1161 We'd Like Your Help
Damn it! He felt nervous when he thought of the terrible rumors of Min-ho, so he had typed in terror and made a typo, putting "ma" instead of "me".
[Bro Min-ho, I mean, do you remember me? I'm Steve Yoo, a friend of Jill's. We've met before in Italy!]
Steve Yoo retyped his message multiple times, then picked the one he thought was most suitable to send.
[Oh, Steve Yoo, I don't know you.]
Steve Yoo felt a little awkward staring at his reply. They had really met before in Italy. In fact, he had sat right beside Jill.
[Haha, Bro Min-ho, you must be too busy. We did meet before. You're coursemates with Jill, aren't you? I'm a good friend of hers.]
Even though Min-ho had forgotten about him, he could not have forgotten about Jill.
[What's the matter?] Min-ho replied.
[Bro Min-ho, I found out that you're in Imperial now. So am I, how coincidental! I'd like to meet you to catch up.]
Steve Yoo struggled to send this message. He kind of hoped that Min-ho would agree to meet him, yet a part of him hoped that Min-ho would decline.
If Min-ho declined, then he did not have to deal with such a dangerous person anymore, but it would mean he failed to deliver what he promised to Krystal.
[I'm eating at the finger-licking good store. It's on the west side of the Oriental East building.]
[It's KFC, isn't it?] Steve Yoo asked hesitantly.
[KFC, without the 'isn't it.]
Steve Yoo was speechless. He lost a few years of life just texting this guy...
After he received Min-ho's location, Steve Yoo was still contemplating. Should he really meet that maniac?
However, as he reminded himself about Krystal and History's current situation, Steve Yoo knew what he had to do. Steve Yoo toughened himself up and drove to meet Min-ho.
After some time, Steve Yoo stood outside of KFC's entrance. He took a deep breath before he entered.
Min-ho was easy to spot. He had the looks of a classic Asian hunk. Min-ho was wearing a sporty outfit with his long black hair tied into a ponytail.
He also wore a black snapback on his head and looked cool as usual.
Several sweet-looking girls were in front of Min-ho, all staring at him.
"H-hello...y...do you mind...giving me your...contact number?"
Before Steve Yoo went up to him, several girls around the age of 18 were gathered around Min-ho. Min-ho raised his head a little and glanced at the girls.
He seemed to be experienced in situations like this, so he ignored them.
The few girls just left without a word.
"Hahaha, my bro Min-ho! I'm Steve Yoo!" Steve Yoo grinned at him as he went up to him.
"Sit." Min-ho looked at the empty seat in front of him. "Order whatever you like, pay for yourself."
'It's alright, I ate before I came." Steve Yoo forced a smile.
"You're Steve Yoo, huh? I have some vague impressions of you. What's the matter? Be straightforward, I don't like people wasting my time." Min-ho then gobbled up the chicken he had, though he still looked unsatisfied.
"Alright, bro Min-ho, I currently work at History. My boss knows how capable you are, so we'd like to invite you to join History." Steve Yoo dared not to beat around the bush with him and went straight to the point.
