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There was something strange about Secretary Park Seonghwa. Or at least, Jung Wooyoung thought so. At first, he paid the older man little mind. The general manager would often see him going about his day, filing papers, writing emails and doing fetch quests for their boss. It was nothing out of the ordinary and the two didn't engage much outside a casual morning greeting.

As time went on, however, Wooyoung found that there was something off about him. His mannerisms were strange in a way Wooyoung just couldn't explain. That is, until today.

It was Wooyoung's turn to get coffee for the office. He made his rounds, sluggishly asking his equally sleep deprived coworkers their requests. At last, he arrived at Secretary Park, who was shuffling through his papers, muttering incoherent finances under his breath. "Secretary Park," Wooyoung called, earning his attention.

"A-Ah! General manager," he stood to bow but Wooyoung was quick to stop him.

"Relax," he chuckled. "You've been here for months yet you act as though it's your first week." Seonghwa placed himself back in his chair, mumbling an apology. "It's alright. I'm going to the coffee shop, would you like anything?"

"An Americano, if it's alright."

"I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't."

With that, he grabbed his bag and left the building. There was a quaint coffee shop just down the road, roundabout an eight-minute walk. Wooyoung never had much of a reason to visit since he wasn't much of a coffee drinker. So he wasn't as familiar with it as some of his coworkers. He waited behind a short line, tapping away at his phone until he was called to the counter.

"Okay, I've got a big order. So prepare your..." Wooyoung found himself trailing off the moment his eyes met the barista's. "S-Secretary Park?"

Fluffy hair, round glasses, rosy cheeks and suspenders that peeked just out from under his green apron. Despite all of this, his face hadn't changed. Wooyoung was sure it was him. The barista, on the other hand, looked at him with confusion. "Secretary who? Sorry, I don't believe we've met before. My name is Mars." His voice was soft, nearly a mere whisper. Opposed to the secretary, despite his stutter, spoke clearly at a relative volume.

"R-Right well...may I place my order?"

When he arrived back at the office, his mind swirling with thoughts, the first person sent coffee to was Secretary Park. Sure enough, he was in the same position as before. Much to Wooyoung's bewilderment. "Thank you," he said with a smile when receiving his drink. Wooyoung searched his eyes, as if looking for some sort of lie, even though one hadn't been told.

His gaze then wandered across his desk, and low and behold, just at the edge rested the very glasses Mars wore.

Wooyoung sat with his hands laced under his chin, wondering if it was just a coincidence, or perhaps something more. His thoughts were interrupted when he received a text from a friend.

Yeosang: Going out tonight. You in?

Sure. See you tonight 💕💕💕

Wooyoung let out a breath of relief. At least he could distract himself by getting drunk with a friend. Looking up at the clock, he sighed before gathering his briefcase. It would be a good few hours before he had to meet Yeosang. What to do? He thought about going back to the coffee shop but was creeped out by the idea of seeing Mars again. So he figured he would just change and talk a stroll around town.

The weather was lovely. Nothing but clear skies and a pleasant atmosphere, why waste the day with worry?

Wooyoung shoved his hands in his pockets, earbuds blasting calming music as he walked about the quieter part of town. Wooyoung smiled up at the sky, feeling the warm sun on his face. He wasn't really looking where he was going and screeched when he suddenly rammed into someone.

"Ow..." Wooyoung gasped and crouched down to the woman rubbing her head.

"I'm so sorry miss! Here, let me help you." He gathered her scattered belongings and helped her to her feet. "Are you okay?"

She finally looked at him and smiled. "Yes yes, I'm alright." Wooyoung's breath hitched. She had long black hair, with a little flower on the side, pretty pink lips and a pair of white rectangle-frame glasses. To anyone else, you would assume she was just some random woman on the street but Wooyoung was sure it was:

"Secretary Park?"

"Pardon me?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. You um...just remind me of someone, that's all." He passed the woman her things, grinning to hide his pure confusion. "If it's not too much trouble, could I get your name?"

The woman giggled at him, a blush creeping across her pale cheeks. "What do you think this is? A drama? My name is Seonghwa." Catching him completely off guard, she yanked Wooyoung's phone out of his pocket and began typing on it.

"Give me a call. I'd love to get to know a handsome boy like you~" With that, she sent him a cheeky wink before strutting away.

Wooyoung was left with his mouth agape. He glanced down at the saved name on his phone and simply blinked. What the hell did I just witness?

The second Wooyoung entered the bar that night, he ordered a drink and downed it within seconds. "Relax Wooyoung," chuckled Yeosang. "Have a rough day at work?"

"You have no idea," he opened his mouth to explain the absolute perplexity that was his day, yet was cut off when he heard Yeosang squeal.

"Oh my god, he's here! How's my hair? Does my make up look good? He's coming over here!"

"Hello you two," a new voice said.

"Hi Sannie," Giggled Yeosang. Wooyoung's friend was swept off his feet and taken to the dance floor, leaving him alone with nothing but his alcohol and his issues.

