when in heat [2/5]
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Half an hour and eight frantic calls to Byul-yi later, Baekhyun finally got out of being imprisoned in the damp bathroom stall. That was an experience he'd never want to go through again. If only he could get his hand on the insolent alpha again. Fucking asshole, thinks he can get away from senior executive Byun? Just you wait.
Baekhyun was now seated in his office, working through mounds of paperwork that the new CFO Do had dumped on him. Never seen him in real life, and Baekhyun would love to keep it that way. He didn't want to meet the newly suit-booted and silvers-spooned heir-apparent of Do Corp, the rookie who had no shame in delegating dumping truckloads of work on everyone, fuck seniority and respect. To top it all off, there were rumours that this guy was doing the rounds in mufti, taking advantage of the fact that noone had seen him before, snooping around for his dad on all the employees. Since he's joined a week ago, three executives have already been forced to resign. Looks like Baekhyun's job is on the line. Ouch.
Byul-yi poked her little brown head into the office, black eyes widened in fear. "Baek, you're needed in the CFO's office." He wanted to tell Byul-yi to stop mothering him and calling him Baek, but he had other things to worry about. Like his recent acquisition of an attractive fire-able lazy ass, which will put his job on the line for half-assing the presentation today. Like worrying about how he'll have to survive on coffee and instant ramyun for a month and living in sweats, circling his options in Times Classifieds with red sketch pens, before he finally lands a job.
As he made his way to the CFO's cabin with dread, he could only remember kindly old Kim, the CFO under whom he'd previously worked. Despite the geezer having filled his head with perverse and homophobic ideas, who had looked at Baekhyun's body more than once with a not-so-innocent side-eye during drunk team night-outs, he was kind enough, and wasn't out to fry Baekhyun's ass with work everyday. And the new fellow Do? He's already sent him twenty heated emails about the "disgustingly incompetent standard of work that your team produces", without even bothering to visit Baekhyun's team or take a look at their huge workloads. And now, he was out to turn Baekhyun from 'Byun Baekhyun, Associate Director, Team 3, Finance department' to 'Byun Baekhyun, Overeducated Unemployed Dipshit'. Just his amazing luck.
Reaching the door, Baekhyun knocked at the fine mahogany wood, with the shiny new brass plaque which read Do Kyungsoo, Chief Financial Officer. Baekhyun's finally going to meet the notorious Do.
No response.
He knocked again. "Sir? Byun Baekhyun here." He said meekly, leaning against the door. He pressed his ear to it. Anyone home?
The door swung open, and a startled Baekhyun now found himself leaning on someone's strong chest. Baekhyun panted, and gasped, nose catching the strong scent of cologne and pheromones. Good Lord, it was the alpha again! Baekhyun's so done for.
"Well, well", the alpha started, his hot breath fanning over Baekhyun's nape and deep sound resonating through Baekhyun's chest, making the omega's hair stand on end. "What a nice intro."
Baekhyun pushed back and straightened himself, And his tie. And his lapel. And his ruffled hair. Before finally looking up into the alpha's eyes. Those red hot embers, burning with dominance, determination and power, making Baekhyun want to bend over and be the slutty omega he is. The alpha wasn't wrong before, Baekhyun wasn't going to refute those claims.
Baekhyun bit his lip, silenced by the alpha's mere presence. He was drinking in Kyungsoo's form. He had large and owl-like eyes, almost cute, if they weren't burning like the pits of hell. Thick eyebrows framed his eyes as the sat on a smooth, acne-less forehead, with fluffy pink cheeks hiding his cheekbones, and a soft jaw, over which a pair of luscious red lips sat. His boss snooped on him to tell in him to his dad, and being the hot alpha who had cornered him. What were the odds?
Baekhyun croaked out, "Good morning, sir."
Those red eyes looked straight into his, and those plush lips curled in a smirk. "It's good afternoon."
Fuck. Baekhyun's brain is fuddled and empty because his pheromones went wild at the mere mention of the embarrassing memory of his half-assed presentation. His will was the only thing keeping him from latching onto Mr. Do's lips with his own thin ones. And by looking at the way Mr. Do was smiling evilly at him, it didn't seem like he'd stop Baekhyun from doing that. And they were still standing quite close to each other, too close for comfort.
".....why did you call me, sir?" Baekhyun wiped his hands on his black slacks, and as much as he wanted to sink into the ground and die from embarrassment and horniness, and stare at the extremely interesting carpeting, Mr. Do's brown shoes, or at the meaningless Monet painting to the right to stave off his shame, he couldn't seem to tear off his gaze from Mr. Do's enticing, beautiful, lusty eyes.
Something deep in his core started pulsating and banging on Baekhyun's inner walls, waiting to be let out. Baekhyun's heat was taking his frustration to new levels, if the clenching Baekhyun's fists revealed anything.
"Wow." Mr. Do's thick fingers came up to loosen his rd tie, and to unbutton his collar. And as if his action's weren't enough to make Baekhyun bend over for him, he said, "You look damn beautiful like this, completely at war with yourself." Mr. Do licked his lips.
Something inside Baekhyun snapped and his will shifted in its stance. So this is how we'll play? Okay. That thing in his core uncoiled, happy at being released from the iron clutches of Baekhyun's brain. Baekhyun's omega took over, and he had new purpose, Baekhyun stepped forward. His eyes glowed with renewed vigour, with the warm colour of saffron. "Indulge me."
