The flight to Berlin, Germany was possible one of the more tense travel experiences Chanyeol's ever had. Other than trying to pretend Baekhyun didn't exist, still pissed about the entire personal assistant situation, Chanyeol had a good mind to bust the window open just to get rid of all the papers Baekhyun had out on his tray. In a world full of technology and handhelds, the musician couldn't fathom why it was so damn necessary to print every single detail of every business that the runt had, and when he bothered to ask midflight, Baekhyun only told him of how he preferred to feel things in paper rather than constantly click on different tabs and getting annoyed when clicking the wrong one.

On the brighter side of things, it wasn't too painfully awkward reverting to a more professional air. Small talk about possible album ideas and Baekhyun occasionally snorting at some of Chanyeol's contemplated song lyrics made the mood between them amicable enough to breathe easily. However, afterwards, they'd revert back to their usual silence. Oddly enough, it never occurred to Chanyeol how much busier Baekhyun was than him at times until he saw the brunette highlight and underline the fuck out of memos and printed reports.

When the pilot announced they were nearing the airport, Chanyeol watched as the coordinator began paper clipping his documents and putting them into a folder, which he promptly placed into a shoulder bag. All the while, the musician's thinking of how easier it'd all be with a laptop, but he decided to keep that opinion to himself.

Unlike the brunette who packed well ahead of time, Chanyeol didn't start putting his own things away until everyone else started rising from their seats to leave. Baekhyun was one of the first people to get into the aisle and get his bags from the overhead when the crew began unboarding people from first class. He packed lighter than Chanyeol, only having to carry a single red shoulder bag, so by the time the musician began getting up, Baekhyun was already strutting his way off the plane.

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Security wasn't too heavy. The entire crew was able to make an exit out the front of the airport smoothly rather than the usual back. Chanyeol decided to continue with his immature act as if ignoring Baekhyun was considered a "punishment" for the runt. Against the male's vehement advice (or barking, in short), Chanyeol accepted gifts and took his sweet time signing autographs and taking photos with fans who were dedicated enough to wait.

Aware of his punishment for hiring a personal assistant, Baekhyun rolled his eyes after being ignored for the fifth time and proceeded to pass the fans screaming their love for the rockstar. The inside of the van that awaited all of them was a sanctuary. The longer he had to wait, however, the more pissed off he became. When Chanyeol finally joined him inside the vehicle, Baekhyun's temper was already ready to explode.

"Done?" Baekhyun asked curtly in a high pitched voice, clearly frustrated.

"Yep," Chanyeol nonchalantly said, pulling on his seat belt. "Quality time with fans is always good for the image, Mr. Byun."

"Yes, but it was a bit inconsiderate of you to keep others waiting when you knew that--"

"Kris, can you set up a massage appointment when we get to the hotel? I'm a little tired from the flight."

Being blatantly ignore was like being slapped on the face, but Baekhyun figured he deserved it--to an extent. He should've known Chanyeol wouldn't take to the idea of a personal assistant lightly, but it was the only way he knew he would be able to put a professioal distance between them.

Not surprisingly, Kris set up the appointment as soon as he could. With three days of leisure time before the actual concert business, everyone needed their time of relaxation. Chanyeol would've asked the princess if he wanted to join him, because the thought of the uptight coordinator naked and lathered with body oil was all too tempting, but then he realized the offer would've been too nice and out of character. He still needed to keep up a cold image.

"Baekhyun," Kris said, breaking the silence after some time. "What're your plans for this afternoon?"

Looking up from his cellphone, Baekhyun drew his brows together. "I might explore the city. Sight see, I suppose."

"Well, if you find yourself a nice European man, just a reminder that you have three days completely open for fun," Kris commented chuckling. "What happens in Europe, stays in Europe."

Annoyed by his manager's encouraging words for his concert coordinator's sex life, Chanyeol glanced over at the brunette who had the nerve to blush while he laughed. The thought of Baekhyun being intimate with someone else for casual reasons pissed him off. The thought of someone else besides him in between those milky white thighs had him shaking his head, haws tight as he reclined his seat back.

"I won't have anyone on this tour causing scandals for me with their risque night activities," Chanyeol said brashly, settling in a comfortable position. "Find other ways to have 'fun', got it?"

Kris looked in his direction. "This is rich coming from you."

"I've been celibate since Tokyo." The musician made sure to lock Baekhyun in a gaze, holding the male's attention. "I'm not interested in a casual fling."

Oblivious, Kris fixed his sunglasses. "What a change of heart," he muttered to himself. "good for you, but Baekhyun, if you do decide to bask in the glory of Europe's lovers--"

Thank you, Kris, but that'd be rather unprofessional of me to even consider."

