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Tap. Tap. Tap. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. Backspace. Backspace. Slow blinking of the cursor…
Chanyeol rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he blankly stared at the monitor screen, the light of the screen cast a bright glare onto them, disguising his spacing out as intense reading of the code he was reviewing for the law firm’s server that his department was hired to assist.
He sighed heavily and leaned back, scratching at his chin before pushing a hand back through his dark, wavy hair, stifling another sigh as he dropped his hand back to his wireless mouse and actually made himself review the code.
“Everything good, Park?” a light, friendly nudge came into contact with Chanyeol, who resisted from moving away from the hand.
“Yes, JunMyeon,” Chanyeol automatically responded.
No, JunMyeon, I’m bored and life has no meaning outside of video games, which have been ruined for me because you had me here over the weekend to run a server test and code and now all I see is code, you dick.
He thought bitterly and took a drink of his sweet tea to keep his mouth shut and to keep him from looking at JunMyeon’s overly joyous face, and Chanyeol wondered how he could be so happy at all times; it was almost eerie. Chanyeol may have been chief of technology support, but his job was rather boring and he knew that JunMyeon’s title was over his and dealt with the more annoying tasks of having to speak with companies to negotiate contracts or call and make reports in areas that their contractors were lacking in.
Overall, Chanyeol just assumed JunMyeon was either a masochist or actually enjoyed his job.
“Well, good, because we do need this server update to be completed before the firm opens and you’re training the new paralegal there, who starts today!” JunMyeon chirped and clapped Chanyeol on the shoulder happily. “Thank you!” he trilled before moving onto his next victim.
Scratch those two things, he’s just a dick. Chanyeol grumbled softly and slid on his noise canceling headphones, extra bitter because training new employees at the law firm wasn’t his job, that was Kibum’s since he had such great customer service and everyone usually harassed him for help if something went wrong on their computer, but unfortunately for Chanyeol, Kibum was on vacation for the next two-weeks.
God, I need some coffee to make it through this.
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The best part about working in a giant building that had multiple floors of offices was that there was a Starbucks on the first floor, along with a few food chains, so Chanyeol never had to go far if he forgot—read: lazy—to pack lunch.
The bad part about it? Everyone in the damn building also seemed to forget to pack lunch, so the lines were sometimes outrageous that Chanyeol didn’t think that committing murder to get a couple places further up in the line to get an overly priced drink or meal was worth it.
He absentmindedly played Pokémon Go! on his phone, grumbling under his breath about how an Oddish with a CP of 35 should not be that difficult to catch, but yet, here he was, on the third ball, and surprised that it hadn’t fled yet.
He finally caught the damned thing and a few more different types of Pokémon and made it to the front of the line, placed his order and shuffled off the side, eyes glued back to his phone; he shouldn’t have been surprised that he nearly shoulder-head-checked someone to the floor due to his height, as the other person barely reached his shoulder.
The person gasped, a man, Chanyeol figured, guessing from the way they were dressed in pressed light grey slacks, matte black Oxfords, a blazer that matched, and the shirt that he briefly saw was tucked into the waistband of the slacks was a very soft blue with little white polka dots.
Chanyeol quickly steadied the young man, large hand coming to grasp him firmly, yet carefully around his bicep, “I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” the words were just a reflex, as they were something he said when an attorney or staff member in the law firm were flustered and needed the problem fixed ASAP.
The shorter pulled back from Chanyeol’s hold, dusting off imaginary lint from his blazer, a small pout on his lips from being disturbed, he looked up at Chanyeol, eyes widening briefly, because they were standing so close and he backed up a little, “Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, edging by him, fixing his darkish blonde hair nervously out of habit. “The Pikachu you were wanting to catch fled by the way,” he stated with a crescent eyed smile and hurried away to the elevators.
Chanyeol blinked, feeling as if he were in a daze and feeling as if he had met the Sun’s son to bless his day.
