LOVE ; minsung

018. you will be mine

"So you want to report someone with no evidence?"

Minho heard. He stared at his boss, who said this as if he could care less. Minho was hunched over on his bosses desk, his hands sitting and tightening around the wood.

"That's why I'm going to find evidence." Minho recalled.

"As long as you do that, I don't see a problem officer." His boss said. He was clearly confused as to why minho was targeting this guy specifically.

"May I ask why you're doing this?"

"I've witnessed it, but I didn't have any evidence to arrest him first hand. I couldn't just use my mouth." Minho said. He sat back, crossing his arms. He took a moment to breathe.

He hoped this all turned out right.

Chan wrapped the apron around his waist. The guy he was after was here, too. They worked together, as Chan requested it. Only to shoot his shot once again.

"So what's your name?"

Chan asked. He had suddenly placed his arm out. Blocking the guys path to the back. The guy was much shorter than him, so he just stared at the bothered expression from above.

"Why are you bothering me again?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"
Chan asked quickly. He was shocked to feel that the guy had pushed past chans barrier, walking to the back to restock once again.

"No, but I'm not interested in you."

The guy said harshly.

"You will be."

"Really? Do you think so?"

"I know so." Chan winked. "Right.." The guy rolled his eyes once again. Giving such a dirty look as he bent over to grab the little black straws.

"Do you not have anything better to do?"

"I can do you."

The guy just held the package of straws, looking with the same annoying face.

"You'll never be close to even getting my clothes off."

"You wanna bet?" The guy just set the package down, reaching behind him to the door knob, shutting the door slowly. Chan swallowed, watching him approach. His eyes were so misleading that Chan couldn't tell if the guy was about to smother him or kiss him all over.

"Give up."

He reached for the straws, slamming them in chans chest. Making him carry them.

He left Chan silenced.

Chan mixed the drinks quickly. He was conversing with his friend. Specifically, minho, he just grabbed the mans glass, pouring it in there and gently removing the straw.

"You see that guy, right there?"
Chan asked. He turned over, looking at him.

"Are you serious?"

"What?" Chan frowned. He and jisung had the same exact reactions. It was annoying. "You don't think I have a chance either?" He asked with such disappointment.

Minho shook his head no. At least he was honest. Chan pushed himself off of the marble counter, taking the mixer with him.

He grabbed the rag. Wiping his face with it, it was extremely hot for some reason. It's probably because he was moving around a lot. "This one is probably cleaner." He heard behind him, he stared at the fresh clean rag. It was gross to think he had just wiped his forehead with a dirty one.

"Thank you."

He was annoyed how he still didn't know the guys name. It seemed he was mysterious and was kept to himself most of the time.

Chan liked that. He didn't let just anyone touch him. He was untouchable.

"Have you ever had a relationship before?" Chan asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Just asking, you don't seem like the type." The guy was now standing next to chan, one hand on top of the marble counter. There were customers in front of them talking and chatting amongst each other.

"You don't, either."

Chan finally averted his eyes up to his as he was hunched over the counter, letting his back and feet rest.

"I used to be, but I kept getting hurt, I hated it." Chan admitted, he had to keep yelling over the loud music playing in the background. Yet he could tell that the guy was listening to everything.

"Me too— my name is Felix, by the way, and no, I'm not taking an interest in you, I'm just telling you because I'm your coworker."

Felix said.

"Sure, y'know you love me." Chan smirked, he raised himself. I'm staring at the boy below. He had such pretty eyes. Of course, his name was something like that.

"I really don't."

"Yes, you do."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Felix just rolled his eyes completely. Though, he sort smiled at this. Chan didn't notice. He could only see the look of hatred sitting on felixs furrowed eyebrows.