A MingPha Fanfic
Plot:
Everything seems normal.
Phana being the perfect student like always. Ming being a flirt like always.
No one suspects a thing.
Until one of their closest friends stumbled upon a situation.
The investigation begins.
Cast...
Jay hears a whisper from Phana before he faints from the impact on his neck. Tommy jumps to his feet in anger, spewing fury towards the beautiful man.
"Why the hell did you do that??!!"
"He'll ruin our plans if he sees everything. The others have not arrived. Sit still before I cuff you to the chair," The beautiful man orders with authority, Tommy sits back down with a frown. He looks at Phana, taking in his tiredness and dark circles. Guilt eats him up even more.
Tommy watches as his hooded friend lifts Phana and exits the room. His focus shifts back to the beautiful man giving instructions about the attack happening shortly. He knows they are speaking in codes and though there are some phrases he has managed to break, he is still kept in the dark over most information being saturated.
He sneaks a look at Jay, the comrade he thought has his back. Observing the way Jay speaks in the room, he knows Jay has connections with them. Karma is a bitch. He thinks bitterly.
"Everyone has evacuated," Jay reports. "Korn will definitely notice something so we need to strike before another plan is launched."
The beautiful man nods at Jay and speaks in code. "Room 3. Now. Our patient needs a check-up." Jay wipes a glance at Tommy and leaves the room.
"I'm curious..." Tommy addresses the beautiful man. "What are your intentions and why am I here? You could have just killed me."
"Haven't I made it clear?" The beautiful man turns to him with a wink. "I like you. Besides, your job is not finished."
Tommy frowns and protests with further questions, only to be dismissed with a wave of a hand.
"How is the preparation? Remember, I don't want any surprises until the job is done."
"Yes Sir!"
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"Ughh..."
Phana stirs slowly, rubbing his neck in pain as he opens his tired eyes. He finds himself on a comfortable double bed with soft pillows. He enjoys the silky fabric of the sheets before realising his situation. He sits up abruptly and sees a hooded figure sitting by the seating area, focusing on a tablet.
Still feeling the throbbing pain, Phana silently leaves the bed and tiptoes to the door; attempting another escape. He turns the knob to find it locked. He tries looking for the latch but there are none.
"It's no use," A monotonic voice answers his confusion. "The door is locked from the outside. Unless I give an order, no one will open it. Now, please go back to bed and lie down. You need rest."
Phana looks back at the hooded figure. He detects a familiar voice but could not make out who is under that hood. He stays in his position and looks at the unidentified person.
The hooded figure signs and switches off the tablet, placing it on the dark wood coffee table. "If I show you who I am, will you rest?" He takes off his hood and Phana gasps.
"Y-you you're Kao's..."
"Assistant. My name is Type. First of all, I'm not a traitor. I'm here because of Kao's instructions. Now, rest." Type orders.
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