ALL BARK NO BITE | SADISTIC BEAUTY SPINOFF

Chapter 7

~ Employee Fire Exit, Kuyeong Restaurant, Son Plaza, Gahoe-dong, Jongno-gu, Seoul

After handing the manager a fan of crisp notes, Wookyung demanded for a particular fire exit to be opened. "That'll be all" he shook the manager's hand like he was an old friend as Minho gave him disapproving looks, appearing fidgety with his tapping foot, clicking tongue along with cursory glances at his wristwatch.

"What the hell are you doing?" he argued haughtily while rearranging his coat on his arm. "I'm doing this all for you" Wookyung gave him an upside-down grimace, "You could try to be a little more grateful to Daddy..." he snuck an arm around Minho's slim waist but was pushed away swiftly.

"You're still so irresistible" Wookyung pouted apologetically, clacking opening the emergency door onto the cold night, the chill Seoul breeze washed them in snow dust. "I'll take it from here" Minho ducked out of Wookyung's shadow, turning to a corner but got pulled by a rough force, his body firmly pressed back against a brick wall.

"Hyung... I'm giving you my precious time, hard-earned money and thin patience" he slid a hand up the wall next to Minho "But you haven't been too kind to me for me to not expect anything in return" he brought his face closer so that the mist from their breaths mingled "don't ignore this two-way street"

Minho lowered his gaze, pushing his fists against Wookyung's chest defensively "Stay back you fucking pervert" he mumbled as he looked around with growing worry. "Although I have several favours to ask of you but I'll stick to one..." Wookyung tilted his head, smiling at Minho's bobbing Adam's apple.

"...For your sake, Hyung". He stole a hand under the neck of his jacket, pulling out Minho's glasses. He gently placed the bridge on the end of his nose, sliding it back behind his ears and into their original place. Minho's cheeks grew red from the biting cold and their proximity.

"Write for me" Wookyung blew huskily against his lips and Minho tried to look away but was affixed on those golden eyes. His arms fell to his sides as he struggled to speak... he couldn't ever fathom Cha Wookyung's reasons "Why?... Why would I write for you... You?... of all people"

"I don't know... maybe because I have seen you writing since college but never seen you publish a single page... not to mention I'm the only one who has ever read an entire work of yours so I know I know what I'm talking about" he pointed out "... It's not your writing that needs help... it's you..." he nearly whispered.

"I suspect you need a little push" he licked the jagged edge of his canines, emphasizing on the word 'push'.

Minho immediately grew resentful "The push you gave me back in college was enough to discourage me from each and all forms of writing" Minho scowled, his lips turning bitten from the cold. "Did it or did it not work?" Wookyung smiled, nearly brushing his nose with Minho's and he blushed strongly.

Wookyung gripped the wall harder next to Minho "I'll have you know that even then, I only had the best intentions in mind for you" he whispered and Minho shook his head, not having forgotten anything "Well... those intentions ruined me and brought me a lot of... grief... regardless of the prize money"

Minho pushed out of Wookyung's arms, striding down the street as he heard a loud shout behind him "LET ME TURN YOU INTO A BESTSELLING AUTHOR!" Wookyung heroically spread his arms, slowly walking towards him. "You know well that I'm the only one who you can run to whenever you feel like it..."

"Please don't cause a scene..." Minho turned around in horror, trying, as if, to calm down a screaming child. "I wouldn't trust you with such things, especially after you stole my work back in college?" he flicked his wrist "ONLY TO PUBLISH IT UNDER YOUR NAME BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T" Wookyung yelled, trying to explain.