Just who are you, Puppy Face? He wondered, watching the elevator doors close, but the man with the youthful face was no longer in sight. Chanyeol startled a bit when he heard his last name being shouted and he hastily grabbed his coffee, he glanced at the elevator again, looking above the doors to see what floor they stopped on, but the number bulbs had already gone dull.
Dammit. Chanyeol huffed and took a sip of his coffee, hissing softly as he burned his tongue and upper lip and he sulkily headed to the elevators, mood even more gray, because cute boy was gone and he wouldn’t be able to taste things for a while.
The moment Chanyeol sat down, Kyungsoo was coming up to him, Chanyeol usually didn’t have a problem with him, as the shorter usually kept to himself and only came to Chanyeol in dire emergencies, so Chanyeol’s heart was racing a little faster in fear rather than the caffeine.
“Nothing is on fire,” Kyungsoo huffed and saw Chanyeol relax in his chair. “JunMyeon Hyung just asked me to tell you to go meet the new person personally,” he shrugged. “JunMyeon thinks I strike the fear of God in you or some stupid shit,” he rolled his eyes.
“You’re shorter than me and filled with pure rage, anyone would be wary of you,” Chanyeol teased, this was one person that Chanyeol could joyfully banter with. He playfully flinched away when Kyungsoo stood straighter, “Ah, don’t’ hurt me!~” he chuckled shrilly and that caused Kyungsoo’s stern face to turn his lips into a heart-shaped smile.
“I’d go for the knees, Beanpole,” Kyungsoo reminded him. “Anyway, make sure you don’t have coffee breath before you go talk to the new guy, just email us his name and whatnot, cool?”
“Yea, got it,” Chanyeol waved him away and saw Kyungsoo happily turn away to go back to his desk that was in the furthest part of the office. He popped in a piece of gum, gathered himself mentally and made himself brave it out to go talk to a stranger.
Chanyeol got up from his desk and waltzed over to where Kibum’s desk was and went to the short filing cabinet that Kibum stored all the training manuals for all the computer programs, Chanyeol at least knew that person was a paralegal and he whistled softly as he left the IT department that was down the hall from the law firm.
He pushed through the frosted doors and greeted the secretary up front with a kind smile, she was middle-and very sweet, she always told Chanyeol to grab a soda, water, or coffee if he wanted something.
“Hi there!” she chirped.
“Good morning, Sun-Hee,” Chanyeol smiled to her. “I’m here to train the new paralegal?”
“Ah, yes!” Sun-Hee said, she hurried around her desk and beckoned Chanyeol to follow her to one of the conference rooms. “He finished up his paperwork, I was going to show him where he’ll be stationed.”
Yes, yes, let’s get this moving. Chanyeol thought, he tried not to be so impatient, but having to be a software trainer was exhausting, especially when they’d just been ringing him up maybe six to eight times a week and that was something he was dreading, as now, they’d be face to face, Chanyeol would have to at least pretend that he was enjoying their company and their stale sense of humor.
Sun-Hee knocked politely before nudging the door open to Chanyeol’s favorite conference room out of the three that this law firm had, it was the center room, the outside walls were windows, allowing the people in that room to view out onto the expansive lake and the blossom trees that were across the body of water; he set up this room himself and probably lingered more than he had too, but hey, no one snitched.
The door was pushed open and Chanyeol kept his gaze cut to the side, he heard Sun-Hee saying something about situated with his paperwork, he zoned out until he felt a light pressure on his arm and that’s when he tuned back in, he was about the force the people pleasing smile and introduce himself, but the breath stayed trapped in his lungs; it was that soft, boxy smile, sleepy, puppy eyes turned into happy crescents, soft lips shaping to pronounce his own name.
“Hi there,” the smile turned a little impish at this point. “Nice to meet you, Pokémon Trainer, I’m Byun Baekhyun, please teach me well so I’m able to overcome all my battles and become campion.”
Chanyeol could only stare in awe; he was pretty sure he found The One.