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[Team Four] 30 is the new 15
Sorry I'm late! Some continuation for my '13 going on 30' fic. I kind of ran out of time, life's been stressful bc of COVID-19, so the story itself didn't particularly go on... but at least I managed to write something!
Twinkies were the only thing he could recognize in a vending machine, so he decided to go with them. Sighing in defeat, Baekhyun pushed the button and the snack got out. He opened the roll with his teeth and continued his stroll while taking a bite of the sweet cake. Did they really have to stop selling good things from 00s?
In his mind, Baekhyun was still as lost as ever when wandering around the enormous building. But somehow his feet still seemed to know the way.
It was the same as his songs. For a brief moment, he had greatly panicked when he had gone inside the recording room and everyone there had been anticipating to get the songs recorded without delay. Baekhyun had already prepared a scrappy story about a memory loss after falling down in the stairs but - for his shock - there had been no need for one.
Once the music had started flowing, he had exactly remembered all the lines and how the songs were supposed to sound. He hadn't only realized he actually liked his songs, with soft r'n'b sounds and a wide vocal range, yet he had also realized he had made a huge progress with his singing from the school times.
“Who remembers even university times, it's been an eternity,” Jongdae had huffed, unimpressed, when Baekhyun had tried to point out this improvement.
True. Maybe people in their thirties hardly recalled their teenage years.
Now that Baekhyun had a half-an-hour break, he decided it would be fun to explore the company building. Maybe meet some of his colleagues. Other workers. Maybe someone could even tell him something more about his past. Things Chanyeol hadn't been able to offer.
Chanyeol. Baekhyun instantly felt a lump rising up to his throat when his thoughts wandered to his friend. Or well, evidently ex-friend.
The other had offered to escort Baekhyun back to his home, offering to drive Baekhyun's expensive car but only leaving him in front of his apartment, although Baekhyun had tried to invite him to come up to drop by.
Chanyeol had totally ignored the request by simply stepping out of the car. “There you go. Try to get some rest. Good luck,” he had wished.
“Chanyeol--,” Baekhyun had tried to start.
“Take care, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol had said, extending his hand so Baekhyun could grip it for a quick handshake. Chanyeol had smiled politely, but the formality of the situation had made it so incredibly impersonal Baekhyun could feel the ice between them. It had been so far from his friend he had once known like a back of his hand.
While watching Chanyeol's receding figure, Baekhyun had wondered if Chanyeol had similar thoughts going on in his head. Then again, Chanyeol was right-- it had been so long. For him, at least.
Baekhyun's thoughts got interrupted as he spotted a door that was slightly ajar, and there was a faint light coming out. Curious, he peeked inside and saw a row of desks with computers on them. There was no-one but only one young woman in her twenties at the end row, resting a chin against her elbow. Her long fringe was almost covering half of the eyes and it looked like she was either greatly bored or half-asleep.
Baekhyun stepped in. “Hi!” he shouted happily. He was totally in need for some company now.
The way she raised her head and immediately straightened her back, wide-eyed as she spotted who it was, amused Baekhyun a little bit. He chuckled.
“Sorry for interrupting, wasn't supposed to frighten you, I thought you wouldn't be too bothered to talk a little,” he smiled. “I just wanted to come by and say hello!”
“Sure sir, what's wrong?” she required.
Baekhyun frowned. “Is there supposed to be something wrong?”
The girl sent a suspicious look Baekhyun couldn't read the meaning behind it.
“Of course not,” she then answered sheepishly. “I'm sorry, sir.”
She turned back to her computer.
“My name is Baekhyun,” Baekhyun tried one more time to approach her, not completely satisfied with his choice of icebreaker but he wasn't used to adult-smalltalk and his mother had kept saying it's always polite to introduce oneself. “What's yours? How long have you been working here?”
“I know your name, sir,” she said politely, not taking a gaze away from the computer screen. “And I'm Shon Seungwan, sir. I've been working as a graphic designer for your albums for the past four years.”
“Whoaaaa, I have a graphic designer designated just for me!” Baekhyun exclaimed loudly, once again surprised, but maybe that came out a bit too aggressively.
