elegantly wasted | baekhyun
”Who are you, what are you doing in my loft and why are you only wearing a fucking towel?!”
admin: s. genre: angst, fluff, smut (in later parts), age gap (cus I love this shit), kinda daddyish, ceo! baekhyun au
You could say your life situation right now was more than depressing. Not long ago, you turned 24 and finished your studies. Now, being a social sciences absolvent with a Bachelor of Arts, you were also jobless, broke and bored everyday.
Since your were also still living in the apartment you lived in for the past 24 years, you literally had nothing to do everyday except for cooking, cleaning and washing the laundry sometimes.
Your mum was a cleaning lady for a richass CEO you knew nothing about, and except for the two of you there was no one around.
So, being alone almost everyday until six or seven in the evening, you just lied on the couch of your living room in your underwear watching TV and this was exactly what your were doing now.
It was already eight in the evening and your mum was running a hour late. It was unusual but you weren’t worried. It could happen. You were watching one of your favourite children shows when you heard keys jiggling.
Jumping up and stretching your neck so you could see in the hall to the door from your current position on the couch, you saw your mum entering the apartment looking more than only exhausting.
You immediately rushed to her taking the groceries from her she must have bought on the way home. Setting them down on the kitchen island you prepared a glass of water with a pill against headaches for her. “Take that, mum.”
Your mum took the glass from you and smiled, gulping down the water with the pill. “Thank you sweetie. Sorry by the way that I’m late. Your aunt had a problem, so I had to help her.”
Upon hearing that you got keen of hearing. Your aunt and uncle were in the middle of a bad divorce and your uncle decided it was a good idea to move to Busan. So your aunt had to make little trips to the coast visiting her still husband only so she could finally get divorced. Your mothers part was to stay at her only sisters side and travel with her and that meant you had the whole apartment for you for probably almost one week.
Trying to hide your smile you came to her side. “That probably means you have to travel with Auntie Jihye to Busan, right?”
Your mum sighed and nodded, placing the empty glass in the sink. “Yes but don’t be too happy too soon, miss. While I’m gone you have to clean Mr. Byuns Loft. His Loft still has to be clean even when I’m not here and you’re not that bad at cleaning. Also, you’re broke and need a job. Even if it’s only for a short period you can have the money you make while I’m gone.”
You groaned and tried to convince your mum why you couldn’t clean her boss loft while her absence. “Mum that’s illegal. I can’t clean his loft while you’re gone.” Hoping your mother would trust you, you slowly tried to go into your room but your mum thought otherwise.
“Y/N, Mr. Byun is a very nice young man from the few times I talked to him on the phone. I never saw him in person, he never enters his loft while I’m cleaning because he’s busy working. He won’t even know you cleaned his loft for one week instead of me. You’re broke and need money, you know I can’t come up for all of your expenses. So don’t be such a lazy person and clean his loft!” The Voice of your mum got stronger and firmer towards the end of her speech and you exactly knew you had no choice other than to clean your mums boss loft.
Sighing you gave her a sign meaning you’d do it for her. Your mum just smiled. “I’ll write you a list of the things you have to know while you’re cleaning. Also you have to wash his clothes if there are and if he leaves a note on the fridge it means he wants something to eat when he comes home. Also - I’m just going to write you a list, okay sweetie?”
Nodding and obviously rolling your eyes you finally entered your room. You threw yourself on your bed closing your eyes.
When your mum was gone it actually always meant for you, you could relax, sleep longer than usual and eat as much takeout food as you wished for but now you had to do her job.
Sitting up you took your laptop opening google and typing in the name of Mr. Byuns Company. It was one of the few things you knew about him. This and that he was 35 and richer than you and your mum would ever be.
You clicked on the official website of the Byun Enterprises - the name of Mr. Byuns Company - and scrolled threw the employee section, the section where all the Partner companies were listed and finally the section with the bosses profile.
The section had a large picture of Mr. Byun on the top. His name, age and works below it. You stared at his picture way longer than you preferred.
