𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 | HyunIn

23| The Snake Entangled The Fox

"I said ask no more"

He reminded him and left.

Leaving Jeongin stupefied on his own place, he could only view the leaving back of the other person that was rapidly fading away behind the mahogany door frame, unsatisfactory was boldly written on his face.

"It's nine."

Eventually, his vexes soon faded away when his ears grasped the familiar voice of Minho's from the opposite side of him.

At this moment, Jisung was gazing down upon the watch that was on his wrist. A small faint smile had seemed to surrender to the lips, his legs swiftly rose up on the shining floor.

Watching him about to leave, Minho's face gradually drooped down to a dull leaden haze. The golden fork that hadn't yet betrayed his hold also proceeded to follow suit in gently collapsing by the side of the white porcelain plate.

But the rather mournful melancholy on Minho's face couldn't afford to be visible any longer. His expression was wisely schooled, he let out an inquiry with a deep, passionate voice that was brimming with curiosity.

"You're going somewhere?"

Jisung replied with a friendly nod, "Work, as always. I'm a DJ after all, but it's gonna be a lot of fun!" he said.

Minho was silent for a moment, until he replied with a slight hesitation, "I can give you a ride."

"Ah, it's alright. I've already called my manager"

Jisung said, waving a hand at the side of his head. Seeing that he strongly declined the offer, Minho could only half-heartedly hummed as a reply.

Before the blue haired male stepped his feet outside of the place, he'd first given Jeongin's palms a mere yellow-wrapped packaging.

The older had told him that the item supposedly belonged to Hyunjin. Since he was running late for work, he had singlehandedly asked Jeongin for a favour to pass the piece to the guy on his behalf.

Viewing down the thing that was currently held in his warm hands, Jeongin thought that it was extremely thin in appearance as if there was only a piece of paper hiding under the layers of wraps.

A sigh escaped his parting lips. Silence fell around him as he motioned his eyes to examine the place that was surrounding him, but there was indeed no traces of Hyunjin.

Thus, he left the huge hall and commanded his legs to head to upstairs. After living here for quite the time, he naturally had already grew fonder with this mansion's architecture.

The usage of every doored room being built from one angle to another side might he not know the reason why. However, he had long since figured that some of the high leveled assassins around him would most likely own a resting bed in this place.

Despite that, Jeongin's mind could only recognize the clear path that would lead him to Hyunjin's door, remembering it as vivid as the bluebellvine's mauve.

It's only because Hyunjin would often time bully him down by sneakily stealing his belongings whenever he was drowning in the sticky world of boredom. Therefore, Jeongin was forced to meet his door.

Knock, knock!

His hard knuckles greeted the door. He waited there silently for an answer just to see if the room really was occupied. To his surprise, the sound of the creaking began to fill up his hearing.

Lifting his eyelashes up high to the front, an image of a tall charming male immediately flashed before his sight.

His silky black hair that was hung down facing the opposite of the sky was covering half of the older male's face, curtaining one of the calm phoenix eyes which had seemed to tardily darken with lingering smoke.