For once, Chanyeol was relieved Baekhyun was an uptight and impersonal prude when it came to his job. The runt's bitchy chaste ways had their advantages. Him refusing sex from strangers was a plus.

"Don't knock it 'til you try it." How Chanyeol kept himself from socking his manager in the face was a mystery. "I actually--"

"Let's stop talking about this. This conversation's over. And you." Turning his head back to Baekhyun again, chanyeol made sure the latter knew he was being serious. "Keep your professional pants on."

It was a bit hypocritical for him to tell the brunette that he couldn't have sex. Intercourse was fucking addictive and Chanyeol, himself, loved a good fuck, but all his arrows pointed to Baekhyun, and he was still unsated. There were reasons beyond just sex. It was the mutual interest between them. chanyeol's wasn't one to be committed, but if that was what Baekhyun wanted, then he was already willing to make concessions.

The ride to the hotel was long. Thirty minutes of silence on Chanyeol's part was taken lightly. Baekhyun discussed schedule details, but didn't bring up anything too interesting until they got on the subject of the god forsaken personal assistant.

Pulling an earbud out of one ear, Chanyeol listened quietly to Kris going over the terms. It was an annoying fact that neither of the two addressed him. That wouldn't do. surprising the two men, chanyeol snapped his hseat back into its original position, stopping the conversation from proceeding on.

"I told Baekhyun this already, but I don't want this, uh, assistant." Chanyeol drawled his words, but his tone was serious. "Why do I need it?"

"To make your life a little easier," Baekhyun said, cutting Kris off before the man could talk. "If you're worried about her wage, don't be. We have extra funds."

"So you two are using my tour's budget to hire someone I don't even want."

"Mr. Park."

Focusing his eyes on the brunette's face, Chanyeol cocked his head. "If it's me that you're trying to get rid of, then fine. Tell me clearly."

Baekhyun replied with nothing. He knew Kris was watching them with an interest. The conversation had taken a more personal turn, and he didn't like it. "You don't bother me, Mr. Park. You're simply a distraction to my work."

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Jessica Jung was twenty-two years old. They brought her up from the general staff pool so becoming the personal assistant to the main act was a step up in her career. The best thing about her besides her long, brown hair and perfect figure was that she understood him. If anything, she was like the short runt, except in female morn with breasts. After spending only thirty minutes with her in a small meeting held by the convert directors, Chanyeol looked over to Baekhyun. Right then and there, he had no doubt in his mind that Jessica was strategically chosen.

Once the meeting was finished, Chanyeol walked out of the room following right behind Baekhyun (and his swaying ass in white jeans). It was obvious that he wasn't wanted judging by the way Baekhyun sped up his pace. Much to the brunette's disappointment, Chanyeol still managed to make it into the same elevator ride as him.

Grabbing the small runt by the arm, Chanyeol pulled him up against him. Baekhyun tried to make an effort to struggle out of his hold, but couldn't get away. There were too making people in the damn elevator.

Smirking, Chanyeol leaned over in his ear. "Nice pick with Jessica, Mr. Byun."

Baekhyun kept his eyes on the elevator floor numbers. "I'm glad to hear that, Mr. Park."

"She kind of reminds me of you," Chanyeol said in a low voice. "Isn't that a coincidence?"

"Life is full of surprises, Mr. Park."

Scoffing, Chanyeol lifted his other hand, barely grazing the brunette's waist, teasing him. "Unfortunately for you, it takes more than just a copy of you to distract me. She's got a nice ass, I admit. You did good. But your ass is the only tight thing I want to see swallow up my--"

The elevator rang, saving Baekhyun from breaking out in a cold sweat. "I'll see you this evening, Mr. Park," he said quickly.

"Whose room, princess?"

Baekhyun slapped away his hands. "I meant for the staff dinner. Good-bye." Then, without waiting for another second to pass, he darted out of the elevator.

Rolling his eyes, Chanyeol followed after, but headed off in another direction.

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The hotel room was nothing short of grand. Chanyeol could see that his luggage was already put inside his intended bedroom, but as he threw his jacket on the bed, his eyes caught the small blue pocket-sized package next to a small note near the bedside lamp. Walking over, he picked up the note and read over it quickly.

Get it out of your system.

-Kris, Management.

The condom beside it implied enough for Chanyeol to understand. Though his manager hadn't specified, he knew that the condom wasn't to be used on the only person who was in his system.

Tossing the note aside, Chanyeol picked up the pocket and hit it in one of the bedside table drawers.

It was pointless to tell him to fuck a stranger and get the hormones out of him, but it wasn't completely about sex to him anymore, granted how one more fuck would probably save him from the brink of insanity. After Tokyo, a bit of a minor crush (more or less) had developed and it wasn't something a fuck with a random fan could satisfy.