"Looks like your friend ditched you. Care for some company? I know a great spot and can make it worth your while babe." Wooyoung growled and turned to the new person who had sat beside him.

"Listen, buddy, I'm not in the mood. So find someone else to-" dirty blonde hair pushed to the side, predatory eyes and a smooth smirk. Topped off with a pair of slick black shades that went well with his low cut shirt. Wooyoung gulped at the sculpted figure that was just underneath but quickly shook those thoughts out of his head. Not again! Not again! I must be going insane!

"Suite yourself. But if you change your mind," he took Wooyoung's phone, which was laying on the bar counter, and typed his number into it. "Give me a call. See you later babe." And he walked off to hit on the next person in sight.

Frantically, he swiped through his contacts to the newest one. 'Hwa' the new name read. It was the same number as Seonghwa's. Wooyoung shoved his phone in his pocket and raced out of the club, not even bothering to pay for his drink. He had more important things to worry about.

The next day at work, he kept a close eye on Secretary Park. Every so often, Wooyoung would see him shift uncomfortably, twitching or muttering something that definitely wasn't work-related. The brief moment he took his eyes off of him to chat with someone - he had disappeared! Wooyoung shot up, looking around the room like a mad man, earning several questionable glances from his colleagues.

He excused himself before sprinting out of the office room. He turned each corner, trying to figure out where he may have gone off to. Finally, Wooyoung ran off to the bathroom. He sighed in defeat when found that there was no one there. Just before he turned to leave, the bathroom door flew open. In shock, Wooyoung raced to hide in an empty stall.

Though he nearly left the stall at the thought of how ridiculous he was probably being, the male soon halted dead in his tracks.

Frantic breaths and quiet curses were all he heard before someone finally spoke.

"G-Guys...Can we not do this now?" It was the secretary. "I have to get back to work!" Wooyoung heard him shuffling through his pocket before he spoke again.

"What about me? I have a shift in thirty minutes..." Wooyoung's eyes widened. It was the same soft voice from the coffee shop.

"You're not the only one with things to do, Mars! There's a new eyeshadow line at the mall that I've been dying to get my hands on!" He sounded exactly like the woman Wooyoung had bumped into before.

"The makeup won't make you look any prettier," That one had to be Hwa. "What you need to work on is that flat ass of yours. That's something I could get behind."

"You pervert!" Miss Seonghwa shouted before switching back to the secretary. "Everyone please! Calm down. My boss is waiting."

An idea snuck into Wooyoung's head. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialled the number Miss Seonghwa had given him. He heard the secretary's phone buzz, the man muttering something in confusion. "Who would be calling me at this time?" Before he could answer, Wooyoung hung up. Then he called the number Hwa gave him. The secretary's phone went off yet again. That was all the confirmation he needed.

This time, the secretary just scoffed and shoved the phone back in his pocket. "Must be a prank..." Was the last thing he mumbled before walking out of the bathroom. Wooyoung waited a few moments just to make sure he was truly gone, before letting out a breath of relief.

How could this be? How could he be four different people...in one person? Wooyoung decided to find out.

While everyone else in the office said their goodbyes and retired for the night, Wooyoung stayed as late as he could, waiting for the right moment to make a move. Secretary Park had turned in for his final meeting of the day, allowing Wooyoung to snoop around his desk. He examined everything closely, trying to find some sort of answer as to what was going on.

Finally, he may have found the answer. Wooyoung pulled out one of the drawers, his brow furrowing at what he saw. The glasses of everyone he met just the other day were there. He eyed them curiously. They seemed like normal glasses, nothing special about any of them. Wooyoung examined Mars' glasses, going as far as to try them on. Nothing.

How strange...

"Now, just what do you think you're doing?" Wooyoung flinched and quickly took the glasses off, shoving them back in the drawer.

"Secretary Park!" He exclaimed with a nervous chuckle. Though the secretary was hardly laughing. His gaze was stone-cold, looking over Wooyoung and the state of his now disorganised desk.

"You have no respect for people's belongings, you know that General Manager?" The secretary sighed.

"I deeply apologise. I'll just be on my way then!" Secretary Seonghwa stopped him, blocking him with his arm. Wooyoung gulped. Slowly, be backed away from the older man, who was stepping towards him. He yelped when he slipped into the desk chair, Seonghwa caging him beneath his arms.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," He said lowly.

"W-Why not?"

The secretary chuckled at him, leaning just before his ear with a smirk. "Why should I? Not when you know my little secret. We wouldn't want word getting out about it. Now would we?" His hand inched towards Wooyoung's throat, tightening around it, making the younger wince.

"I-I promise! I-I w-won't tell anyone!" He sputtered. The secretary hummed at him, almost in thought, before shaking his head.

"How can I be sure? After all, I've seen the way you blab to others. I've been watching you, you know? I see everything. Why don't I take you home with me? I promise we'll have lots of fun. You, me and the others."

Indeed. There was just something about Secretary Park, but Wooyoung would never live to tell you what it was.