checking his phone, yangyang had a frown on his face before pocketing it and getting the things he needed for his next class from his locker. his moment alone was then disturbed by a specific someone who just had to slam a hand and force his locker closed. with eyes being unamused at the action, yangyang turned to his side and raised a brow at whom came to greet him.

❝oh damn,❞ jaemin was taken aback by how the younger was looking at him. ❝who pissed your cereal?❞

thinking about it, jaemin scrunched his nose in disgust.

sighing, yangyang shook his head and started to walk to his next class with jaemin following from beside. ❝how are you still able to walk?❞

tilting his head to the side, jaemin was unable to understand what the other meant. last time he remembered, he hand no injury in his legs. ❝because i can?❞

❝jeno didn't pound at you mercilessly?❞ yangyang said so casually. ❝renjun didn't suck the life out of you?❞

fortunately for jaemin, the younger had only said it silently enough for the two of them to hear. but he just had to be dramatic about it and cover yangyang's mouth harshly. clicking his tongue, jaemin nudged him. ❝you should filter your words sometimes.❞

❝how do i say that in the most innocent way?❞ yangyang managed to say after he removed the older's hand from his mouth with force. who knows where that hand had been touching?

now that he said something about it, jaemin had no idea at all. the other then shrugged as he followed the younger since the two of them had the same classes while his boyfriends goes to a different one. ❝hey, if something is bothering you, you can just tell me about it.❞

❝is it that obvious?❞ yangyang lowered his head, frowning after remembering the message he had received minutes ago.

❝you have been looking like this ever since your boyfriend had brought it to you that he'll be finding a new secretary.❞ throwing an arm over yangyang's shoulder, jaemin tried to comfort him. even though he wasn't as good as renjun in comforting someone, he's trying. ❝he will find someone who's in it for the job, don't worry!❞

that is actually one of the things as to why yangyang wasn't in the mood. jaemin noticed the younger not speaking nor reacting to what he said, making him think that there is something else that getting inside his head.

❝still about hendery?❞

heaving out a sigh for the second time, yangyang nodded his head and decided to tell him before getting inside their class. ❝he won't be able to pick me up later. he said that he's going to be busy with the interview.❞

it's not that it was the first time yangyang had to go home, which is also hendery's house, he's just really pressed about the fact that his boyfriend is getting a secretary.

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it was such a wonderful day with the sun greeting by the window, the bird chirping in reminder that it was already morning, and the alarm clock ringing just to be ignored by a sleeping male.

meet xiao dejun, someone who's supposed to be awake by this hour because of an appointment he had.

but what is he doing right now? sleeping.

snoring really loud, he had his feet up on to the wall, upper body dangling down the bed, and arm spread across the bed. his position on the bed was quite questionable, it doesn't look comfortable at all. but the male was sleeping with loud snores so it probably is comfortable for him. he would even probably have the chance to sleep the whole day if it weren't for a little kid barging inside his room and greeting him with both his little hands slapping his cheeks.

❝hm, fu—❞ just as he was about to curse at how hard the slap was, xiaojun widened his eyes upon seeing a familiar kid inside his room. ❝sian?❞

❝mama told me to wake uncle xiao up!❞ the little kid happily announced, victorious at the part of waking xiaojun from his deep sleep.

settling himself up on the bed, sitting down and contemplating with his decisions in life for a moment, xiaojun reached for his alarm clock that is still ringing and hid it inside to one of his cabinets that's just right beside his small bed.

the little kid tilted his head to the side while watching xiaojun spacing out, drool already drying up at the corner of his lips, and hair tangled up. he looked like a mess and it didn't fail to make the little boy laugh, catching xiaojun's attention.

❝wait,❞ the male yawned, scratching his head while stretching the other arm. ❝how did you get in here?❞

❝mama brought me here!❞

it took the male a good minute to fully wake up and panic after knowing that this boy's other father, which is the landlord, is here inside the apartment he rented. ❝is kun ge here to ask for the monthly payment!?❞

sian couldn't understand what xiaojun was blabbering about. he stayed silent there while watching the male scurry off and quickly wash his face up to at least look presentable. the moment the male came out of the small bathroom, the little boy was about to say something but he was cut off by a voice coming from the doorway.

both turning to the side, xiaojun gulped at the sight of the landlord wrapped in apron and holding a spatula.

❝no idiot, i'm here to cook for your breakfast.❞ the owner of the voice had said, pointing the spatula to the male that just woke up.

approaching the landlord, ❝kun ge..❞ xiaojun shamelessly kneeled down to the floor, even startled the little boy with his action, and had clasped his hand as if he was praying. ❝just one more month, let me—❞

kun, the landlord and also the other father of the kid that just woke xiaojun up, was aware how much this person was having a hard time paying his bills and even paying the monthly rent. he was just lucky enough that the landlord was nice enough to let him stay even though he already has a two-month debt that is still needed to pay.

honestly, xiaojun actually thinks that he was just too lucky to have stumbled upon the most nicest family in the world. the landlord's husband would sometimes check up on him if he was doing well and even bring him food everytime he arrives after work. then there's this kid of theirs that is also fun to be with. as a payment for being nice towards him, xiaojun would always volunteer to babysit their child.

it didn't feel like a job since it's just like playing with a little brother.