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Half an hour and eight frantic calls to Byul-yi later, Baekhyun finally got out of being imprisoned in the damp bathroom stall. That was an experience he'd never want to go through again. If only he could get his hand on the insolent alpha again. Fucking asshole, thinks he can get away from senior executive Byun? Just you wait.
Baekhyun was now seated in his office, working through mounds of paperwork that the new CFO Do had dumped on him. Never seen him in real life, and Baekhyun would love to keep it that way. He didn't want to meet the newly suit-booted and silvers-spooned heir-apparent of Do Corp, the rookie who had no shame in delegating dumping truckloads of work on everyone, fuck seniority and respect. To top it all off, there were rumours that this guy was doing the rounds in mufti, taking advantage of the fact that noone had seen him before, snooping around for his dad on all the employees. Since he's joined a week ago, three executives have already been forced to resign. Looks like Baekhyun's job is on the line. Ouch.
Byul-yi poked her little brown head into the office, black eyes widened in fear. "Baek, you're needed in the CFO's office." He wanted to tell Byul-yi to stop mothering him and calling him Baek, but he had other things to worry about. Like his recent acquisition of an attractive fire-able lazy ass, which will put his job on the line for half-assing the presentation today. Like worrying about how he'll have to survive on coffee and instant ramyun for a month and living in sweats, circling his options in Times Classifieds with red sketch pens, before he finally lands a job.
As he made his way to the CFO's cabin with dread, he could only remember kindly old Kim, the CFO under whom he'd previously worked. Despite the geezer having filled his head with perverse and homophobic ideas, who had looked at Baekhyun's body more than once with a not-so-innocent side-eye during drunk team night-outs, he was kind enough, and wasn't out to fry Baekhyun's ass with work everyday. And the new fellow Do? He's already sent him twenty heated emails about the "disgustingly incompetent standard of work that your team produces", without even bothering to visit Baekhyun's team or take a look at their huge workloads. And now, he was out to turn Baekhyun from 'Byun Baekhyun, Associate Director, Team 3, Finance department' to 'Byun Baekhyun, Overeducated Unemployed Dipshit'. Just his amazing luck.
Reaching the door, Baekhyun knocked at the fine mahogany wood, with the shiny new brass plaque which read Do Kyungsoo, Chief Financial Officer. Baekhyun's finally going to meet the notorious Do.
No response.
He knocked again. "Sir? Byun Baekhyun here." He said meekly, leaning against the door. He pressed his ear to it. Anyone home?
The door swung open, and a startled Baekhyun now found himself leaning on someone's strong chest. Baekhyun panted, and gasped, nose catching the strong scent of cologne and pheromones. Good Lord, it was the alpha again! Baekhyun's so done for.
"Well, well", the alpha started, his hot breath fanning over Baekhyun's nape and deep sound resonating through Baekhyun's chest, making the omega's hair stand on end. "What a nice intro."
Baekhyun pushed back and straightened himself, And his tie. And his lapel. And his ruffled hair. Before finally looking up into the alpha's eyes. Those red hot embers, burning with dominance, determination and power, making Baekhyun want to bend over and be the slutty omega he is. The alpha wasn't wrong before, Baekhyun wasn't going to refute those claims.
Baekhyun bit his lip, silenced by the alpha's mere presence. He was drinking in Kyungsoo's form. He had large and owl-like eyes, almost cute, if they weren't burning like the pits of hell. Thick eyebrows framed his eyes as the sat on a smooth, acne-less forehead, with fluffy pink cheeks hiding his cheekbones, and a soft jaw, over which a pair of luscious red lips sat. His boss snooped on him to tell in him to his dad, and being the hot alpha who had cornered him. What were the odds?
Baekhyun croaked out, "Good morning, sir."
Those red eyes looked straight into his, and those plush lips curled in a smirk. "It's good afternoon."
Fuck. Baekhyun's brain is fuddled and empty because his pheromones went wild at the mere mention of the embarrassing memory of his half-assed presentation. His will was the only thing keeping him from latching onto Mr. Do's lips with his own thin ones. And by looking at the way Mr. Do was smiling evilly at him, it didn't seem like he'd stop Baekhyun from doing that. And they were still standing quite close to each other, too close for comfort.
".....why did you call me, sir?" Baekhyun wiped his hands on his black slacks, and as much as he wanted to sink into the ground and die from embarrassment and horniness, and stare at the extremely interesting carpeting, Mr. Do's brown shoes, or at the meaningless Monet painting to the right to stave off his shame, he couldn't seem to tear off his gaze from Mr. Do's enticing, beautiful, lusty eyes.
Something deep in his core started pulsating and banging on Baekhyun's inner walls, waiting to be let out. Baekhyun's heat was taking his frustration to new levels, if the clenching Baekhyun's fists revealed anything.
"Wow." Mr. Do's thick fingers came up to loosen his rd tie, and to unbutton his collar. And as if his action's weren't enough to make Baekhyun bend over for him, he said, "You look damn beautiful like this, completely at war with yourself." Mr. Do licked his lips.
Something inside Baekhyun snapped and his will shifted in its stance. So this is how we'll play? Okay. That thing in his core uncoiled, happy at being released from the iron clutches of Baekhyun's brain. Baekhyun's omega took over, and he had new purpose, Baekhyun stepped forward. His eyes glowed with renewed vigour, with the warm colour of saffron. "Indulge me."
Read part 3