"Quick! Hide me!"

Kim Taeyeon felt a tug behind her, pulling her towards a wide rack of dresses. "What the hell?" she hissed as she pulled free from her friend's hold. It's almost the end of their shift. She's tired and wouldn't tolerate another dumb prank. "What's the matter with you?"

"Again." Byun Baekhyun breathed as he sat low under the rack and hugged his knees to his chest. "Look at the entrance!" He pulled the dresses to his face, desperately making a cover-up.

Sighing, Taeyeon looked at the boutique's entrance only to spot a tall, red-haired guy with looks that could practically make every girl melt into a puddle. As usual, he is covered in designer clothes, chewing gum, and glaring at everyone in the store with his beautiful amber eyes.

"Again?" Taeyeon whispered to herself, shaking her head in disbelief as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I can't believe this, Byun."

"If he ask for me, tell him I'm absent... Or dead." Baekhyun said in a hushed voice. He even draped a maternity dress over his body to cover his presence. "J-just don't let him come near this rack! Please, please, please."

"Baek, we are sales personnel. We are on duty. We are supposed to serve our customers." Taeyeon started fixing the rack of dresses Baekhyun just messed up. "What if the manager catches you hiding there? You're dead meat."

Baekhyun groaned but made no move to get out of his hiding place. "He'll make fun of me again," he breathed. "Serving that bastard isn't anything easy, okay? The last time, both my legs almost killed me!"

Rolling her eyes, Taeyeon fixed her bun. "How did you meet again?"

"Well, I..." Baekhyun gulped and pulled a dress to his face. "He asked for a new stock and I... I... I accidentally gave him a pack of panties instead of the boxers. B-but I didn't mean that! The stock got mixed up and I... I..." he trailed off, looking down in embarrassment. He still can't forget how the handsome guy glared down at him the next day, almost asking for their manager. Baekhyun just begged for mercy for him not to get fired.

"Oh. Wow." Taeyeon bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Goodluck on that." Then before Baekhyun could hold unto the skirt of her saleslady uniform, Taeyeon hurried towards the other corner of the store where an old lady was asking for her size for a certain blouse.

Baekhyun cursed under his breath and proceeded on watching through the gaps between the dresses around him. The red-haired man is walking around the store, looking at some printed socks and shoes. He doesn't seem to be looking for him and he's a few feet from Baekhyun. A safe distance indeed.

"Um. Excuse me?"

With a start, Baekhyun looked back at a pregnant woman standing beside him. She's wearing a long maternity dress and she's frowning whilst looking down at him with concern. "O-oh," Baekhyun stammered. "H-how may I help you?"

Unsure, the woman reached for a dress. "Is there a larger size for this?"

"T-that?" Baekhyun clumsily crawled out of the rack. "I-I'll go check." He took the dress from the customer, stooped low, and made a run towards the stock room. Finally out of danger zone, Baekhyun sighed and decided to just look over the shelves, finding a larger size for the dress he's holding. He was sweating and breathing heavily but getting away from the red-haired giant is a major relief.

When Baekhyun finally stepped out of the stock room, Mr. Red Hair is nowhere to be seen. He can't believe the sense of calmness that washed over his entire being so when he walked back to the pregnant lady, he's again wearing his usual, professional smile.

"Here it is, ma'am." he said, handing the dress to the woman. "I'm absolutely sure this dress would look great on you."

"Oh, thanks," the lady bowed before heading to the cashier in slow paces.

With the problem gone, Baekhyun went to fold some pants and replace empty hangers with blouses. He's been working for that certain clothes store for a year now and never did he make any mistake until that supposed-to-be-boxers incident.

Baekhyun just can't believe why Mr. Red Hair kept such a grudge. Whenever he comes back to the store, he would ask for Baekhyun and make sure to give stupid tasks and orders like asking for three different sizes for five different shirts. And in the end, he would only choose one.

From that day on, Baekhyun made sure to hide whenever Mr. Red Hair comes into view. It's the only thing to do so he could actually survive the day. Soon enough, a co-worker asked for Baekhyun's help in the fitting room.

"I don't really know much when it comes to guy clothes, you know?" Yoona said as they walked back towards the cubicles. "So I can't give him any advice."

"Sure. I'll take care of it." Baekhyun grinned as he walked towards the farthest cubicle where a customer was asking for some help. The thick curtain was pulled close so Baekhyun has to lean a little closer to make know of his presence. "Excuse me? This is Baekhyun. I heard you need some help with your clothes?"

"Ah, yes." the guy answered from the other side of the curtain. He has deep, throaty voice; like some kind of a sexy movie star in bed. Geez, the comparison, huh?

"Mind if I look?" Baekhyun asked kindly.

Then without warning, a hand grabbed the edge of the curtain and pulled it open. "I can't seem to know which pair of pants would fit me the best," Mr. Red Hair murmured with a smirk. "What do you think... Baekhyun?"

