❝ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃? ❞
▶ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ambiguity and mysteriousness is what makes the coy president of Workers fall for one of the les...
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「 Red Devil 」
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ MITSUKI SIGHED IN exasperation, flicking her hair behind her shoulder as she crossed her arms over her chest, giving the person before her an intense glare. Yoojin was far from intimidated, but discomfort was slowly settling in his bones the longer Mitsuki stared at him, though he did not let that show.
"Shikami hasn't left my side until twenty minutes before you came, which isn't enough time for him to go to Hotel Vivi and scare the shit out of Samuel," she practically snapped at the other, "he doesn't even know where it was to begin with. You've seen how he is when it comes to directions and ways."
"Isn't it still quite suspicious that he left your side for unknown reasons?" Yoojin urged on, his smile never leaving his lips but it's aura did change.
"Are you saying I'm covering up for him?" Mitsuki asked.
"Your words, not mine," he replied.
The woman couldn't help but scoff, uncrossing her arms with a sass to her movements. "Fine then, go and question him. See if I'm lying. If it's proven that I'm not then I'm permitting Shikami to stab you."
"And if not, what then?"
Mitsuki was still, letting her stare become blank as she spoke in a dull voice, "We'll see."
As soon as she said that, the door to her office was opened by none other than Shikami, two bottles filled with bubble tea in the plastic bag in his hand. His mask was askew and there was blood on his button up, his blazer was lazily draped over his other arm. Such an incredible sight to behold.
"Speaking of the devil," Yoojin said with a closed-eye smile. Shikami nodded respectfully at the taller then slowly made his way to the only other open seat left in the office, setting down the drinks on Mitsuki's desk.
"How are you today, Shikami?" Yoojin asked innocently, to which the other casually shrugged to as an inexact response, then speaking in a quiet voice. "A bit bored, to be honest."
"If you don't mind, would you be honest with me?" The bespectacled male smiled wider as Shikami glanced at him then Mitsuki, though he couldn't tell what expression he was making nor his body language since he was completely and absolutely still. Quite like a statue.
"I don't exactly have a choice, do I?" Shikami's voice was as quiet as ever, yet it echoed around the room.
"Oh, you do." Yoojin chuckled softly. "I just can't guarantee your safety if you choose the hard way."
