❝ ...why do you make it so hard for me to hate you? ❞
❝ because... maybe... just maybe, cuz i dont want you to ❞ minho plants a kiss on jisung's lips.
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Lee Minho, Jisung's ultimate rival.
With Minho finally at his mercy, knife again...
The headache hit him hard the next morning, and shit, he didn't expect it to be this painful.
Letting out a sigh, he reached for his phone to check the time. It was already 10:43 am. While scrolling through his messages, his eyes caught sight of an unread message from a specific contact.
He instinctively bit his lip, tapping on the message.
<⠀Chan
⠀⠀⠀7pm sharp.
Fuck.
♡﹒🖤﹒★◟
Jisung stands outside Chan's office, adjusting his outfit and inhaling deeply before knocking on the door.
"Come in"
Jisung keeps his gaze lowered, unable to meet his boss's eyes after screwing up not one, but two assignments. He merely positions himself in front of the desk, his hands leisurely hanging by his side.
"Well?"
Jisung raises his head from the ground, meeting the gaze of the man before him who oddly appears at ease.
When Jisung takes forever to respond, Chan tosses the papers aside, kicks back in his chair, and locks eyes with Jisung.
"So, did the mission go down as planned?"
Jisung can't help but want to roll his eyes. Obviously, Chan already knows if he messed up or not. He knows damn well. Yet he wants Jisung to say it out loud.
He wants Jisung to admit it.
But if Jisung can't admit it, he'll look even fucking weaker.
"No..." Jisung refuses to meet Chan's gaze, his eyes drilling into the wall behind him. "I failed..."
Chan exhales heavily.
"Two failures in a row" he begins, and Jisung fights the urge to release a massive sigh of disappointment. "But the target is still dead, no?"
"Yeah, sir... but... it wasn't me who—"
"I know." Chan says, coolly leaning his elbows on the table. "Alright then, dismissed. No missions lined up. Might be a while before the next one."