Unfortunately, Byun Baekhyun is currently out of words. He really thought Mr. Red Hair already left the store. He can't believe he's still here, standing two feet from him with a sexy, crooked smile on his inhumanly handsome face. No matter how Baekhyun hates his guts, man, he can't deny the fact that he's hot. A total hottie.

"U-uh..." Baekhyun swallowed loudly. "W-what... I mean... U-um..."

The guy gestured to the pants he's wearing. "What do you think?" he raised a brow. He's now looking at Baekhyun teasingly, like part of him is waiting for the smurf to just breakdown and cry.

"Um, i-it's nice, sir." Baekhyun breathed, his mind clouded. "I-it's already the best, I swear." He desperately want this guy out of the store before he do something like---

"Chanyeol," Mr. Red Hair said. "The name's Park Chanyeol." And he's watching Baekhyun again with that same playful expression like he always does whenever he comes at the store. But that look would always come with annoying tasks and errands he would throw at the poor sales person.

Baekhyun nodded. He could only nod right now. And 'Park Chanyeol', huh? Somehow, that name fits every detail of him.

"Fetch me a different style, will you?" Chanyeol casually said. "Maybe black? Or ripped?"

"Okay," Baekhyun sighed, finally accepting his fate. He touched the back of his neck and took one last deep breath. He has to do this. "Black or ripped?"

Chanyeol smirked. "Black."

"Black." Baekhyun repeated and went on his way, fetching every black pants in Chanyeol's size. Because the giant is always there, he already memorized his sizes; from hats to shoes. He's that regular. And that annoying.

When he went back to the fitting room, Baekhyun's face is practically hidden behind the pile of clothes he's carrying with his slender arms. "Here you go," he placed the pants on a small table by the cubicle. "All the best pairs! What do you like?"

"Hm," Chanyeol lazily picked on the pants, gazing at them with bored eyes. "Not my type. They're too lame."

"Lame, huh?" Baekhyun can't seem to hide his irritation.

Chanyeol found the tone amusing. "How about ripped?"

Baekhyun gestured at the pile of pants. "Oh. I got some ripped here--"

"Ripped and denim." the giant interrupted him. "I don't like black anymore."

"B-but you said..." Then Baekhyun paused. Of course there's no use in arguing right now. This always happens anyway. Chanyeol would always make sure he'll make the smurf suffer despite being nice and all. "Okay." Baekhyun sighed, looking down. "I'll go get some."

"Good." Chanyeol said as he closed the curtain to his face.

Baekhyun glared. "Bastard."

This happened for another three times. Chanyeol asked for white pants. Then acid-wash. Then brown. But in the end, he chose a black skinny that's ripped at the knees. Byun Baekhyun is sweating until his uniform is clinging to his back and his breaths are coming in short.

"Now," Chanyeol grinned triumphantly. "How about something for a date?"

"D-date?" Baekhyun murmured. "You mean, coats? Shirts? Button-downs?"

Chanyeol frowned, thinking. "How about you, Baekhyun? When you go on a date, what do you wear?"

The question surprised him and the smurf obviously blushed. "U-uh..." he bit his lip as he looked away. "I-I... I don't really... I don't know."

"What's that?" Chanyeol stooped low so he could look at Baekhyun's face. Then his voice dropped to a whisper when he saw the smurf's embarrassed state. "What did you say? You don't know?"

The blush on Baekhyun's face is getting redder and redder. "I-I don't know." he breathed. "I never went for a... a... d-date before."

There's a sharp intake of breath and before Baekhyun knew it, he's being dragged into the fitting room, a hand gripping his waist to push him against the mirror. He grabbed Chanyeol's arm and was about to scream when the giant silenced him with a kiss. It was a deep, passionate kiss that made all the wits leave him and the only thing he could feel are soft plump lips moving against his own.

In an instant, Baekhyun is breathless and gasping for air. He pushed Chanyeol by the chest with all the remaining energy he has. "W-what..." he pants. "What the hell?!"

On the other hand, Park Chanyeol is also breathing heavily as he wipes the bottom of his lips. "You're dense," he whispered, lips inches from the smurf's. "You really think I go here every time just to make your life miserable?"

Baekhyun blinked. "What?" he can't believe his ears. "Well... Well, yeah. Of course! What else must I expect from you?" He backed against the mirror but he can't make another inch to set them apart. The giant has a very good grip on his waist and hand.

"You're dense." Chanyeol repeated, his eyes more serious now. All the playfulness is suddenly gone. "You're dense, Byun Baekhyun."

"Oh yeah?" Baekhyun is starting to get annoyed. "Then you're mean! And arrogant!"

Chanyeol pursed his lips like he's trying to fight off a grin. "Go out with me." he suddenly whispered as he started to lean closer. "Please go out with me." His fresh breath washed over Baekhyun's face and he felt his knees wobble.

This guy's undeniably gorgeous.

"W-why would I do that?" Baekhyun tried to sound stern. "You're---"

"I like you." Chanyeol's hand tightened around him. "I like you so go out with me."