My Client's Former Best Friend | MEANIE/MINWON

Chapter Fifteen.

Mingyu didn’t know what the hell Wonwoo was sorry about, but he didn’t mind the kissing. Wonwoo's mouth was firm and sweet, his body hot against Mingyu's, the thin shirt an inconsequential barrier. Wonwoo's hands slid over Mingyu, pushing on his chest, gently forcing him against the back wall of the elevator. He wrapped his good arm around Wonwoo, trying to pull him in, to feel all of Wonwoo against him, but Wonwoo put up a hand between them. Which was good and right for some reasons Mingyu couldn’t remember. Maybe it had something to do with being in an elevator. No, that was okay. He was going to live in this elevator with Wonwoo forever, his hand on the small of Wonwoo's back, his mouth crushed against Wonwoo's, the heat between them overpowering.

  Their new elevator home dinged to announce a floor. Wonwoo pulled back as a pain shot through Mingyu’s injured arm. He shouted, unable to help himself, and looked down at it. Somehow, without him noticing, no doubt because of all the kissing, Wonwoo’d unbuckled the sling and then pushed hard on his newly relocated shoulder, popping it out again. His vision blurred.

  Mingyu felt Wonwoo's arm around his waist, holding him up, walking him out of the elevator. In the hall, Wonwoo let him slide to the floor. His face appeared above Mingyu's, a little blurry, but he thought Wonwoo looked contrite.

Served him right. People couldn’t go around re-dislocating other people’s shoulders, especially while making out with that other person.

  Wonwoo leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. “I’m sorry,” he said again, and this time he knew what it was for.

  Mingyu’s thoughts were a jumbled mess. What if that apology wasn’t for the shoulder? What if he was going to, Mingyu didn’t know, pop out his other arm? Was he giving Mingyu a kiss for each injury he inflicted on him? If so, how come the first kiss was so great and this one so lame? He deserved another full make-out if he was, in fact, going to further mutilate him.

  A man came into view, wearing a suit jacket and the name of the hotel. It wasn’t the guy from before. He leaned in so close Mingyu thought the man was going to kiss him too. Instead, he asked Mingyu incomprehensible questions and then told him something about a helicopter and a hospital. Mingyu needed a hospital. He wasn’t sure how the helicopter played into it, but if it led to a hospital, fine by him.

  Then he was being lifted by more men and laid on a cot. Either they were taking him to get help or wheeling him to a corner to die. He didn’t care which at the moment, as long as the pain stopped.

  The cot moved, back onto the elevator. As they were sliding it through the doors, one of the men slipped and the cot careened into the wall, knocking Mingyu’s arm against the metal. He yelled as the arm twisted and pain seared through his shoulder. He heard a barrage of apologies, but the whole place was already going dark.

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  There wasn’t room on the elevator for him. Wonwoo hadn’t counted on that. He’d found a staff member who wasn’t the manager and didn’t know Mingyu already had the injured arm. He’d made a big fit about him slipping on the lip of the elevator because it wasn’t even with the floor. He’d made sure they knew he was prepared to sue if Mingyu didn’t get flown to the nearest hospital for emergency care at once. And he’d done it all quietly enough on the second floor of the hotel that the policemen in the lobby hadn’t shown up. But he hadn’t realized there wouldn’t be enough room for him on the elevator. He wasn’t an architect and he had no sense of spatial dimensions, or how big a gurney was, or that they’d have four people to lift him onto it and wheel him, or that the man who’d come to help would want to personally escort the guest to the medical helicopter on the roof.

  He hit the up button a few more times for good measure. The other elevator went down past him to the lobby and then came back up. The doors opened and Rowoon stepped out of them.