He was handsome. No, he was fucking hot. His brown slightly strawberry red hair was slightly curled and parted in the middle showing a little bit of his forehead. His eye color was also brown and his stare was boring into your soul. His pinkish lips were formed into a light smirk. You licked your own lips and wandered with your eyes further down the picture.
It was only a picture displaying his upper body but it was enough for you. He wore a wine red, black button up shirt which was only buttoned till the middle of his chest. The rest was unbuttoned so you could see a bit of his strong toned chest. Over the shirt he had a dark grey, blackish suit jacket which was open but with a black belt held together on his waist. Around his neck there were two silver chains hanging low on his chest.
Your heart was thumping, your underwear slightly stained and you felt a headache creeping up. You never knew your mum worked for such a good looking person.
Scrolling down more you read what was standing under his picture - Byun Baekhuyn, 35 years old, hard working and caring. Head of the Byun Enterprises…
Suddenly you heard a knock on your door and you quickly closed the tab with the website, followed by your laptop. Placing it to where it was before you stood up and opened the door for your mum.
“Here’s the list with all the things you have to know while being in Mr. Byuns Loft. I also wrote down the address and the code for the door lock. Mr. Byuns Loft is in one of the tallest buildings in Seoul. When you enter it you have to pass a reception but don’t worry I already told the lady working there that you are coming instead of me.” Passing you the list she pointed out the address and the code for the door lock.
Quickly reading all the points you choked. Mr. Byun was way too demanding what things regarding cleaning his loft, washing his clothes and cooking his food prosecuted.
“Mum that’s too much! How am I supposed to do all of this everyday for one week? I’m going to die!” Protesting you read the list again. Mr. Byun had even a special way his clothes had to be washed or that he wants his potatoes mashed and not cut. What kind of guy was he?
Your mum chuckled and patted your head. “That’s the life of a working person, darling. Either this or having no money. It’s not even that bad you just have to get used to it then it’s kinda fun.”
Not believing your mum one word you just sighed and closed the door after your mum had left. Putting the list on your nightstand you sat down on your bed ones again. This was going to be an awful week.
Today was your first day as Mr. Byuns cleaning Lady - only for one week of course. You had woken up extra early today. Your mum had left last evening and even until she and your aunt finally drove away, your mum had remembered you countless times to do exactly what stood on the list.
Already being ready to go, you sat at the kitchen table and sipped from your coffee. It was half past seven and you had to be at Mr. Byuns Loft at eight. You still didn’t know what you should clean in ten hours but your mum said you definitely needed the time. There was no way this could be fun.
The drive with the subway to the building Mr. Byun lived in was as terrible as this day would going to be. The subway was filled with rude people pushing and pressing each other. When you were still in University you had lived there, so you didn’t have to take the subway every morning and you were glad you did so.
After you had finally arrived you stood infront of the building before entering it. It was really high and Mr. Byuns Loft was in one of the highest floors. Usually you weren’t afraid of heights but you had also never visited a building as tall as this, so maybe this would change.
Passing the reception the lady behind the counter smiled at you. Like your mother had said she already told her you would come instead of her for one week.
You looked around and saw security men almost at every entrance - even infront of the elevator. Being a little bit shy you quickly passed them and entered the elevator.
Breathing out after the door had closed you pressed the number of the floor Mr. Byuns Loft was located at. It wasn’t the last floor but still one of the highest.
The doors of the elevator opened after your ride to the top. At the wall had been a window so you could look outside while riding up and the way the streets, cars and people got so small so fast made you anxious.
You walked outside and towards the door to Mr. Byuns Loft. Luckily his loft was the only apartment in this floor besides one public bathroom. The building was very large what meant if Mr. Byuns Loft was the only apartment on this floor, the size of it had to be enormous.
Typing in the code for the door lock the door opened and you entered his loft. The smell of a mixture of men Parfum and soap engulfed the apartment.
Directly after entering the apartment you were in an open big ass living room. One wall was completely made out of glass what gave away an incredible view over the skyline of Seoul. All in all the apartment was furnished very nicely and thoughtful. Everything was held in black, white and grayish colors.
Placing your bag at the kitchen counter, you took out at the list your mum had given you before and read the first point - washing his clothes.