Seungwan sent another worried look, clearly battling with herself whether to say anything or not.
“Yes, sir,” she then said slowly, clearly insecure and unsure what was coming next.
“And is this first time us talking to each other?” Baekhyun wanted to know.
“Well,” Seungwan started uneasily. “I was introduced for you once I started here.”
“And we haven't talked to each other since then?”
“As far as I'm concerned, you busy artists are not really interested in talking to employees here. We're on different level after all. At least you never talk to me, unless I'm on your way in the corridor. Oh no, now I said too much-- please don't tell Mr. Kim about me, he'll fire me,” Seungwan pleaded.
“What?” Baekhyun blinked perplexed. “No no, of course not--”
“Thank you, sir,” Seungwan half-whispered. “I can't afford losing this job right now. Now, if you excuse me.”
She once again turned back to her computer and Baekhyun quickly realized it was his cue to leave. The short encounter left a weird feeling to his stomach, a new feeling he couldn't tell. He tried to send a look at Seungwan but she didn't look back anymore. What a weird person.
Later that night, after Jongdae had finally decided to call it a day and let him go home, Baekhyun was caught up in his thoughts once again. It was more than weird, no it was insane, to think he had skipped half of his life just like that. He had no memory whatsoever, but as the day had gone by Baekhyun had come to realize this was his life now and he'd better accept it.
During the day, Baekhyun had also realized that things were great. He had achieved everything he had wanted since he was thirteen. He was an adult now. Not forced to spend time with his boring family but absolutely free to do whatever he wanted to. Not to mention, he was filthy rich. Better to enjoy then.
His deep thoughts immediately stopped on track as his brand-new cool cell started vibrating on the table, indicating he had received a message. Luckily Baekhyun had learnt to use this phone very quickly, although it was still a bit weird not to have actual buttons but one needed to swipe the screen like in epic sci-fi movies.
From Taewoo:
let's have some fun tonight again, my wife's away for the weekend ;)
[22.37]
Huh, who was this and what did that message mean?
Baekhyun tossed the phone away, not bothering to answer. He'd rather play video games.
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Twinkies were the only thing he could recognize in a vending machine, so he decided to go with them. Sighing in defeat, Baekhyun pushed the button and the snack got out. He opened the roll with his teeth and continued his stroll while taking a bite of the sweet cake. Did they really have to stop selling good things from 00s?
In his mind, Baekhyun was still as lost as ever when wandering around the enormous building. But somehow his feet still seemed to know the way.
It was the same as his songs. For a brief moment, he had greatly panicked when he had gone inside the recording room and everyone there had been anticipating to get the songs recorded without delay. Baekhyun had already prepared a scrappy story about a memory loss after falling down in the stairs but - for his shock - there had been no need for one.
Once the music had started flowing, he had exactly remembered all the lines and how the songs were supposed to sound. He hadn't only realized he actually liked his songs, with soft r'n'b sounds and a wide vocal range, yet he had also realized he had made a huge progress with his singing from the school times.
“Who remembers even university times, it's been an eternity,” Jongdae had huffed, unimpressed, when Baekhyun had tried to point out this improvement.
True. Maybe people in their thirties hardly recalled their teenage years.
Now that Baekhyun had a half-an-hour break, he decided it would be fun to explore the company building. Maybe meet some of his colleagues. Other workers. Maybe someone could even tell him something more about his past. Things Chanyeol hadn't been able to offer.
Chanyeol. Baekhyun instantly felt a lump rising up to his throat when his thoughts wandered to his friend. Or well, evidently ex-friend.
The other had offered to escort Baekhyun back to his home, offering to drive Baekhyun's expensive car but only leaving him in front of his apartment, although Baekhyun had tried to invite him to come up to drop by.
Chanyeol had totally ignored the request by simply stepping out of the car. “There you go. Try to get some rest. Good luck,” he had wished.
“Chanyeol--,” Baekhyun had tried to start.
