go of that.”
Good, because so does Baekhyun. Hoping the origin won’t cost him Joonmyun’s ass, Baekhyun lets out a distressed sigh. “It’s a bet.”
Joonmyun’s eyebrows raise. “Do go on.”
(…)
It’s rare for Baekhyun to be awake before noon unless he has class, but it’s they have forgotten to cover the windows and the sun is annoyingly piercing his eyelids. He has to admit, though, for the first time in his life the morning sun isn’t as irritating as it should be, because where he’s lying is soft and comfortable and he is not talking about the most likely expensive bed.
Deciding it’s a good time to call Chanyeol - he has a weird pleasure of waking his best friend up when he can’t sleep, he reaches out for his oldest friend (his phone) on the drawer next to him.
“Ayo wuddup,” comes the deep voice out of the receiver, and it’s too awake for Baekhyun’s liking.
“Haven’t you slept last night?”
“Nah. Didn’t actually drink, so… you know, insomnia.” Chanyeol doesn’t even yawn, and Baekhyun wonders why his friend still doesn’t see a doctor if he can’t sleep without alcohol. “How’s your bet going?”
“Complete and done, Channie-boy,” Baekhyun says proudly, leaning more against Joonmyun’s chest behind him.
“Shit.” He loves how distressed Chanyeol sounds. “Didn’t actually think you’d manage.”
“I am offended.”
“Oh, cut the crap.”
Baekhyun grins at the receiver. “I have emotions too, ya know. Enough much to get my bet as a boyfriend.”
There is a set of laughter coming from Chanyeol’s line, getting Baekhyun actually vexed this time. “Oh, so you ended up crushing on the object of your bet? Welcome to the Hollywood, Baek, had no idea we were shooting a damned romantic comedy here. Can’t wait for the drama when he finds out how it started.”
Chanyeol’s quick assumption cheers Baekhyun up once again. “Actually, I’ve already-”
The weight pressing on his right ear is suddenly taken away, hence Baekhyun turns to his back and sees a messy-haired Joonmyun with sparkling eyes. And damn, Joonmyun looks so good with messy hair that Baekhyun just wants to hump over him and get it messier - and he probably would, if his phone wasn’t pressed against Joonmyun’s face.
“You must be Chanyeol, I suppose,” he says into the receiver with his business tone, fingers reaching out to trace between Baekhyun’s locks. “I am Joonmyun, and I want to thank you for daring your best friend to get it on with me.”
Baekhyun sneers at that, getting Joonmyun to smile wider in return.
“Oh, and about that one hundred thousand won, you can keep it. Pretend it’s a thank you gift, since Baekhyun won’t need that anymore because his boyfriend is, how do you say it… rich as fuck.”
Baekhyun can’t hold back his laughter this time; foul mouth seriously isn’t Joonmyun’s thing and it just sounds weird. With a grin, Joonmyun ends the call without caring if Chanyeol is still on the line, slowly throwing the phone somewhere rather away on the mattress just as he pulls Baekhyun closer.
“You must be cockier than Jongdae if you think I’ll feed on your money,” Baekhyun declares, mentioning Joonmyun’s brother whom he met as he waited for Joonmyun to finish his work yesterday. “Maybe I needed those hundred bucks.”
“Too bad,” Joonmyun replies after nipping on Baekhyun’s throat. “Consider yourself lucky that I didn’t kick you out once I learned I was just a bet so you didn’t owe that money to Chanyeol instead.”
It’s not offensive, knowing Joonmyun is just being playful and doesn’t really have what it takes to actually piquing people. “Not really. I’d just hook him up with a hot chick or guy and he’d be over it.”
Joonmyun hums against his skin. “I hope it wasn’t passable for you either.”
“Nah. I am too much of a miser for that.”
There is a joshing glint in the elder’s eyes as he raises his head. “You are aware that conflicts with your previ-”
The door opens with a loud kick and two figures stumble into the room, but could be as well as one since Minseok is almost inside the taller boy’s, which he most likely intends to, and seems like he’s sucking Sehun’s soul out.
Baekhyun hears Joonmyun groan. “Minseok…”
The sound jerks Sehun’s head up alarmed, getting Minseok to growl in annoyance. Sehun seems to be more sober than how he’d been when they walked in on them yesterday, having enough sense to at least wave at Joonmyun apologetically this time.
“Let me guess.” Joonmyun lets a breath out of his nose. “You wanted to do it on my bed.”
“You were supposed to be at gym!” Minseok protests. “And we were going to change the sheets.”
“I suggested Jongin’s bed.” Sehun raises his arms in defense; it’s the first time Baekhyun hears his voice and wonders how he could seem embarrassed seconds before his careless statement in that monotone sound.
Joonmyun runs a hand through his hair. “Minseok, seriously…”
“Get out of our room,” Baekhyun demands as to complete Joonmyun’s talk, and thankfully this does the trick to make Minseok pull on Sehun’s wrist and get out without any other exchange of words or display of porn, saving the college student’s time to focus on Joonmyun.
“Our?” His boyfriend of twenty hours asks, an eyebrow raised in question. “Only one night and you’re already claiming your territory?”
Baekhyun smirks, tracing a finger between the abs on Joonmyun’s torso, which he unexpectedly but gladly discovered last night. “This bed is hella comfortable and you’re an imbecile if you think I’d rather prefer those springy bricks in my dorm with a bastard moaning on the top of a girl over that.”
“So you like me for my bed?” Joonmyun mocks, pulling Baekhyun’s arms so the younger shifts until he’s on the top of Joonmyun’s chest.
“It’s all about the bed,” Baekhyun agrees, just a second before leaning down on Joonmyun’s lips.
Alex speaks: You expect me to apogolize for cheap plot and terrible making out scenes?
Ahahahahaha fuck you.