You sighed and made a fist cheering you on. It was not the first time you had to wash clothes and your mum gave you such a detailed description of how to wash his clothes, you were sure you could do it.
In the extra room were all the washing machines were you took the basket for his clothes and started walking towards his bedroom. You were glad his apartment was not one of these confusing ones, so you found every room pretty quickly.
Entering his bedroom you gasped. It was immense and beautiful. The colors were still the same but it looked super classy and chic. His bed was of course a king sized bed made of black wood. Above it was a large painting. He even had again one wall full of glass with a connected balcony to it.
Still having big eyes and being full of jealousy you started picking up his clothes from his bed. Your mum told you Mr. Byun always left the clothes he wanted to be washed on his bed, so you didn’t have to search for them. You didn’t know if it was a nice gesture or if he just didn’t want someone to search through his things.
Half of the day was already over. It was now four in the afternoon and you had already washed his clothes, cleaned every room except for the bathroom connected to his bedroom and you even cooked him some ricecakes.
You were exhausted and sweaty. The thought that this was only day one of seven almost made you throw up.
Lazily walking in his bedroom you entered his connected bathroom. It was obviously again super big and had everything in it. A bathing tube, two sinks, an enormous mirror and… a fucking rainfall shower.
You had lost your breath. Since you were a teenager it was one of your dreams to at least shower one time in a rainfall shower.
Starring at it for good two minutes you hesitated if you should try it out or not. I mean, you still had two hours until you had to go and according to your mother Mr. Byun never comes home early. Also your were sweaty and exhausted. You deserved this.
You decided to first clean the bathroom except for the shower and then shortly hop in just to rinse your body a little bit. Your body needed and deserved some relaxation.
Shortly after you had cleaned the bathroom, you stripped your clothes, laying them outside the bathroom on Mr. Byuns bed.
Opening the shower door, you quickly turned on the water and let it fall on your body. The feeling was amazing. You stood there for almost five minutes just letting the water soak your body until you found more options you could use while showering. You played a little bit with the regulator of the shower and you didn’t even realized one full hours passed by.
Already feeling how your skin started to wrinkle from the water you exited the shower and put a towel around your body. The towel was not really large but it was enough to cover what needed to be covered.
You walked out the bathroom and then his bedroom. You wanted your body to dry a little bit before you put on your clothes again and you saw a sound system in his living room, you still had one hour left, some music wouldn’t kill anyone.
Switching on the sound system, the sound almost made your ears burst but after some time you got used to the clear and loud music and you started to jump around.
Mr. Byuns living Room had the perfect size to dance along the music that was playing from the sound system.
You were in the middle of having fun while Mr. Byun Baekhyun was currently standing outside of the door to his loft and heard the music from his sound system blasting through the corridors.
Hesitating if he should call the security or handle it himself he decided to first observe the situation himself. Maybe Mrs. Y/L/N wanted to listen to some music while cleaning his loft.
Typing in the code the door opened and he entered the loft. The situation what he found infront of him was definitely not what he expected to see.
A stranger more specific a girl was running and jumping around in his living room only wearing a towel that merely covered her buttcheeks and womanhood.
Gulping he just stood there observing the situation a little bit more until he had found his composure again and walked to the sound system, still unnoticed by you and switched it off, angrily.
Your Head immediately turned to the sound system in shock. Your head turning into a red mess the second you saw Mr. Byun standing there with a bewildered and angry look on his face.
“Who are you, what are you doing in my loft and why are you only wearing a fucking towel?!” He asked with a intimidating loud and annoyed voice.
In this exact moment you had died internally.
So guys this is the first part of a new story I will be writing here on tumblr and this time it’s a baekhyun story! Also can you guys all guess which baekhyun era he is displayed as here? For all the people who can’t seem to guess it (*cough* admin a. *cough*) it’s lotto era cus lotto era was daddy era in my opinion lmao and it’s my favourite baekhyun era.
By the way im still on vacation so don’t think the second part will be uploaded anytime soon since I’m writing and editing this on my phone and doing this is shit. Anyway, love you guys~
title credits: admin a. 💖
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