SomethingLikeDeSun

If your boss was a handsome stylish man with a baby face but acted like the Devil himself, what would you do?
A) Slit his throat?
B) Kill yourself and end it all?
C) All of the above

Read to find out if there is a fourth option and if that option is "Make him fall hopelessly in love with you." 

I wonder what Ho Mizuki will pick, is it even possible to love a handsome babyfaced devil? And could he even love her back?

[Cover Art is drawn by ME]

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"Ho Mizuki. You incompetent moron, can you do anything right?"

Dark eyes wide with anger dug into my soul. His handsome babyface now cloaked with his usually gelled-back ink-black hair, swayed with each gesture he made.

My manager's right hand whizzed past his face and smacked into his other palm as he accentuated "Urgency" and "Mockery." It made me want to laugh (spit flying and all) in his stupid, self-absorbed face.

Good thing I accidentally spilt my morning coffee on him. Because my manager's usually pristine white button-up was now brown and blotchy from the grainy coffee served at the "fetid and plain hotel." His words, not mine. With his stained shirt, dishevelled suit jacket and ungelled hair, he assumed his authentic appearance. An escaped asylum patient, which was how I and the rest of his subordinates viewed him as.

My Babyfaced Boss is the Devil

"It's not a party. And you better hope he doesn't come." Park Daisuke gritted through his teeth. I had no idea who he meant, but it was obvious he wanted me to leave before 'he' came.


"Relax, are you scared that he will bring Ha-eun with him?" Park Daisuke shook Eiichi off him and began to shout in retaliation.


"You better hope he gets into an accident or falls off a cliff because If he makes it, I will literally put you through that wall-" 


And as if like on cue, the door swung open, and two little girls ran ahead of the aforementioned 'he.'


"You better not be talking about me, little brother."


We turned to see the tall figure in the doorway, arm in arm with a dainty lady wearing a bob cut and a fur coat. Mrs. Park struts towards the pair planting a quick peck on the lady's face while signalling at the butler to take their coats.


"Akihito, you shouldn't have." She meowed and took the bag Akihito had in his hand.


He has dimples like the Devil's