The SVT Files

006

Seungcheol wasn't sure what he was expecting when he landed at their Tokyo base, but it wasn't Yoon Jeonghan sitting on the runway on a velvet throne with a glass of wine in his hand. When he stepped off the plane, Jeonghan waved at him, smiling widely.

"Choi Seungcheol!"

"Yoon Jeonghan?"

"Would you care for a glass of wine? It's the Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru 2012. Quite magnificent, flowery with a silky texture. I'm afraid I could only sneak one throne in, but you wouldn't get one anyways. Would you like a stool? I might let you have my footstool."

"I'm good, thanks."

"Good because I'm not giving up my footstool for you. Now, you're here about powers. My given powers specifically right?"

Seungcheol could hear shouting coming from the compound, and quickly registered that it was an intruder alarm. As he looked at Jeonghan, he smiled brilliantly. "Did you get a guest pass?"

"I didn't think I'd need one seeing as I'm an international treasure, plus the process is so tedious. I guess they caught on." Jeonghan shrugged.

"They're going to catch you."

"No they're not."

"They're not going to catch you?"

"Exactly, thanks Seungcheol." Jeonghan's eyes glowed green for a brief second, and when it was done, Jeonghan leaned back on his throne. "Now I won't get caught."

Seungcheol frowned for a minute, then realised what had just happened.

"That's how your power works?"

"Yep. You made a suggestion and I turned it into reality. Now watch." As Seungcheol watched, the guards stormed out, saluted him, and retreated. "See? I can walk out too, but I thought it would be better to give you my conditions here. I want my own workshop, preferably the basement, but whatever works. And a private bathroom, all the booze I want, fresh produce every day, and meat. Lots of it."

"I'm sure that can be provided as long as you give unconditional support to this."

"I'll give about fifty percent of my support."

"I'm going to need more than that."

"That's about as much as I ever give sweetie," Jeonghan smirked, sipping his wine. "I can give you about sixty percent if I find someone cuter than you there."

"I'm going to need seventy to eighty percent. And my name is Choi Seungcheol."

"Hmm," Jeonghan hummed. "That's a lot of time and commitment to the government. You'll keep me comfortable for life after this ordeal right? And I mean my kind of comfortable, Choi Seungcheol."

"I'm sure it can be arranged just like everything else can be."Seungcheol frowned. Jeonghan was already getting on nerves Seungcheol didn't know he had.

"Okay, then I am ready to go. I have all my luggage here and ready to go on my private jet. Shall we?"

"How the hell did you get your private jet on a government compound's airstrip?"

"It just happened." Jeonghan shrugged, checking his watch. "I can have my pilot follow you? But I do need to make a stop, it's in Paris."

"That's not an on the way stop?" Seungcheol asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but I always get coffee with my friend there on Tuesdays, and I do have to be on time for the appointment."

"You go to Paris for coffee?" Seungcheol asked, and Jeonghan nodded.