JUST KISS ALREADY!!

Chapter 5

It was around 5 am, Agent spotted Chosen wandering about, his interest piqued as he observed his surroundings. Upon noticing the taller stick, Agent's voice carried a hint of accusation, "You're still here," he remarked, causing Chosen to arch a brow in response.

"You make it sound like I'm unwelcome," Chosen retorted, noting the tension in Agent's expression.

"In this scenario, you're not. It would be preferable if you leave," Agent muttered under his breath while walking past the black hollowhead.

"Unfortunately, Victim wants me here," Chosen replied, a slight smirk playing on his lips as the taller stick halted, turning back with a frown.

"Did I ask?," Agent shot back, fighting the urge to confront Chosen physically. Chosen, undeterred, wore a smug smile, tilting his head provocatively, "Rumors swirl among the staff here. Seems like someone has a soft spot for my brother," he insinuated, prompting Agent to narrow his gaze in suspicion.

Agent couldn't believe the audacity of Chosen in presuming a sibling relationship with Victim. Grateful for his shades concealing his eyes, he struggled to contain the urge to stop his eye from twitching. "And?" Agent asked, tilting his head, his fist clenched behind his back.

"It was you, wasn't it?" Chosen grinned, arms crossed, receiving no response from Agent. Chuckling, Chosen hid his smirk behind his hand before approaching Agent.

"Quite bold of you to assume that Victim reciprocates your feelings," Chosen remarked, his voice lowered, just as Agent seized the front of his shirt, hoisting him up. "Say that again, and I'll ensure you experience agony for a month," Agent growled, pulling Chosen nearer as the dark figure simply smirked back.

"That wasn't what you said when I tossed you into the ocean," Chosen cackled, as Agent growled, "I was distracted," retorting before stumbling back when Chosen pushed him, his hands losing their grasp on Chosen's shirt.

"I'm just here to remind you that you're merely someone who works under him," Chosen huffed, rolling his eyes as Agent stared at him. His heart beat slightly at the notion before he let out a small, low hum, refusing to show Chosen how much that had affected him.

"You don't really have the right to have a say in what Victim wants," Agent responded after a few seconds of pause.

Chosen's grin widened as he cracked his knuckles. "Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't. How about a friendly spar to determine that?" He tilted his head, eyeing Agent who narrowed his gaze.

"Neither of us holds sway over his decisions," Agent reiterated firmly as Chosen chuckled.

"Just for old times' sake. Our last bout wasn't quite fair. How about a rematch?" Chosen suggested with a grin, but Agent exhaled, keeping his composure and resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"It's early morning. I'd rather not," Agent replied, turning on his heel and striding away.

"Fair enough. Maybe another time," Chosen called after him, a hint of amusement in his voice as Agent remained resolute, refusing to glance back, continuing on his way.

"Victim—" Agent's voice trailed off as he caught sight of Chosen and Victim engaged in conversation, sharing laughter. Chosen turned to him with a smug smile, while Victim greeted him warmly, "Ah, Agent, please join us. It's been too long since you two have had a chat." Victim gestured for Agent to take a seat in the office.