Red Lights | Minho ✓

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Third person
Pov

The walk was quiet, too quiet that Minho hated it so much, but he had to endure, put a little more distance between the ballroom and them. He needed to make sure everything was carried out properly without any evidence.

At first he thought his old room- when he was staying with his parents- was a good place to execute his plan, but shot that down to avoid suspicions. No inappropriate intension and so, what better place to look innocent than the study?

Before leaving the ballroom, he managed to grab a glass of wine, he would had gone for something stronger but he needed to be saint Minho, no negative impression. Its just a glass, the young man deserves it. Mrs Shin's voice replayed and that made him chuckle lowly.

The timid girl walking next to him, just gulped, nervous to be in the presence of such a work of art. Or so he thought.

Minho pushed the study door open, and ushered her in first, a perfect gentleman. He watched as her eyes gleamed at the numerous amount of books, properly placed in their respective shelves.

Fucking nerd...

The black haired downed the wine and swig side ways. He quickly reached for that tie, yanking it off his neck, took off his suit and rolled up his sleeves up to his elbow. He undid the buttons down to his chest area, heaving out a relieved sigh.

Miso just took a step back, at how everything about him had changed, even that polite look on his face was now replaced with a smug expression as he looked at her like a sly predator.

"Miso? I presume."

She nodded timidly and boy did that made Minho satisfied. A good little girl locked up with a badboy like him? What great mischief could be done.

"So, you like books, yeah?" He tilted his head to the side, unable to keep it still, you'd be surprise what nine glasses could do to a not so gentleman's body. His vision starting to blur, and that tie wasn't there to keep him sane.

Poor Miso.

"I think they're magical, it's mind muddling how the words turns into images, moving pictures and you can even hear the sounds as the author explains deeper. Brilliant," she started rambling, at least he shows interest. She thought. Pushing up her glasses. "I've read a ton of books and can't decide a favourite, they're all so wonderful. Do you also read?"

"I don't do bullshit."

"Oh," Slightly taken aback, Miso mused. "Surely you don't mean that, do you?"

"Of course, its like invading someone's thoughts, creepy and crappy!" Minho remarked. He thought no such thing about books, matter of fact, he thought nothing about them, never bothered to. He just needed to show her that he was a red flag.

"What do you like doing?" Miso tried changing the topic.

Minho didn't reply, just stared blankly at her. He scoffed. "You don't want to know."

"Oh, you're quite difficult."

"Right? Tell your parents that we don't click, make me look good and just say we don't share the same interests, simple," Minho got a little excited, pushing himself off the table he sat. "Until never señorita!" He played with her hair, aiming towards the exit.

"Yo bunny," He felt his collar being tugged, halting his movement and momentary jolli-ment. Surprised, shocked and bemused, Minho turned to the female. "Fuck you going?"

"Huh?" That was as far as Minho could muse. Now he truly understood the saying, cat got your tongue. He blinked.

"I'm tryna be angel Mimi, and your Dumbass is ruining my shit!"

"Miso?"

"That's me," The brunette shrugged, shoving her hands into her pocket- surprise surprise- Minho simply watched in awe as she took up a cancerous stick. "You got a lighter, sir? I lost mine outside."

"You smoke?"

"Is badboy Mango scared?" Miso cooed. And Minho was too deep in daze to care about how she ridiculed his name. "I'm going to dumb it down so you can easily understand: I'm not a saint."

"No shit!" Minho crossed his arms, very intrigued, his brows knitted in utter confusion. Why was she agreeing to this? She doesn't seem pleased so why go ahead?

"My parents refuse to get me a car, say I'm too much of a sweet candy to bare road regulations and stuffs. If I be a good little Mimi and adhere to this 'collaboration' they'll get me one, sweet right?" She gave up on her stick, shoving it back into her hidden pocket. "Help me out?"

Was he going to do so? Hell no! Who the heck is she to order him around when there's nothing in it for him, just a pat on the back and a good job Minho, what is he, a dog?

"We can pretend? When I get my car we make something up and go our separate ways. Forget this shit ever happened."

Oh she was sensible. But not Minho.

He scoffed at her attempt. "No."

"Oh well then, I'll use my innocent charms to make our parents want this more, have fun avoiding me, Lee Minho!" Miso leaned off the wall, adjusted her dress, an evil smirk on her lips, even more evil than Minho's and that's saying something.

Minho stood there dumbfounded. Crap, they had to spend the whole day together tomorrow, what is to come? But he shook that off, after all he had a full on plan.

Step two: Make her look bad.

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This is gonna be a ride.

And another thing, I woke up and was like, hey how about my readers connect? And what better way than to find out who shares your interest?

So here we go: Question of the day:
What's your favourite colour?

(Pls note that no discriminating someone's opinion, or else your comment WILL be removed.)

Thank you!

Anyways hi, how are you?

As always Lee (> •-•)> will be taking your votes and comments.

Thanks
Cya💜