Criss-Cross || Hyunin

Chapter 7

Seungmin entered Jeongin's cabin upon receiving his permission and forwarded him an envelope. "Jeongin these invitation cards-" He stopped, grimacing at the many papers and files on Jeongin's desk, who gave him a warning look.

I swear if you even utter a word-

"You know what? Never mind. I'll keep them with me." He waved an envelope in the air. Jeongin's eyes hardened, causing Seungmin to stifle his laugh. "Okay, okay. These are with me. I just came here to inform you."

Jeongin kept the pen down and tiredly leaned back in his chair. "Who is keeping an eye on Hyunjin? Seungmin?"

"you already know?" Seungmin asked, not in the least surprised.

Jeongin kept quiet.

Seungmin looked at him grimly. "Look, You can't trust someone blindly. Minho hyung cares about you. That's why he asked his men to keep an eye on Hyunjin."

Jeongin sighed. "I know. But if Hyunjin comes to know that he is being watched, he will lose his trust in us. Why don't you guys understand?"

"Jeongin-"

"Stop them, Seungmin." Jeongin said, authoritatively. "Hyunjin is not a milk-drinking child. If he was so incapable, I would never have allowed him to be a part of this organization. "

Seungmin pressed his lips tightly. "And what about Minho hyung?"

"I'll talk to him.."

"He will be angry."

"Then let him," Jeongin replied, calmly but firmly. He thinks I can't handle myself but I can handle myself and this company too ", thank you very much." He huffed, making Seungmin smile.

"Nice. The boss must be proud." He winked at him teasingly, earning a glare. "I will remove those men. Everything else is on you. Gotta go?"

Jeongin nodded, gesturing him to go. Before Seungmin's departure, he looked at the stacks in front of him and rested his elbow over the desk, palming his cheek. He kept staring at them, side by side considering his options to deal with Minho. Oh, the workload!

He sighed.

"What the fuck."

...........
"Why the hell don't you understand?" Minho said, irritated.

"You are not thinking rationally, Minho," Jeongin spoke. "Chan hyung asked me to watch on Hyunjin and that's why I brought him here. Then what is the need for all this?"

Minho gripped his chair tightly and gritted his teeth. "Jeongin, He is Park Li men. He-"

"Not him. Park Li did." Jeongin said, losing his patience. "He did and Hyunjin left him himself and we brought him here."

"But-"

"No." Jeongin interrupted him. "A team without understanding cannot work. I understand your point but Hyunjin is now a part of our team. you have to work with him the same way you do with us" He declared.

Minho looked away and Jeongin's gaze softened. "Hyung, please."

Minho bit his lip. He gave Jeongin a quick, reluctant nod and left the room. Jeongin saw him go and clicked his tongue. He didn't waste time dwelling on the issue though. He spun the pen between his fingers and immediately got back to work.

...
Minho came out of the cabin and almost bumped into Changbin, who passed him a surprised look. Seeing that, Minho stopped to compose himself. He fixed his tie and straightened his suit. When he saw Changbin watching, he gave him a cold glare and stalked off from there.

Changbin shook his head and followed him. "Minho, He is not wrong? "Minho stopped and turned towards him, raising his hand. "Look, we have already discussed that matter." He sighed, taking a deep breath to bring down his anger. "You remove those men." He told Changbin. "There is no need to keep a watch on him anymore."

Changbin narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure?" He whispered.

Minho nodded, looking away. "Jeongin's stubbornness is going to cost us all one day."

Changbin sighed. He patted Minho's back and gave him a reassuring nod. Then he pulled out his cell phone and walked into the elevator.

Meanwhile, Minho's phone started ringing. Reading the caller id, he pressed his eyes with his fingers, before picking it up. "Hello, sir. I've already told you don't call me." He heard the caller speak and his face hardened. "I'm sorry sir, but we're not changing our decision. You will get your share. I hope you have a good day."

He ended the conversation in a hurry, cutting the call straight
..........

Jeongin read and signed the last of the files on his table. Shoving them aside, he rubbed his eyes and laid his head on the desk for a moment, weary. Slowly, he reached for the landline and dialed a number.

"Minho hyung." He said, head still on the table and eyes closed. "I am done with these files. Please send someone to take them..."

When the call cut the call without any answer, Jeongin huffed. He kept the server down and waited for someone to show up.

Eventually, one of the general staff showed up and Jeongin handed him the files. Prior to their departure, he stood up and cracked his joints, stiff from sitting all day long. It had been going on for the past few days. The paperwork had increased a great deal. It would go on for a few more days. Not that he was complaining but it still was tiring.

He felt a presence in the room and turned his head on the other side. He heard the person click their tongue and rolled his eyes internally.

"I have brought some food. It's already very late. Eat it."

Jeongin kept quiet.

"Jeongin."

"Why did you not talk to me on the call?"

This time Minho stayed silent. Jeongin sat up straight and folded his arms against his chest, glaring at Minho.

Minho glared right back at him. "You already know why, I am not okay with your decision." He looked away and jerked his head. "Leave it. Take this."

Jeongin watched as Minho placed the food tray on the table and uncovered the lid. He ignored the food and looked at Minho again.

"If you are angry with me then why did you bring the food?"

Minho scoffed. "Because everyone here is your servant."

Jeongin's expressions wavered. "Minho you-"

But Minho raised his hand, before running it through his hair and stalking off from there. "Wah your hands before eating", he said before swinging the door shut behind him.

Jeongin smiled, though there was no mirth in it. He glanced at the food tray and covered it again. Collecting his belongings from the drawer, he stood up and left the place