“Take care, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol had said, extending his hand so Baekhyun could grip it for a quick handshake. Chanyeol had smiled politely, but the formality of the situation had made it so incredibly impersonal Baekhyun could feel the ice between them. It had been so far from his friend he had once known like a back of his hand.
While watching Chanyeol's receding figure, Baekhyun had wondered if Chanyeol had similar thoughts going on in his head. Then again, Chanyeol was right-- it had been so long. For him, at least.
Baekhyun's thoughts got interrupted as he spotted a door that was slightly ajar, and there was a faint light coming out. Curious, he peeked inside and saw a row of desks with computers on them. There was no-one but only one young woman in her twenties at the end row, resting a chin against her elbow. Her long fringe was almost covering half of the eyes and it looked like she was either greatly bored or half-asleep.
Baekhyun stepped in. “Hi!” he shouted happily. He was totally in need for some company now.
The way she raised her head and immediately straightened her back, wide-eyed as she spotted who it was, amused Baekhyun a little bit. He chuckled.
“Sorry for interrupting, wasn't supposed to frighten you, I thought you wouldn't be too bothered to talk a little,” he smiled. “I just wanted to come by and say hello!”
“Sure sir, what's wrong?” she required.
Baekhyun frowned. “Is there supposed to be something wrong?”
The girl sent a suspicious look Baekhyun couldn't read the meaning behind it.
“Of course not,” she then answered sheepishly. “I'm sorry, sir.”
She turned back to her computer.
“My name is Baekhyun,” Baekhyun tried one more time to approach her, not completely satisfied with his choice of icebreaker but he wasn't used to adult-smalltalk and his mother had kept saying it's always polite to introduce oneself. “What's yours? How long have you been working here?”
“I know your name, sir,” she said politely, not taking a gaze away from the computer screen. “And I'm Shon Seungwan, sir. I've been working as a graphic designer for your albums for the past four years.”
“Whoaaaa, I have a graphic designer designated just for me!” Baekhyun exclaimed loudly, once again surprised, but maybe that came out a bit too aggressively.
Seungwan sent another worried look, clearly battling with herself whether to say anything or not.
“Yes, sir,” she then said slowly, clearly insecure and unsure what was coming next.
“And is this first time us talking to each other?” Baekhyun wanted to know.
“Well,” Seungwan started uneasily. “I was introduced for you once I started here.”
“And we haven't talked to each other since then?”
“As far as I'm concerned, you busy artists are not really interested in talking to employees here. We're on different level after all. At least you never talk to me, unless I'm on your way in the corridor. Oh no, now I said too much-- please don't tell Mr. Kim about me, he'll fire me,” Seungwan pleaded.
“What?” Baekhyun blinked perplexed. “No no, of course not--”
“Thank you, sir,” Seungwan half-whispered. “I can't afford losing this job right now. Now, if you excuse me.”
She once again turned back to her computer and Baekhyun quickly realized it was his cue to leave. The short encounter left a weird feeling to his stomach, a new feeling he couldn't tell. He tried to send a look at Seungwan but she didn't look back anymore. What a weird person.
Later that night, after Jongdae had finally decided to call it a day and let him go home, Baekhyun was caught up in his thoughts once again. It was more than weird, no it was insane, to think he had skipped half of his life just like that. He had no memory whatsoever, but as the day had gone by Baekhyun had come to realize this was his life now and he'd better accept it.
During the day, Baekhyun had also realized that things were great. He had achieved everything he had wanted since he was thirteen. He was an adult now. Not forced to spend time with his boring family but absolutely free to do whatever he wanted to. Not to mention, he was filthy rich. Better to enjoy then.
His deep thoughts immediately stopped on track as his brand-new cool cell started vibrating on the table, indicating he had received a message. Luckily Baekhyun had learnt to use this phone very quickly, although it was still a bit weird not to have actual buttons but one needed to swipe the screen like in epic sci-fi movies.
From Taewoo:
let's have some fun tonight again, my wife's away for the weekend ;)
[22.37]
Huh, who was this and what did that message mean?
Baekhyun tossed the phone away, not bothering to answer. He'd rather play video games.
luciferxdamien, you're up!