My Client's Former Best Friend | MEANIE/MINWON

Chapter Ten.

  Mingyu heard someone call his name through the darkness. Why was everything so dark? It was the middle of the day. Or maybe it was night. Maybe he was sleeping one off. So why was someone shouting his name?

  Cold water hit him square on the nose, dousing his whole face in frigid pain. He spluttered, got water in his mouth, and spent a few moments choking on that. He opened his eyes as he coughed and got water in them too. Finally, after several minutes of rapid blinking and strangled, hacking yelps, he cleared his face enough to look around him. He was lying on the floor of Junhui’s entryway, surrounded by a puddle of water. It was night, and Jeon Wonwoo was standing over him with an empty glass and a stony expression.

  “What the hell did you do that for?” he demanded.

  Wonwoo shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it?”

  “I nearly drowned! Didn’t you see me choking?”

  Wonwoo rolled his eyes. “You are so goddamn dramatic. Where’s Jun?”

  Mingyu started, then clutched the back of his head, cringing when he felt the giant lump. “Isn’t he on the couch in the living room?”

  “I haven’t checked there yet. I just walked in and found you unconscious.”

  “And you decided to throw cold water on me?”

  “Uh, no. First I dragged you down the rest of the stairs. I figured it’d hurt less if you were still out.”

  “What happened?” Mingyu asked as his body, aching and throbbing, joined him in the conscious world. His right arm, in particular, was on fire and he couldn’t move it.

  Wonwoo eyed him. “I was hoping you would tell me that.”

  Mingyu rubbed his temple with the hand he could move. “I don’t know. I was going through Minghao’s closet when I heard a noise. I walked down the stairs but slipped somehow...there was something wrong with the stairs...anyway, I think there’s something wrong with my arm.”

  “I’d say so.”

  Mingyu turned his head. His right arm was stuck out to the side like a child’s stick figure drawing where the shoulder isn’t connected correctly to the torso. He turned away. “That can’t be good.”

  “No. Especially since we can’t exactly take you to a hospital right now.” Wonwoo reached down, took his left arm, and pulled him to standing.

  Wonwoo's hands were strong and oddly comforting. Odd because Mingyu didn’t think anything about the man in front of him was comforting. “Why the hell not?”

  “Super-secret, time-sensitive mission ring a bell?”

  “Oh right, that. We haven’t gotten very far on that.”

  “You’ve had the whole afternoon and evening! Jun said he had some ideas about where Minghao went. What do you mean you haven’t gotten very far?”

  Mingyu flinched. “Stop shouting. I probably have an untreated concussion.”

  Wonwoo made him follow his manicured forefinger with his eyes.

No concussion.

  “I tried to look for clues, you know, before being possibly murdered. But after I knocked Jun out, I didn’t know where to look.”

  “You knocked Jun out.”

  “Yes.”

  “Jun. You knocked Jun...out.”

  “Right.”

  “Junhui. As in the only person who knows what the next step is in this whole fucking mess? As in the person who’s in danger of getting murdered at any moment? That Jun? You knocked him out and then went and got yourself nearly killed on the stairs?” Wonwoo’s voice was quiet and scary and hot.