• Mastermind • | NamJin || BOOK 3#

Seven. Starting his particular movements

Namjoon lets out a deep breath and pats the panting man's head, does it a couple more times, treating him like a dog. He picks up the leg a little and leans to the side. "Everything okay?"

Junghwa gives a snort, severely annoyed and even more so when Namjoon grabs him by the face, pulling him closer, but not allowing him to kiss him. Oddly, he hasn't been able to do that with him: they're having sex and yet, it's as if Namjoon draws the line at putting their lips together. He's young, he's a naturally beautiful man, and Namjoon knows he is. That's why it was so easy for him to seduce Junghwa and now, after the act, to be certain that he convinced him to help him.

More convinced than he already had him.

This is just a way of leaving it as a certainty.

It's not like it bothers him to show to the public the video of them having sex and leave him in a bad light by starting an unchecked snowball, supporting the abuse victims who are reporting him and want him to go to jail.

In fact, it's something he plans to do once Junghwa serves his legal purpose. After that, Namjoon needs him as a better prepared counter. One that can move freely around the board. Similar to Matthew and Wonho.

"Looks like someone is really old. He only holds twice." taunts Namjoon and immediately, he has a hand on his neck and the man pressed between his legs.

Namjoon sneers indiscreetly. Pleased to be the center of attention and not thinking anything else about it.

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"The truth... nothing I've been able to test, is stable according to the programs" announces Wonho scratching his head. "It's a bit complicated to work with nothing to test this with. It may even vary depending on the person you apply it to." Adds the chemist thoughtfully. Namjoon swings the leg back and forth.

He made about twenty formulas, Wonho managed to stabilize them all, which is his job. Namjoon barely has time to think about the possibilities. His free time is also spent on the same thing, so Wonho is the one who perfects the details of everything the genius does.

And they have quite a bit of time working on the same thing: perfecting what Altered could do or conversely, some sort of substance that makes Altered temporarily. Namjoon calls it a drug directly. That's what it will be after all. That's how he plans to eventually trade it.

"It depends a lot on how it adapts to the new genetic material" Namjoon mutters in annoyance, Namjoon rests his forehead on his index finger, glancing sideways at the screens with their variants. "We have to test it as soon as possible. Otherwise, we're never going to move forward with the project."

"I see... Are you going to call for volunteers?"

Namjoon gives a derisive laugh, shaking his head and straightening up in his seat.

"Not at all. I don't plan to spend money on something so volatile and dangerous. To legalize it would be to have an endless team of lawyers that nothing assures me that they won't turn against me" Matthew shakes his head, that's very true, unfortunately, "what I have in mind is much simpler... I hope they don't turn out to be too good at heart and turn against this" Namjoon scoffs with a hand on his chest. The pair gives each other a nervous glance, thinking of an option that seems to be the only one. "After all, it is also necessary to test the weapons on moving and thinking targets."

"Yes... Are you going to test it on us?" asks Matthew. Namjoon lets out a laugh, standing up.

"Of course not. That would be wasting too many useful minds" Matthew lets out a breath, relieved. With Namjoon, you never know. He's proven himself to be an exceedingly strange man, "but there are less brilliant minds that won't be strange at all." His smile is crooked, cynical and almost evil in both their opinions.