(i specialize in crap titles)

sf9 rowoon (seokwoo) x chani (chanhee)

office workers 

seokwoo is stressed, and chanhee happens to walk in and solve his problem

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   He slapped the stack of papers down on his desk. He picked his glasses off his nose, massaged it with such intensity that he winced when his fingernail dug a line through his skin and combed the same hand through his hair. He folded his glasses on the keys of his laptop and leaned back into his chair, the leather whining under his weight and squeaking like a rusty swing set. He closed his eyes, not bothering to check the text he just received - for his phone was on the other side of the desk and the sound wasn't bugging him much. Nor did he want to speak up to ask who entered his office.

   He was just so tired; this week was the most draining he's ever experienced, and he's been with this company for six years. They just integrated with a smaller label - well, swallowed it up because it was about to file for bankruptcy and his CEO "just couldn't let those talented girls go." Everything was hectic; newly appointed and promoted managers running around trying to get profiles checked off, stylists and overwhelmed make-up artists being greeted by manila folders the size of textbooks on their desks, the marketing team having to lock themselves in a meeting room with four drink holders worth of coffee just to get three social media accounts opened while desperately pleading for the graphic designers to send in their logos and solo photos.

   It was all such a mess, and he didn't want his headache to worsen if he thought about all the stress the financial part of this brought to the table, which all happened to be dumped onto him: Choi Seokwoo, CFO of Woon Entertainment.

   "Quit frowning, it causes your face to wrinkle. You're too handsome to have a wrinkly face."

   Just hearing his voice made the throbbing near his left temple dissipate slightly. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be managing your team? You know, your job."

   "Shut up, you're not doing your job either." A pair of hands slithered over his shoulders, thumbs driving themselves into his back before moving in circles. Seokwoo sighed. "And besides, you looked stressed."

   "You think?"

   "Hey, don't have an attitude with me." He pinched Seokwoo's neck; the older let out a breathy chuckle. "I'm just as stressed as you are."

   "I just don't understand why we had to undertake 10 girls." He limply threw his hands up prior to them crashing down by his sides. "10, really?"

   "They've been together for four years, baby, we can't just rip the group in half."

   "But the damn CEO can let her workers rip each other and themselves apart over this, yeah, that seems fair."

   He heard a deep laugh and it made his chest feel warm. "All you ever do is complain."

   "And you don't, Mr. Kang Chanhee?" His thumbs stopped.

   "Oh shit, what did I do?"

   Seokwoo chortled. "Nothing sweetheart, just a joke. And don't stop, it feels nice." He waved at Chanhee's hands.

   He heard a sound akin to a laugh before the younger began massaging his shoulders again.

   "You give the best massages," Seokwoo commented.

   "I know." Both smiled. "Oh, wanna hear something funny?"

   "Please. These fucking contracts are so boring."

   Another sound, then, "I got assigned to this new team, and they're -"

   "Lemme guess: Immature?"

   "Close. They're really set on marketing these girls in a light that isn't..." He hummed. "Appropriate."

   "Aren't they all over 20 though?"

   "Yes, thankfully, but...it's too deep to dive into right now, we can talk about the details later, but -"

   "Really, leaving me hanging?" Seokwoo complained.

   "I could walk out this door right now."

   "No." He fastened his hands around Chanhee's wrists. "This is really nice, keep talking."

   "That's more like it." The younger grinned. His hands traveled down to Seokwoo's back, rubbing up and down and dragging his nails along his dress shirt. Seokwoo hummed.

   "Do you have anything to do after work?" Chanhee asked. The older smiled, knowing exactly where this was going.

   "I was planning on going to the store to try out a new recipe I found. Some baked pasta with a fuck ton of cheese."

   "You do love your cheese." He felt the man's head on his shoulder, his breath fanning over his ear, and his fingers pinching his sides.

   "I would invite you over, but you tend to get in the way."

   "Yeah...I like playing around." Chanhee chuckled while Seokwoo rolled his eyes, the fingers rubbing circles on his hips.

   The older lay his head back, flicking his eyes to the side; the younger's hair was pinned back with a sparkly blue barrette, something the other gave to him as a joke. He reached up and poked the clip. "Where'd you find this?"

   "Inside one of the drawers of my desk. It's cute isn't it?" He rocked his head from side to side.

   Seokwoo chuckled and ruffled his hair, bringing his head closer until he pressed his lips on his hair. "You're so cute." He kissed his head.

   Chanhee scrunched his nose. "No I'm not. I'm a 22-year-old grown man. If anything, I'm handsome." He dug his knuckle into Seokwoo's hip, earning the younger a squeal and for him to jerk to the left.

   "That hurt Channie."

   "Oh, you're so full of it." The older felt the tip of his nose graze his neck. "Can we stay like this for a while?"

   "I don't know..." He craned his neck to look down the hall. A pair of arms pulled him back however; Seokwoo, routinely, rolled his eyes. "I have a feeling one of your employees will walk in on us."

   A smack to his chest, then, "Don't say things like that."

   "I'm just telling the truth." His eyes followed a figure from behind the blinds of his office. "Oh look, it's Mrs. Jeong."

   Chanhee flinched and ripped himself off the older; Seokwoo howled and clapped, bending down to laugh while resting his head on his desk. He heard - amidst his wheezes - the younger huff and aggressively fix the cuffs of his dress shirt.

   "You're such an ass."

   He turned his head to glance up at his boyfriend; his cheeks were red, his eyes were narrowed, his arms were tightly crossed across his chest, and his hair was frizzier than he remembered it being when he walked into the building. Seokwoo smiled.

   "And you're adorable." He reached out and gently grabbed the other's hand. He brought his hand up and pressed a wet kiss onto his knuckles. "Plus you look good."

   Chanhee tore his hand away and stalked towards the door, scoffing. Seokwoo simply laughed and raised his head to watch the boy halt at the threshold, the hand he kissed buried in his pocket.

   "Romancing your way out of that may have worked this time, but I'm not going to let you keep playing this game with me."

   The other giggled. Chanhee bit his lip.

   "I'm coming over tonight whether you like it or not. We are making pasta, and there's nothing you can do about it." He demanded. God, he did look so cute, Seokwoo thought.

   "Mhm, sure, whatever you want sweetheart." His cheeks hurt from smiling.

   "Ugh, I hate you," Chanhee grumbled. He stuck his tongue out at the elder and made a face prior to slamming the door to Seokwoo's office.

   "Love you too Chanhee." 

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