"Only if you say, 'Pretty Please With A Cute Jiminie On Top'"
"What the hell? I'm not saying that."
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Funnily enough, you've worked at your job for five good years, yet you've never met your boss. Even funnier? He's you're weird ex from juvenile pri...
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chapter eleven: all sorted
"JIMIN, THANK GOD you're here." I sigh, signing out.
He managed to bail me out last minute after hearing everything through the tiny microphone.
"I'm just glad you're okay."
"What was that?" I ask, amused by his sudden softness.
"Nothing. I said I'm just glad we can get this over and done with."
I chuckle and saunter into the car park.
"What's next?" He asks. "Ha Eun knows we've been onto her and she's crazy as hell. She could shoot down a hospital on her own. She's planned ahead with the police who only fear her position and power."
"That's exactly why we're going to the one person who can help."
"Alright, just put the-"
"Move out of the way, Park. Let me drive this time."
He opens his mouth to object but stops himself. "Fine. Just don't kill us both, okay?"
"Whatever." I take the car out of park (no pun intended) and into drive within the blink of an eye, getting onto the road as quickly as possible.
"Nari, what the hell!"
"We need to get there quickly, Jimin. What do you expect me to do, drive like a ballerina?"
We drive for only ten minutes till I pull up at the apartment building that I hope he'd still be in and raise my fist to knock.
"Why do you look so unsure of yourself, Nari?" Jimin asks.
"It's just the heat. I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me." He presses.
"Fine. I'm not sure if he still lives here, alright?"
He looks mad and is about to yell at me when the door opens. Thankfully, he still lives here.
"I know it's a bit awkward and unexpected, but can you help clear something up quickly?"
"You're right, this is awkward. How am I supposed to trust him?" He points at Jimin from the tiny crack of his ajar door.
"I HAVE A NAME, TUAN!"
"I was just messing with you, Park. Come in."
Due to the money both he and his family has, his apartment is fairly big, especially for one person to live in all alone.
"I'm sorry about last time," I say as he hands us each a glass of red wine.
"Just pretend it never happened." He waves it off like the Mark I knew back in juvie and I feel my face getting hotter as I remember how kind he was as a boyfriend. "But really, why are you here?"
"My step-sister's using my company as a storage facility for her trafficked drugs and her little boyfriend's helping her out."
"Thing is, does that boyfriend happen to Kim Namjoon?" Mark asks with piqued curiosity.
"Yeah, why?"
"After I left the party Miss Park held, I realised the name I saw on your phone was familiar. Turns out the guy's been owing me money and I've been keeping tabs on him ever since."
"So that means you'll help us out?" I ask eagerly.
"Of course."
"Thank you so muc-"
"With a small price to pay, of course."
"Mark, what the hell?"
"Go out with Jimin."
"Tuan, are you out of your mind?"
"Come on, Park. You can't say you've not been fantasizing about it since your sister put me in the hospital that night."
"Well, I-"
"See. You have."
"Jimin!" I gasp.
"Nari, he's lying. See-see- look at that stupid grin on his face. What's so funny, Tuan?"
"Sit your butt down, Park. I'll help you and I'll send you the details for the place."
"What place?"
"The place you'll be taking her to, obviously."
"Tuan!"
This only made Mark and I laugh even more. "You want the help or not?"
Jimin grumbles to himself, cursing Mark under his breath.
"Damn, you must hate me a lot then." I joke.
"It's not like that."
"Don't worry about it. I've already sent my men to your company. No one's working today, I assume?"
"Yeah."
"Good. It's about to get very very messy."
"Can we see?"
"Sure."
He takes the glasses from each of us and walks out of the room for a brief moment, walking back in with a remote control.
With it, he switches on a projector and CCTV footage of the Park Establishment is shown from all rooms and offices.
"You have private footage of my company? Why didn't you tell me?!"
"It wouldn't be so private if I did." He shrugs.
By the looks of things, Jimin is two seconds away from unleashing his anger on Mark who is still amused and calm, but stops when a sound is heard.
It's coming from the screen.
A large group of men had filled the building, armed with all sorts of guns. Then another set of even more men dressed differently enter and start shooting.
We watch in awe as it all goes down, but end up disappointed when Mark switches it off and starts pushing us toward the front door.
"I thought you said we could watch?" I whine.
"Yes, but I've changed my mind now. I want you to get out of my house. It was nice having you around."
"You're not on my sister's side, are you?" Jimin suddenly accuses.
