Dirty Minho ~ MinSung (Part.1)

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TW: Violence / Death / Weapon

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"Give me his number." After I've had a moment to calm down, I finally take a seat and decide to work out a plan to see him again. I can't fucking let him go, especially not after the way I treated him.

"It's his husband's number." The tic in my jaw twitches again, and I grind my teeth at his words.

"The fucker's dead, right?" My eyes bore into Taehyun's as my words come out with enough bite to let him know I'm still on edge. He starts to answer verbally, but then decides just to nod his head. I keep staring at him, letting him get a good fucking idea of how pissed I am when he refers to that prick as his husband. "So, he's not his fucking husband."

"Alright, boss. You got it. I just- "he stops himself and looks at the floor before continuing, "I just have his number. Not his." "What's his name?" I'm a fucking fool for not even getting his name.

He shuffles his feet but keep his eyes on me. He knows better than to back down, even if I am pissed off. I don't have pussies working for me. I don't fucking like weakness. "I don't know" My rage is getting the best of me. Of course, he doesn't fucking know. He probably doesn't even know his dead husband's real name.

"What's his number? Give it to me." Taehyun immediately takes out his cell and pushes a few buttons. My phone, still on the sectional, beeps with a text.

It's my little tiger's dead husband's number. Perfect. I call it right away. Why? I don't fucking know. Not only that, but I immediately hang the fuck up on the first ring. What the hell is wrong with me? What am I going to say? Hey, sorry I fucked you like you were some slut. Didn't mean to take advantage. Fucking hell, I'm losing my touch. "I'm going to send this over to Beomgyu." Beomgyu will tell me everything he can about this number. From who it belonged to, to what that fucker ate for breakfast the day he died. More importantly, I'll find out who his widow is. "Taehyun, how many of these fucking drops do I have to sit through today?"

"We've got three more lined up, boss," he answers. "Fan-fucking-tastic." I can't shake my irritation. I need to calm down before shit gets out of hand. I roll my shoulders, throw my scotch back and pour myself another.

"Your Ma having dinner tonight?" Taehyun asks me like he has no clue. Must be his fucking nerves getting the best of him.

"Relax, I'm just a bit wound up."

"What'd he say to you that's got you on edge?" he asks.

"He didn't say a god damn thing, Taehyun. I'm just curious."

He raises a brow in question.

"His ass that good?" he asks with a smirk. "You really want to push me right now?" That wipes the smile off his face and puts one on mine. I laugh at him and pour him a drink. I walk over to him, a glass in each hand. He takes his drink from my hand and gives a small nod in thanks. "Salute." I say, clinking my glass with his.

"Salute." He takes a small sip and winces as the burn stings his throat. I chuckle and gulp back at the rest. I shake out my arms and already feel a more relaxed. I throw my feet on the table and get ready to text Beomgyu. "What's the cheers for, boss?"

I grin and press send on the text. I adjust in my seat and lean my head back on the sleek, black leather sectional. "Just found my new boy."

His brow furrowed in confusion and then disbelief, but he's quick to straighten out his face. He takes another sip and walks to the window to look out over the field. It's Sunday, but there's nothing going on today. Team's on break, I take it.