❝mama, why is uncle xiao praying?❞ the little kid questioned in the most innocent way.

shaking his head, kun decided not to answer it and just help the praying male stand up. ❝don't you have an interview today?❞

pausing for a moment, xiaojun gasped and quickly went to check the time. ❝interview!❞

he actually forgot about it. well, he saw a job offering a high pay and xiaojun didn't even bother checking for what spot it is. he just applied for it and now had an appointment for an interview around an hour from now. problem is, he still hasn't fixed himself. he was still in his tank top and shorts that had a rubber duckie prints on it.

❝i asked hansol if you could borrow a suit,❞ kun said while the younger was panicking inside the room. ❝it's in the living room.❞

❝god,❞ not caring that he hasn't taken a bath yet, xiaojun went over to engulf his landlord a tight hug. ❝you guys are a blessing.❞

seeing the sight of xiaojun hugging his mama, the little boy ran towards them and also wrapped his small arms around his father and the male. he chuckled for no reason and it snapped kun back from his senses.

❝right, just go and fix yourself.❞ the older said as he cleared his throat. ❝you don't want to be late for the interview, do you?❞

saluting like a soldier, xiaojun received a good laugh from the little boy. he held himself from having his lips curved up to a smile at that. ❝yes sir!❞

kun let out a sigh, not knowing what to do with him. although, his company was great and he could also tell that his son enjoys being with him.

meanwhile, xiaojun was already excited as to what was going to be the outcome of the interview. if even he'd get the chance to be accepted, he can finally get to pay the debts he had.

🦋

okay, maybe he got too excited that he forgot about the time. he had so much fun entertaining the landlord's child while eating breakfast that he didn't get the chance to check what time it is. kun had to force xiaojun out of the apartment since he kept on apologizing for enjoying too much with his son.

now, he was panting while running. wearing a suit while looking like he was in a race for a marathon wasn't quite the best thing in life. however, xiaojun had no choice since he only had minutes left. fortunately for him, the building wasn't that quite far from his apartment. it's just a ten-minute run, and that was what xiaojun is doing right now.

❝damn.❞ the man breathed, eyeing the building that he'll be working in the future.

shaking his head, he shouldn't be getting to confident with this. what if he messes up? what if he doesn't even find the way to the room? better yet, what if the ceo is someone whom he bullied during elementary days and—

his thoughts was cut off by a car getting in his way. ❝hey!❞ he hissed, furrowing his brows at the driver even though he couldn't see who it was because of the tinted glass. but nonetheless, that didn't stop xiaojun from scolding whoever it was. ❝you should at least watch your way!❞

but all he received was a honk, making him jump from his place. looking around, that's where he knew that it wasn't the driver's fault but it was his. he was standing in the middle of the driveway.

chuckling nervously, xiaojun took apologetic bows before moving out of the way. the person inside the car didn't even bother stepping out to at least acknowledge his apology and that honestly pissed xiaojun.

❝whoever that was,❞ he huffed while running a hand through his messed up hair from running. ❝hope you have a bad day.❞

he cursed inside his head before making himself look professional while making his way inside the building. xiaojun had his mouth agape upon getting inside the building. there were a countable of people walking here and there, bringing files and others bringing clipboards. if it weren't for the suit then he'd actually look like a beggar getting lost in a pile of professional looking people.

coughing, xiaojun gathered the courage to walk up to the receptionist and surprisingly he didn't stutter while asking about his appointment for the day. all he had to do was say his name and someone was already there to guide him to where the interview was being held. with widened eyes, he didn't know that there would be a lot wanting to apply for the job. mostly are women and some men that xiaojun had no plans on associating with.

before that person, who helped him, left, he first asked where the restroom was. with it being pointed at the end of the corridor, xiaojun immediately went there and settled himself in front of the large mirror.

❝who are you?❞ he talked to himself, hopefully being the only one inside the restroom at that moment. he then pointed a finger at the mirror, ❝you are xiao dejun.❞

while he was in the middle of encouraging himself, the scene of a while ago then flashed back inside his head that made him stop from talking about himself.

he was now wondering who was driving that car. ❝seriously, that person had no manners.❞ he mumbled in his own accord. ❝i apologized yet what did that person do? drive away!❞

xiaojun didn't know what got him all worked up with the driver. it probably is because he's just nervous that he couldn't be stable with his emotions and got easily mad at that time. well, it was also his fault for standing in the middle of the driveway. but still, he do believes that the person could have at least stepped out of the car and told him his mistake instead of just honking at him.

❝xiao dejun?❞

with his name being called, he was then snapped out from his thoughts when a man came peeking inside the restroom. he didn't know how he got his name but he didn't want to question it out. ❝that's me, why?❞

❝it's your turn, are you ready?❞

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