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PART.00: PROLOGUE

"Wonwoo whAt ThE FUCK."

A lanky male had practically burst into the CEO's office and, without a breath, shouted profanities at him.

The brown haired CEO continued to clench his hands together, his eyebrows knotted in a frown without a response.

"First dt • NINE and now GREY? Are you actually stupid?" Lee Minhuyk, the VP of this damned company and aforementioned lanky dude, sighed. "You even went as far as to make a new company and make up some bullshit about bankruptcy. I'm done." The brunette crossed his arms, glaring at Wonwoo in wait of a reply.

Wonwoo knew that Minhyuk was still heartbroken over the disbanding of his company's first group, dt • NINE, and that him moving on from them just like that wouldn't leave his boyfriend in a very pleasant mood, but alas, that was what would have to happen. Careful of his next actions, he silently took a file of papers that had been laying open on his desk before standing up and walking over to where Minhyuk had been standing.

"I hope this will convince you that it's not such a bad thing." He said, placing the file firmly into his boyfriend's hands then walking past him; grabbing the coat of his suit draped over the couch and turning the metal knob attached to the office's glass door. "Now, go get gay squared. I have some interviews for them to film." With that and a loud 'onward', the CEO had passed through the steel door frame, Minhyuk rushing out behind him.

Despite implying that he would be going elsewhere while Minhyuk found the two cameramen, Wonwoo continued to follow the other in bold strides, walking quickly to keep up with his vertically advantaged companion.

As if Minhyuk could sense where the two that they were looking for were at the moment, he swiftly made his way through the building's winding corridors before throwing open an oak door at the end of one of them. It was one of the ridiculously many staff rooms.

A high pitched scream immediately filled the hall as the door swung open.

Was it the twink whose shirt seemed to have been misplaced? Nope.

Or the unfazed, fully clothed one who stared at his boss blankly? Nah.

Minhyuk possibly? Not a chance.

Of course, it was Wonwoo, who was practically ready to turn on his 3-inch heel inserts and flee. The only problem with that being the fact that Minhyuk had grabbed the back of his red button up shirt, continuing to stand firmly and as stone faced as ever in front of the sight.

"On mYー" Wonwoo paused, rapidly trying to untangle the jumbled words he was currently muttering. "ON My wHiTE VALENTINO COUCH???" The exclamation followed by an over-exaggerated gasp.

Rolling his eyes at Wonwoo, Minhyuk simply pushed the frames of his glasses up on the bridge of his nose before issuing out orders. "You two, go get the interview equipment and set up a few chairs in one of the more 'professional' looking rooms." He spoke, including the 'professional-looking' detail seeing as most of the rooms in the 15-storey building were filled with pictures of Wonwoo's face hung up on the walls, which wasn't exactly a pleasant first sight to most visitors. "And put your shirt pack on Minjun; this is the third time this month..." He trailed off in a tone of slight annoyance, the two cameramen rushing out of the room and Wonwoo naruto-running down the hall, screaming, soon after.

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A while later once Wonwoo had recovered from that morning's trauma; it was time for him to interview the 11 boys he had practically had to kidnap from various places and companies to feature on his newest tv show.

Grabbing a file of applications and straightening his tie, he took a deep breath in preparation before walking into the venue selected for the interviews.

The room filled with 11 good-looking and probably very homosexual boys currently fighting over who should sit on the three chairs placed in the room was certainly quite a sight.

This reality show sure would be a lot of work, Chae Wonwoo thought as soon as the door closed behind him, contemplating if he should just leave again straight afterward.

"I'm going to need a lot more coffee to deal with this mess."
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A/N: lmao this chapter was crappy i'm so sorry
but alas, it's only the prologue so it'll get better i promise 
for now, enjoy a chapter of Wonwoo i guess

see y'all~
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