Señorita ✤ Choi Minho

✤chapter 14

is art worth more than a life

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Thanks to her height, Hyuna had already rummaged through the upper cupboard. There was no sight of the sachets. Yesterday morning, there were around three left beside the coffee maker, today, there were none. Does he even get sleep after drinking these many coffees?

'What are you doing?'

Hyuna jumped at the husky voice in her ear. She gulped and tried to ignore how huge Minho's palm rested on her knuckles with a force, making the drawer close before she even got a chance to take a proper look at it.

'Sorry. I...was just...looking for coffee sachets,' Hyuna told, still recovering from their sudden proximity. He's hot breathe fanning beside her neck. It's too close into her personal space and he won't step aside.

She felt his other hand on her arm and leading her to sit at the table. 'It's not this one. Let me search,' Minho told his palm still on the drawer's handle, he looked into the other ones.

Minho is all about the right timing. A second late, and he can't imagine the horror in her face of what's a gun doing in the kitchen drawer. 

It's not the only place he hid it, there were three more in this very room. He should have cleared them off yesterday after she went to sleep, but something came up and he forgot about it.

'Did you like the food last night?' Minho asked awkwardly, shutting his eyes close at how random it sounded. What else is he supposed to talk about and divert her mind?

'Yeah,' Hyuna gave a slight smile.

'Can you fetch my watch? It's upstairs.'

'Right now?'

Minho nodded. He can't take out the weapon if he has her behind watching him like a hawk.

'It'll be on my bed,' he shouted as she reached the first floor.

'This one?' Hyuna asked waving it while walking down.

'Yeah,' Minho reached out his hand, carefully taking his precious Piguet from her. He feared she might drop it and that would have given him a heart attack.

'Just leave them next to the machine,' he stacks the coffee box, settling behind the island counter watching Hyuna sort those into piles.

As he observes her back turned to him, Minho's mind zones out about the possibilities of how to kill the person in front. The shooting is easy if you got the right gun. The one he was currently holding onto seemed perfect. The range was short, the bullet's going to penetrate and stay. The sound won't be a problem either, there's a silencer on it.

He pulls it out from behind, aiming from the counter. It will just take a second. It's what he was trained to do half of his life. Yet he can't do the simple job of pulling the trigger.

It's too soon to choose what he wants to do. Minho can't help but feel like betraying her over a painting. He tucks the gun back, in between his waist and jeans.

Minho sighs, holding his face.

'I think you'll need to have it at the office. We got a powercut,' Hyuna told, turning off the switch. She had assumed the coffee maker broke down but confirmed when the other appliances didn't work either.